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posting art on twitter is weird and hard

so here, have art from my retro-ish game streaming channel which has nothing to do with Zelda therefore it's not linked here but you may seek it out if you like my weird mumblings

I felt like he needed some clothes and accessories. yes that's thylacine fur why do you ask

[cultofdixon]

Double Trouble

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It was only supposed to be one baby, but life carries plenty of surprises • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Multiples Pregnancy Anxiety / Sleep Deprivation / Nausea & Vomiting / Injuries

Requested by: Anon

“You sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Yeah, I’ll join you on the next one babe”

Daryl hesitated at the door waiting for any sign from her to have him either stay home with her or for her to change her mind and join him on his run. But the smile Y/N carried reassured him not to worry about leaving.

“Okay…if anythin’ just. Get Rick to radio me, yeah?” He asks as she brought herself over for a hug and to plant a kiss on his lips.

“I will. Be safe okay?” Y/N smiles letting Daryl sneak in another kiss as an ‘I will’ to her words before heading out.

The second the door closed with the archer on the other side of it, Y/N went from standing still to sprinting upstairs. She stumbled a bit and managed to run into the wall from not entering the bathroom door smoothly.

Which resulted in a frozen moment before finally going into the bathroom slowly and shutting the door behind her. Y/N hesitantly approached the counter reaching for the test she had taken prior to him leaving.

“Oh shit…”

As the day went by fast, Daryl couldn’t have been more happy to come home after a boring run. He didn’t get too far into the community for Rick to stop him.

“Hey, how’d the run go?”

“It was boring”

“I would assume so” Rick laughs, resting his hands on his hips. “You were only delivering meds to the Hilltop and then their seedlings to the Kingdom. Which reminds me how’s Hershel Jr? Get to hold him?”

“Rick. You’re askin’ a lot. Are you trying to get me to avoid somethin’ or are you struggling to get what you really wanna ask out of yea?”

“Uh. Y/N has been acting squirrel-y around here since you’ve left in the morning. I wanted to radio you to see if you knew anythin’ but like. She still did help with the projects we’ve got going around the community so I don’t know why she was all over the place”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know…” Daryl started his bike back up and rode the rest of the way to his and Y/N’s.

The sound of the garage door closing alerted Y/N as she quickly pulls herself away from the kitchen fixing her dress. It was new, well new to her but still very new and she didn’t know how to wear it or contain her excitement for something she needs Daryl to come through the door to see.

“Love, are you doing al—-“ Daryl stops in front of her, instantly noticing the beautiful floral dress on her before taking in the smell of dinner that was made. “You’ve been busy…” he brought himself close as his eyes trailed her person while his hands placed themselves firmly on her hips. “Did I miss something?”

“No?”

“You sure? I don’t deserve all of this” Daryl eventually brought his arms around her waist, instantly bringing her pressed against him. Y/N gave him a bit of an annoyed look given he was dirty from killing a few walkers and the obvious dirt picking up from his bike to land on him. “Sorry sunshine I should’ve cleaned up before I ruined your dress…”

“Well once you have the meal I prepared you…you’re gonna want to have dessert after and this dress isn’t going to matter” Y/N smirks watching his gaze glue to hers as that excited him. “But please. Do enjoy what I cooked for you first before we get to anything”

“I will” Daryl smiles warmly to her, kissing her lovingly before parting to see what was prepared which was venison. But he hesitated from taking a seat to pick up what was set neatly on the corner of the dining table.

The tension filled the room as it only brought Y/N’s anxiety to the surface making her pull at her fingers waiting for any kind of reaction from Daryl.

That’s when she froze to the sound of sniffles making her instinctively go to Daryl resting her hand on his back indicating for him to look at her. He turned toward her with tears in his eyes looking back down at the pregnancy test in his hands before back to her.

“Yeah?”

Y/N started to nod as the tears formed when his smile did, reassuring her that it was indeed a good thing. Daryl brought his arms around his woman holding her as they sobbed over the good news.

“We’re having a baby” Y/N laughs out a sob feeling Daryl tighten around her gently.

“We’re having a baby…” He whispers continuing to hold her as they remained like that for a long time.

Thanking the universe for opening this door after the Savior’s War…even if they weren’t prepared for the intensity of it all

First Trimester

Daryl sat on the tile floor gently rubbing circles on Y/N’s back as she had her head practically glued into the toilet. He would relax one second and tense up when she would vomit.

Eventually, Y/N stopped for a bit but had no energy to leave the coolness of the tile floor. She told him he doesn’t have to sit with her if she wasn’t expelling her stomach. But Daryl wasn’t going anywhere and told her to lay her head in his lap until she was ready to get up.

“Can we stay here all day?”

“If you’d like” Daryl chuckles, continuing to rub soothing circles on her back. “You ready to tell people?”

“Mhm…You can tell whoever you want”

“Really? You don’t have anybody you don’t want me telling and rather you do it?”

Y/N pondered it for a bit before flinching to the sound of a door shutting and such caused Daryl to flinch. “Did you call somebody?”

“No…No I didn’t” Daryl gently moved her off of his lap as she instantly went to being curled up on the floor while he went to investigate the noise.

But his anxieties instantly washed away when he saw Siddiq hesitantly roaming around his living room.

“You need something?”

“I was gonna knock but Rick said just to come in and I thought that was uh…weird. But anyway, he told me Y/N wasn’t feeling well and we found some nausea medication on the last run” Siddiq cautiously handed Daryl the bottle as he was still getting used to being around a lot of people since Carl brought him in. “Do you…uhm have any questions about it? Before you give them to her?”

Daryl read the label in hopes it would tell him the obvious, but it would also be stupid of him if the doctor in the community doesn’t know.

“Would it affect the baby?”

Siddiq seemed to connect the dots instantly to the she’s been vomiting for a few days description Rick gave him. “Your baby should be fine” he smiles warmly, happy for the good news his new friends have.

“You can’t tell anybody til we do”

“I figured” He laughs. “I will suggest having check ups. Monthly is ideal and we only have a fetal doppler which only detects the heartbeat…I heard that the hilltop has an actual machine if you ever want to schedule to be checked there”

“I appreciate it Siddiq…I’ll let Y/N know” Daryl shot him a smile before heading back upstairs as Siddiq let himself out.

Returning back upstairs to their bedroom, Daryl found Y/N climbing back into bed curling up in the warmth of the blankets now. He set the bottle on the table beside the bed before climbing in behind her and bringing her in his embrace.

“Mmm…who was it?”

“Siddiq. And he knows now…so whenever you’re ready you two can go get checked”

“You’ll come?”

“Ain’t ever leavin’ your side”

It’s been about three weeks before Daryl said anything to anyone because Y/N has been experiencing morning sickness to an extreme which was odd according to the book Siddiq found for them. Including his medical opinion but as long as she can still manage to have something to eat during the day he wasn’t too worried when he’d check on her.

“You sure about this?”

“Yes, I can go to the Hilltop with you. I just can’t ride with you…” Y/N pouts at Daryl through her body mirror watching him approach her wrapping his arms around her. He planted a few kisses to her shoulder then her neck to get a smile out of her. “Are you going to tell Rick when we head out?”

“Yeah. Or might wait til Hilltop. Dunno yet” Daryl says with a confused look on his face as he brought his hands under her shirt feeling exactly what he’s feeling. “You showing already?” He questions for her to pull away and lift her shirt over her belly turning to the side. “Well would you look at that”

“Were you a big baby?”

“I wouldn’t know. Merle just called me a blob when I was a baby…least that’s what I remember our mom sayin’”

“Mmm…I think I was. Maybe that’s why I’m showing already” Y/N continued to look at her belly smiling when Daryl brought his hand to rest on her bump. “Okay you make it look like nothing”

“Shut up” He laughs kissing her temple. “It’s everythin’. I’ll get your pack and meet yea downstairs”

Y/N playfully pouts again when he pulls away but stood in the mirror a bit longer admiring the life she’s creating out of the love of both of them. Her smile remaining.

Once the two grouped up with the others by Alexandria’s gates, Michonne being the observant person she can be noticed Y/N not get on Daryl’s bike and into the car Siddiq was taking. She instantly turned to her partner asking if he might know.

“She probably got tired of the bike”

“Are you serious? Are we talking about the same Y/N that loves the night drives on the bike with Daryl?” Michonne gave him a questioning look as Rick shrugged. “Go ask why she’s not riding with him”

“You can! Why do I—-“

“I will.” Michonne made her way to Daryl and instantly questioned him.

Rick watches as Michonne approaches Daryl to ask him why his partner isn’t riding with him. He instantly shot up when Michonne started to show her worry in her face before smiling big when Daryl finally said it. He even gave Rick a look when he said the good news that led Michonne to hug her tightly.

Once they parted Rick made his way over. “What’s so good it made my wife cry?”

“Y/N’s pregnant”

“Oh my god! Ha! That explains why she was sick” Rick smiles patting Daryl on the back. “Congratulations!”

“You must be excited to become a dad” Michonne smiles watching him nod even if there was a sense of anxiety about that chapter. “It’s okay to be nervous”

“Yeah, plus it’s okay to mess up. You’re not alone on this journey either so.” Rick smiles more gripping Daryl’s shoulder again before parting. “Alright. Let’s get going and I’ll congratulate the mom to be when we get to the hilltop”

“Im going to ride with her and congratulate now. I’ll see you at the hilltop”

“You’re leaving me alone with Eugene?”

“Yes” Michonne smiles patting his chest as she goes into the first car leaving Rick to sigh and accept his fate.

The trip to Hilltop was smooth enough for Y/N not to get car sick but Daryl of course checked on her once she stepped out. She went to help Siddiq with the stock up of the medical trailer given she was going to be his apprentice. Might as well learn as much as you can before you’re tied up for a long time.

“Ah! Y/N!!” Maggie smiles running over the second she got out and immediately noticed her bump resulting in a scream of joy. “Boy do you two work fast! Ah I’m gonna be an aunt again!” She cheers hugging Y/N tightly quickly remembering as she pulled away. “Come on you’ll be taking it easy with me today”

“I was gonna be with Siddiq for most of the day”

“Then I’m tagging along. I’ve missed you”

“I’ve missed you too Mags” Y/N smiles as her smile started to falter when the tears came on suddenly. “I really did miss you”

Maggie couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped her as she brought Y/N back into her arms. Daryl instantly catching onto the tears and making sure she’s okay but Maggie shooed him.

“Just the hormones” Maggie reassures Daryl while she comforted Y/N.

After a busy day of helping Hilltop reinforce the walls, dig up new gardening spots, restocking the infirmary, and handling general stuff…

Y/N finally sat on the steps of the Barrington House with two bowls of the stew one of the Hilltop residents made for everybody waiting for Daryl to step through the gates. But while she waited she ended up eating both bowls and felt awful when Daryl arrived the second she finished the second one. He was definitely going to have to get used to the hormones because she started tearing up the second he walked over to her.

“It’s okay. I’ll go get us more” Daryl reassures watching her tear up more making it feel like an arrow to the chest looking at her. “Sunshine…”

“I should go get it. I’m the one that ate your food—-“ Before Y/N could even get up, she was gently pushed back down as Daryl took both bowls to get another serving. She pouted the entire time he was gone and didn’t light up until she took a bite remembering how good it was.

“Better?” Daryl smiles when she nods while happily eating. “Good” he kisses her temple before starting to eat for himself.

Little did they know that Tara and Maggie were watching the two from the door opened ajar.

“They are going to have a cute ass baby” Tara comments with Maggie nodding.

“Over-protective parents too”

“Always a bonus”

The two share a short laugh before closing the door and letting them be.

Second Trimester

“I feel huge” Y/N huffs, waiting for Siddiq to finish measuring her 18 week belly for her to write it down. She’s been keeping track of that amongst other things.

“Well you did say you were possibly a big baby? I can really go off that because from the scan we did back at the Hilltop it didn’t show much—-“

“It showed my everything” Y/N stated only for Siddiq to whisper an apology even if she was just kidding and her saddened expression only brought out more apologies out of the man. “Should I be worried?”

“No! Not at all…we should only worry if there is something to worry about. Like how you’re trying to do every chore that pops up when you’re pregnant like this”

“I would like to be useful Siddiq! And since Daryl is helping the Kingdom at the moment, I can do stuff without his scowl around” Y/N states only for Siddiq to take a mental note to have Daryl never leave again if his wife is overdoing herself.

“Just. Take them at your own pace. Don’t overdo it like I said” Siddiq handed back her journal for the belly measurement and the blood pressure he took. “You’ll be back when you reach 20 weeks okay?”

“I know I know”

The “taking it easy with the chores” obviously didn’t stick with Y/N.

Y/N handled inventory for the pantry (the written part), helped Aaron with laundry for both of their households, took on a midday watch shift, watered the gardens, and currently working on taking care of the weeds of the garden is when she started to feel it. But honest, during the watch she felt the exhaustion hit her already and went against her.

“Y/N? You don’t look too good” Rosita frowns approaching her from her side of the gardens as she was helping her friend with the weeds. She noticed the loss of color in Y/N’s face when she brought herself to stand only to falter with her balance. “Amor, you should stop. Rest for the remainder of the day”

“No I have…I have to get this…” Y/N immediately dropped what she was holding and took a slow fall to the ground. She shifted from landing on her side to hold her belly.

Rosita instantly knelt beside her quickly turning to whoever closest to them, in this case Gabriel, and whistling him down.

“Go get Siddiq! And somebody get me Rick” Rosita demanded hearing Gabriel spit out an ‘ok’ while he ran to the infirmary to get Siddiq while an Alexandrian nearby went to get Rick to radio the obvious.

It took about 3 hours to get Daryl to get on his way back home. Not that he picked something over Y/N, never. He was hunting with Carol and the range he was at was just outside the suitable one for Kingdom to reach Alexandria. It took Ezekiel to come out in a car to pick up the two and head immediately to Alexandria.

“Hey—-“ Daryl didn’t mean to throw the door open to the infirmary, watching his wife flinch to the sound. “Sorry, is she okay? Is—-“

“Yeah. Mom and baby are okay…” Siddiq took the blood pressure cuff off of Y/N’s arm while she currently picked at the IV in her hand. “She has to stay until the IV finishes because she was dehydrated, then she’ll be homebound for a bit. Just until her pressure goes down”

“Great…” Y/N frowns continuing to mess with the IV as Daryl quickly stopped her when he sat on the edge of the bed taking her hand.

“You should be taking it easy” Daryl kept his annoyance to himself but the worry always poked through. “I told yea to”

“I didn’t want to be useless…besides I’m not even that far along. I’m not supposed to be this exhausted”

“Your body is working extra hard because it’s growing a whole other human being. It wont benefit anybody if you get hurt doing a job someone else can handle” Siddiq made his last comment before handing Y/N the journal from before that had her current blood pressure. “I’ll come back to take the IV out. Then you can take her back home and I’ll visit in a week to see if her blood pressure went down” he shot the two a smile as Daryl gave his thanks while holding Y/N’s hand feeling her squeeze it harshly when he stepped away.

“What? What’s wrong? Should I—-“

“No, no…it’s weird” Y/N took the hand she was holding to rest it on a certain spot on her belly. Daryl’s confusion only grew until he felt it.

“Oh my god…”

“I know right?” Y/N laughs softly feeling Daryl’s hand continue to rub circles on her belly in hopes for more movement but nothing after the first.

During the bedrest, Carol decided to stay with Y/N during that time which led Ezekiel to do so as well. He helped around the community with Daryl while Carol kept an eye on Y/N. He didn’t ask her to but she insisted, she needed a break from all the kingdom stuff and this was the perfect excuse.

“Tell me why this is your current craving?”

“Pickles? It’s a common craving—-“

“No, pickles with hot sauce”

“Because…I just like it?” Y/N stated with confusion in her voice as she had her craving on a plate rested on her bump. “Are you going to try it with me or question all my decisions like you’ve had the past few days?”

“No…To both of those, I’m just. Trying to come to the decision of something I’ve been asked repeatedly and I don’t know if I even want it” Carol frowns turning to Y/N who she currently laid beside in her bed noticing the curious look, which was obvious given who wouldn’t be after what she said. “Ezekiel asked me to marry him” she stated watching the excitement grow on her friend’s face. “But—-Before you shower me with this is good news shit, I don’t…I don’t think I want it”

“You know he’s not Ed right?” Y/N felt a sting of regret for bringing up past trauma as if it was nothing and started becoming apologetic even if Carol needed to hear exactly that.

“I do…but—-“

“There’s no real but…Ezekiel is a good guy, you two are even raising a kid. You don’t have to decide now and I know Ezekiel would be patient” Y/N set her plate on the end table before forcing herself to sit up entirely. “Listen. I doubt Ezekiel would be mad if you said no. Marriage can be weird for some people and as long as you love each other and support each other. I don’t think he’d care in the long run if you have a ring or not”

“Your kid is lucky to have you as a mom, and especially Daryl as a dad”

“You think he’s nervous?”

“Who wouldn’t be when becoming a new parent?”

“Me, because I have Daryl…and he’s kind of a natural with kids. I’m not worried about having his because he’ll jump right into it.”

Daryl is going to be a great dad

As Daryl started to make his way home after a night watch, a night watch Y/N forced him to do with “if I can’t help around, you’ll help for me” when he’d much rather be laying with her. He heard the son of a bitch prisoner scoff from his cell.

“Yo Dixon. Word traveled with news about you having a baby with the missus”

“What’s it to yea, Negan” Daryl frowns stepping close to the vent as Negan made his way over.

“You think you’re gonna be a good father? With how messed up you are?” Negan grabbed onto the small bars. “I’ve seen the scars, man. What makes yea think you aren’t going to be exactly like the man that gave you those?”

Daryl didn’t hesitate to swing his foot between the bars and nail Negan right in the nose almost breaking it. He falls back groaning in pain as part of him wanted to scream but no one would care. The archer’s actions didn’t mean it didn’t bother him.

The door creaked open in hopes Daryl wouldn’t wake Y/N but she happened to be wide awake reading. She instantly tossed the book aside smiling at her husband but when he fully entered the room something was off which led her smile to fade. She didn’t say anything immediately as Daryl brought himself into the bed low enough to where his head is by her belly. He brought his arm around her, his fingers gently tracing shapes on her belly.

“Baby?” Y/N frowns running her fingers through his hair feeling him shift to bring his attention onto her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…’m ok” Daryl lied of course and that wasn’t going to get far with Y/N as her expression only softened and grew more with worry. “You think I’ll mess up our kid?”

“Daryl, let me be completely honest with you. Our kid is going to be extremely lucky to have you as their dad” Y/N stated and wouldn’t take any ‘buts’ from him. “Why would you think you will mess up our kid?”

“Just…dunno” Daryl frowns laying his head back on the bed as he started to tap his fingers on her bump which resulted in a kick or two sometimes. Y/N rested her other hand on a different spot from where his is and felt movement. “I was walking past Negan’s cell and he—-“

Y/N instantly started to move which alarmed Daryl to get up helping her up. She gave her thanks before immediately moving past him.

“Love—-“

“Stupid son of a bitch” Y/N groans from the obvious weight shift when getting out of the bed and walking down the stairs.

“Me?!”

“No! NEGAN” She shouted out her anger making Daryl fear for a bit but then he remembered.

“Love, you have to stay in bed. You need to relax”

“Fuck that. The stupid son of a bitch who kidnapped my husband. Killed my best friend. That fucking pig isn’t going to fuck with my life anymore” Y/N searched around the living room. “Where the fuck is my gun?!”

“I ain’t giving you a gun if you’re going to kill him”

“Then my knife! I won’t kill him—-just make him bleed a bit”

“Ain’t doing that either when you can’t even have a knife holster on” Daryl stated thinking her coming up empty meaning she’d stop and go back to bed. But instead she went out the front door, without shoes and all. “Shit. Y/N it’s late—-“

“Won’t stop me” Y/N stormed, power walked? waddled her way to the cell but on the way found something in the streets. “Hand me that”

Daryl was confused at what she was looking at as he shined his flashlight to the ground finding only a fallen tree branch. “The fucking tree branch?”

“Yes, if you don’t give it to me—-You’ll sleep on the couch”

He wasn’t going to fight those actions and picked it up for her, only for her to snatch it making her way to the cell.

“Can you tell me exactly how this happened again?” Siddiq questioned how Negan manage to have broken his nose.

“Long story” Negan frowns letting the doctor work but the two instantly shifted their attention to the sound of the main door opening before revealing Y/N with a tree branch in hand with Daryl following behind him. “Yo, you’re not allowed down here”

“Shut the fuck up!” Y/N shouted coming into the cell. “Siddiq move” she said softly at first but when Siddiq just sat there with his kit in hand, her rage only grew. “MOVE OR ILL HIT YOU TOO” she snapped resulting in the doctor to quickly move out of her way and to Daryl’s side.

Negan stared at her expecting nothing but immediately started backing into the wall on his cot when she started swinging. The branch hurt a LOT more than expected and she wasn’t letting up.

“STOP—-“

“NO”

“PLEASE—-“

“SHUT UP”

“I DID NOTHING TO Y—-“

“YOU DID EVERYTHING. YOU KILLED GLENN. YOU KILLED ABRAHAM. SASHA. AND YOU KIDNAPPED MY HUSBAND.” Y/N snapped smacking him a couple times. “YOU FUCKING HURT HIM. TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME AND HIS FAMILY. NOW YOU THINK YOU CAN HURT HIM ALL OVER AGAIN IN MY FUCKING COMMUNITY?!”

As Y/N continued to practically beat Negan with the tree branch as neither Daryl or Siddiq went to intervene.

“She knows she’s going to be bedridden for a few weeks after this right?”

“Probably not. But as long as she gets her point across I don’t think she’d care”

“I’ve only ever heard what Negan did…and I’m sorry” Siddiq frowns. “I could only imagine”

“If I didn’t have her at the end of it, I wouldn’t be here”

Y/N started to become exhausted and Negan was dumbfounded, bruised, and in tears at this point. She dropped the tree branch feeling tears come on.

“He will be a great dad. This child is lucky. If I hear you say another thing against that? I will kill you” Y/N pulled away wiping away her tears letting Daryl engulf her in his embrace.

Siddiq stared at Negan’s state before closing the cell locking it up.

“You’re not gonna—-“

“Nah the bruises and minor cuts will heal. Let’s get out of here”

Third Trimester

“You want me to stop?”

“No”

“Alright, let me get comfortable too then” Daryl rested his cheek on top of Y/N’s head as he was currently holding her belly up to relieve some of the weight. “You’re lucky I’m strong”

“You gave me a big baby” Y/N winced slightly to the movement. “That kicks in multiple directions”

“I don’t think they can do the splits in there” Daryl jokes listening to her groan as a result. “We can lay down yknow”

“No, I’ve been on bedrest too many times I’m taking advantage of this” She shifted a bit, feeling Daryl’s arms readjust slightly while he also started to kiss the top of her head and temple. “You had to get everything ready without me…and I feel bad”

“You helped in your own way without over exerting yourself. All you had to do was keep our baby safe, alright? And yea did that” Daryl didn’t get an immediate reply, all he got was a slow removal of his arms. “Sunshine?”

“How many weeks am I again?”

“Mmm…finishing 36, why?”

Y/N shifted uncomfortable trying to lose past her belly but couldn’t, but her struggle led Daryl to look for her and there was a puddle.

“Your water broke…”

“Oh god, oh—-Fuck, Daryl isn’t it too early?!!”

“No—-Fuck. Okay, just take a seat sunshine. I gotta get Siddiq” Daryl stated and he practically sprinted out of the house so she wouldn’t be alone for long.

Even if the short time alone still led to the downward spiral of her thoughts.

It’s too early

Complications can happen

What if she dies?

What if they both do

Y/N was feeling all of it and instead of crying, she only winced to the contractions and times them until Daryl came back a bit out of breath running to the infirmary and back. Keeping to his word about returning immediately.

“He’s getting his things. Are you sure about doing this here?” They’ve discussed home birth compared to…infirmary birth? It’s weird not having hospitals anymore. But that’s beside the point. It didn’t matter to them, but also took into account of when and where she’d go into labor.

“Love?” Daryl brought himself in front of her kneeling to catch her downward gaze, resting a hand on her belly. “What are you feeling? We are about to meet our girl” Another thing Daryl is fixated on, having a girl.

“What if something bad happens…” Y/N tried not to cry when saying such, but the crack in her voice hurt him. “It’s too early”

“It’s not though, Siddiq said anything past 24 is good survival for our babe. You’re finishing 36…beyond that”

“It’s going to hurt…a lot. I won’t bounce back to it right away…” Y/N frowns feeling the tears fall as she squeezed her eyes tight when another contraction waved through. “Shit…”

“Sunshine, look at me” Daryl rose to his feet taking her hands in his for her to squeeze them until the contraction stopped. Once it did she brought her eyes onto his. “Everythin’ is gonna go smoothly. Siddiq knows what he’s doing, we’re prepared for the most part…and I’m right here. I ain’t going anywhere”

Y/N only started to sob even more letting Daryl gently hold her as the tears were of joy for this time at a loss for words.

“Cmon, let’s get yea ready”

By the time Siddiq finally arrived, word got around…even with how late in the night it was. Rick sat on the couch of the Dixon resident while Michonne made coffee in their kitchen. Judith slept in the Grimes residence next door, which explains the baby monitor attached to Michonne’s hip. Rosita entered the house with an exhausted Eugene following suit.

“Is word out to the other communities?”

“Carol is on her way, Maggie would’ve liked to be here but…y’know” Rick frowns before brushing the sadness off. “Anyway! Aaron will be here with Gracie in a sec. Maybe I should grab Judith just to be safe”

“I will once we get an update, okay?” Michonne reassures bringing the pot to the coffee table setting a hot pad down before the pot.

As Siddiq descended down the stairs to receive more towels from the hall closet and noticed the amount of people in the house. Everyone instantly stared at him.

“Baby?”

“Not yet. She’s at nine centimeters and more uncomfortable than I thought she would be. Something…doesn’t exactly add up” Siddiq trailed and the worry in his toned caused all of them to get in his business. “But but. Daryl is trying to expedite things even if Y/N wants to scream”

“If the pain is that bad, the woman is allowed to scream” Rosita stated getting a tired nod of agreement from Eugene.

“She’s trying not to” Siddiq grabbed the last towel from the closet and went to make his return upstairs.

While such was happening, Daryl kept trying to help Y/N walk around to get that one centimeter there but she kept pushing his hands away every time he tried.

“I wanna lay down…”

“Then let me help yea into—-“

“No I need this stupid shit over with!” Y/N groans leaning against the wall for a moment, giving Daryl the opportunity to be close so she could shift to leaning onto him and not the uncomfortable wall. “Fuck…something feels weird…weirder than usual” She whined, letting Daryl help her back onto the bed as he was going to shout for the doc but he was already coming in when their concerns were rising.

“Siddiq something—-“

“is wrong, something has to be wrong” Y/N kept biting the inside of her cheek to avoid her from screaming at this night hour…

But the rattle of her scream startled everyone downstairs. She couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she was there. It was time.

“On the next contraction you’re going to want to push, okay?” Siddiq stated as he finished putting on gloves and lifting the blanket to help guide the baby out while Y/N’s anxiety started to eat at her.

“I-…O-Okay” Y/N sobbed, feeling Daryl bring his arm around her shoulders while his free hand took hers. “Daryl…”

“I’m right here. I’ve gotcha sunshine” Daryl kissed her temple feeling her squeeze his hand when she felt a contraction coming on.

Robin Elizabeth Dixon

7lb 2oz

Both parents were in tears until the anxiety returned in Daryl this time around when Y/N’s expression went from joy to full of pain.

“Siddiq—-Something really is wrong” She felt the discomfort return as she tried to sit up and look herself but Siddiq advised her not to when he brought himself back with another towel thinking of complications.

Then Siddiq’s expression went from confusion to a bit of shock as it only kicked Daryl’s anxiety up.

“Siddiq!” He shouted to get him to snap out of it as Siddiq breathed out a laugh.

“You’re going to have to push again” He stated grabbing another set of gloves and another towel. “This explains a lot that happened during your pregnancy”

“Siddiq” Y/N groans in annoyance after handing Daryl their daughter to grip onto the sheets feeling another contraction. “Fucking say it”

“You’re having multiples. Explains the extra weight. The morning sickness happening more than once or twice a day—-Regardless. You’re crowning”

“Oh my god” The shock was getting to Daryl and Y/N’s clearly directed annoyance snapped him back.

“You drop her, I will end you”

Y/N couldn’t believe this was her first, and most likely last pregnancy. Who woulda thought she would be having a second baby? At least it’s with the man she loves, and with the support from the village they have.

Shepherd Glenn Dixon

7lbs 6oz

“We…are going to need a second crib” Y/N laughed holding their son who instantly calmed the second he laid in his mother’s arms. “Holy shit Daryl…we have two babies”

“Yeah, that we do” Daryl laughs smiling at the little girl in his arms, seated on the edge of the bed looking over at his wife and son. “They turned out perfect…you did good mama”

“Well…that’s cuz their daddy kept me safe” Y/N instantly turned to the sound of their daughter yawning watching Daryl’s face light up at everything both babies did. “You are definitely going to be a helicopter parent”

“Shut up Siddiq and I both saw what yea did to Negan, these two are your cubs. You’re gonna go full mama bear on anybody that messes with them”

“Damn right” Y/N smirks, leaning forward and kissing Daryl lovingly before gently caressing her little girl’s cheek. “So…who’s gonna tell the village downstairs?”

It wasn’t until Siddiq came back to check on Y/N and the babes when they came up with a plan.

A very quiet descend down the stairs and everyone noticed Siddiq coming down with their baby girl in his arms.

“Oh my god I knew it! I knew they would have a girl” Rosita smacked Eugene on her way up from the couch to go admire the little one with Michonne and Carol.

“She has his eyes” Carol smiles gently caressing the top of her head.

“And her hair. Oh my god why are you showing her to us and not Daryl?” Michonne comments and before she knew it, she couldn’t hold in the excitement that the rest had when Daryl descended down the stairs.

“Yeah she’s pretty great. But so is he” Daryl smiles bringing himself to stand with Siddiq so everyone could admire the twins.

“Congrats man” Aaron smiles patting his back gently. “Now you’ve got double the trouble”

“I know for sure that those kids ain’t gonna get messed with, with him and Y/N as their parents” Rick comments with a smile watching the boy yawn.

“This explains a lot of Y/N’s pregnancy, and boy did she bring perfect babes into the world” Carol makes the last comment that they all agreed with.

Then eventually as the day continues and those who were in the house as guests have left…leaving Daryl and Y/N laying in their bed with their twins nuzzled up with each other protected by their parents and pillows. The two admiring the lives they’ve created…

And to the start of this new chapter

[amaderika]

. . % JUST MY LUCK ! yoru x reader

001 CW SMUT, long fic, f!reader, nerd!yoru, loser!yoru, popular!reader, reader is lowkey mean, blowjob, boob job, inexperienced yoru again im so sorry 😭 002 A/N nghghf finally got the time to post <33 this has been in my drafts for months...

the nervousness yoru was feeling at the moment was indescribable. there was a pair work, again. he dreaded pair works—he loathed them. usually, his partner would let him do everything. all because he was considered a star student. it was a curse and a blessing at the same time.

“why did sir let us pick our partners..? i'll for sure be a last option for whoever's as unlucky as me. .” he thought.

you, on the other hand, did not care one bit. it was starting to annoy you. he was fidgeting with his ID, the sound of his keychain hitting the frame making an irritating sound. why did you have to be seated beside him? his only redeeming quality is his intelligence. people only talked to him if they needed help with academics.

although yoru was smart, he knew no one would pick him. he was a loser, after all. people found him unapproachable and awkward. he had weird, messy, black hair, a lot of ear piercings, and his outfits were just.. weird.

as you looked to the side, you noticed the poor boy beside you, still feeling anxious. it was baffling how someone could be this stressed over pairings. yoru watched as people were picking partners while he was sitting there in silence.

he was scared—not only on behalf of his dignity, but his academics too. if no one chose him, how would he do the project? if no one chose him, how will his grades be—

“yoru, do you wanna partner up?” you asked him.

that sentence made him shiver a bit from the unexpectedness. you? out of all people? were asking to be partners with someone like him? oh, he'd just consider you his savior.

he turned to face you but quickly looked down out of shame. he almost forgot how to speak a coherent sentence when he looked in the same direction as you. you were just wondering if he knew how stupid he looked. his hair was basically covering his eyes as he was looking at the floor. “uh. . yoru?”

“ 'm sorry! yes, i would gladly appreciate if you were partners with me. in fact, i'm so grateful you gave me this oppurtunity to—”

you interrupted him. why does he only have 2 sides. . ? not talking at all or talking too much. you wished yourself goodluck as you realized what you got yourself into. your hands ran through his hair and you pat his head. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let's meet at my place to start it.”

oh, his face was red. he's never had anyone touch him like that before. he nodded at your remark and mumbled a little “thank you.”

people, including your friends, looked at you weirdly after finding out you decided to pair with yoru.

you and your friends were eating at a cafe for lunch. they decided to bring up the topic. “did you feel bad for, you know. . yoru?” one of them giggled. “or are you just planning to use him? you know, good idea. he knows you're a hot shot right? maybe you can—”

“yeah, i did feel bad. what's your deal? just shut up and eat.” you said while stirring your drink. it wasn't that big of a deal, actually. and why would you use him? yoru seemed like a nice guy despite your earlier impressions. he did weird you out in a way, but you didn't wanna embarrass him in front of your friends.

your drink was half finished. you wanted to order another one but you saw a familiar face outside the café. it was yoru, waiting for you outside nervously.

6pm. you were walking with yoru outside the campus to your place. on the way out, yoru was slightly annoyed on how much people were interrupting your walk. multiple people would greet you which causes you to start small talk and waste time. did you not understand how serious a research assignment was? you didn't get him at all! he wanted to complain, but he had no room to. he was nothing compared to you.

“you going to the party tomorrow?” an acquaintance of yours asked.

“i'll see. got a research to do and, well.” you gestured at yoru and giggled, hoping she would get the memo. you were kinda chained to this responsibility of finishing the project as soon as possible. yoru would probably want the project finished in a few days. he was that type of person. i mean, it was your fault for picking an academically attached loser.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you two finally reached your place.

“place your laptop wherever.” yoru was looking around awkwardly. your place was nice for sure. . he felt a bit scared to sit down anywhere as he might ruin something and get you upset. no, no. anything but that. .

he sat on your couch and you followed suit. you were so close to him. yoru was tensing up. you two were usually seated beside each other during lectures, but this felt different. it felt. . strangely intimate. the two of you were alone, at night. anything could happen.

the two of you got to researching. it was too awkward. the silence was loud. you decided to play some music to “lighten up the mood” a bit and clear up the air.

it's been an hour, and you looked to the side. yoru was focused. he was typing quickly. his hands swiftly moved the mouse from one tab to another. while looking at his hands, your eyes locked onto the multiple golden rings on them. his hands were pretty long and veiny too.

the silence was getting to you. you decided to ask him to check your progress so far.

he flinched. it's been a while since the both of you said anything so he was quite surprised. “huh? okay.” he checked the google docs where the both of you started your draft on.

he had a. . confused expression while reading your part of the essay. the boy looked almost disappointed. he let out a sigh.

“oh.. well, it's not that bad..” he was trying so hard to be nice. to be fair, your work wasn't that bad. his standards were just high. he got back to work a bit drained as now, he had to fix your work too.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you struggled to read his expression. why did he look so down? you did your work anyways. “what's up with it? is there something wrong?”

he cleared his throat, “your grammar in these parts are wrong, you spelt this wrong, you didn't cite your sources properly—” he continued talking for what felt like an hour. he just had so much to say, didn't he?

he was typing quickly, fixing all your errors. his fingers didn't catch a break.

it was somewhat pissing you off how much he was correcting your work when it was completely unnecessary. he could've just let you fix it, now he's stressed out. yoru ruffled his hair and let out a groan under his breath, hoping you didn't hear him.

you just wanted to help, but he's so stressed he won't even listen to your suggestions.

you, being the worst comforter there is possible, decided to tap his shoulder. “yoru, you need to calm down a bit.”

the poor boy turned to face you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he just looked so sad. you wanted to kiss him so bad, but that's not the time for that stuff. instead, you buried him in between your breasts. okay, maybe that was a worse option, but it was just an innocent hug.

yoru leaned into the hug, oblivious to the hard-on you were starting to feel against your leg. he nuzzled his cheek against the top part of your breast. it was comfy—warm and soft. it was comforting in contrast to the stress of academics he was experiencing.

“t-thank you, again.” his voice was muffled as he said that due to him being pressed up against you.

you've done this multiple times, with different boys, but why, why does it feel so different this time around? your heart fluttered and it never did for anyone before.

yoru, on the other hand, was also having the time of his life. it was showing. his cheeks were red and he refused to show his face to you. he was starting to feel his pants tighten as he grew self aware of his erection.

“how about this? i'll give you a massage so you can take a small break.” you suggested. you both felt the growing sexual tension between you two—it was getting hard to ignore.

yoru nodded. he didn't know how else to react. how was he supposed to react when a popular girl basically smothered him in her tits and now is offering him a massage? he was winning in life. this was coming from a guy with no pull at all!

as soon as you got the go signal from him, you got on your knees. your fingers were above his zipper when he stopped you and grabbed your hand. “no, no, wait! i-i'm—” he was expecting an actual massage from you, not this. “i'm not experienced when it comes to this stuff! i-i've jerked off before but, i've never done the actual thing. i'm sorry if i don't satisfy yo—” here he goes again with the endless yapping.

that was even better for you. “dont be silly, yoru. i don't care.”

you looked so, so hot from yoru's point of view. his cock was starting to hurt from how hard he was. he unzipped his pants for you in order not to be an inconvenience. this exposed his hard, pulsating cock. his cock was long and thick, and i mean long. it left you wondering how you'll be able to fit that in your mouth at all. .

the mushroom shaped head glistened with precum, the white fluid drooling from the slit. it was twitching with every touch of your finger. even a slight budge made him shiver, how cute.

“ungh— please don't tease me..” yoru pleaded. he couldn't contain his whines and whimpers that much. you were barely even touching him, but he was so hard it made him so sensitive. he was loud—you hoped none of your neighbors were hearing his moans.

he let out a strangled moan as you tried to stuff his cock in your mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your throat. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head was almost too much to bear.

yoru was gripping the couch as he fought the urge to control your movements. he was scared he'd hurt you if he got a hold of your hair, but oh, how he wanted his entire cock in your mouth. his other hand shakily tried to cover his mouth. “fuck.. please. please please—” poor boy was scared of being “rough.”

he felt you gag on his cock which just made his hips buck once again. he was trying his best to control himself, really. yoru held your hair as gently as he could as he tried pulling his cock out of your mouth to see if you were okay. he thought you were genuinely struggling.

“y-you don't need to force yourself to take it all.” he tried to reach out to you but you kept going. your hands started stroking him. each stroke made him grow closer and closer to cumming.

as you sped up your hands and licked his tip, you felt the familiar warm liquid spilling in your throat. yoru's eyes were filling up with tears as the sensation was too much for the poor boy to handle.

“such'a good boy. my baby boy.” you kissed his tip. you weren't done with him though.

you pulled your top down enough to reveal your tits. his favorite ever.

“oh, this is..” the sight of your breasts made him grow harder. your hard nipples practically begging to be sucked made him drool. he was in a daze.

he grabbed your tits and fondled them. your right nipple was being sucked, as the other one was being played with. yoru just refused to pull away from them.

he bit down on your breast, leaving a mark. “yoru baby.. umph.” your hand pushed him deeper in between them. you felt warm liquid spilling down your thighs. he was.. cumming, again.

he was too busy being a baby as he sucked and licked on your breasts. “mmf.. mmh. they're so soft.” his voice was muffled as he moaned. “they're so warm and soft, i wish i could be here forever.” you stroked his hair.

it was about time. you got on your knees once more and this time snuggled his cock in between your tits. it was so warm, it almost felt like a pussy. it was close enough.

yoru groaned as you wrapped your soft breasts around his throbbing cock, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. the warmth of your flesh enveloped him and it has him over the edge.

“unghmf! it feels so good! shit— it's so warm!” he whined. his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. yoru imagined it was your pussy instead, as he tried to thrust up and down your tits.

he was getting close again. it didn't take long for him to cum all over your tits.

“that was quick. .” the sticky white substance covered your tits. yoru was still trying to recover from his high, but you got on his lap. before you could do anything, he interrupted you.

“no, no. not yet! no penetration yet. . we still have work to do.” yoru buried his face in your cum covered tits. “i'll be fine with just sucking on your tits while working.” he was so red again. his horniness made him bolder than he usually was, which totally made you forget how shy he was.

“if you don't wanna fuck, that's totally fine with me.” you said.

yoru immediately protested. “no! you got it all wrong. i do wanna have sex with you— i-i wanna be inside of you but.. we have something more important to do.”

yoru felt less stressed now. tits in his mouth, a hot popular girl as his partner, and a half finished essay. what more could he ask for?

[thatgiraffefromtlou]

The Aurora Project

(part 2)

(tumblr won’t let me tag part one for some odd reason but it’s in my pinned post! make sure you read that first 🫶🏻)

summary: as a result of a malfunction, you and ellie awaken from cryosleep aboard a spaceship with no memory. will you find evidence that you're more than just shipmates? something to give reason to your nagging familiarity to the stranger you wake up next to?

warnings: eventual explicit language, potential for smut in later chapters (depending), uh cringy teasing idk- Imk if there's more this is also pretty tame-

A/N: so erm this definitely isn’t the best work of mine i won’t lie to you guy. it’s only slightly proof read 🧍🏼 like i said the results of this election has my mind kind elsewhere, but writing is still very therapeutic for me and i really wanted to get something put out for you guys! plus im excited to post this and continue this story and i don’t want that to be taken from me. anyways enough about that i hope you guys enjoy!!

work count: 2.6K (ik sorry they will eventually be longer)

– Chapter two -

"Maybe your eye would work?" you break the silence, your voice echoing softly in the open space. You and Ellie sit on either side of the exit, your backs pressed against the cool, metallic walls. It took you two what felt like forever, but you finally found a door. The hope that cascaded through your bodies upon first seeing the door was palpable, a surge of excitement that quickly dissipated the moment you realized it was locked. The lock mechanism, a complex array of technological marvels you’ve never encountered, had multiple parts, but only needed one of the three ways to get through: an eye scanner, a password, or a thumbprint.

The eye scanner looked like a floating camera, or at least that's the best way you could describe it. It hovered eerily, set maybe a foot above a see-through keyboard that seemed to defy gravity. Glowing boxes surrounded glowing letters, numbers, and symbols, creating an otherworldly interface. It was strange, almost disconcerting, the way those two things seemed to float beside the door, as if held in place by some invisible force. In stark contrast, the fingerprint scan was firmly affixed to the actual door itself, a more tangible and familiar security measure. Either way, two of these things you thought Ellie might be able to manipulate, given her potential credentials.

"Huh?" Ellie turns her head to you, her brows furrowed in confusion and her upper lip slightly risen on one side, creating an expression of both intrigue and skepticism. "It's a shot in the dark but..." you begin, your mind racing to connect the dots, "Our name plates—only you had 'Dr.' in front of your name." You shrug your shoulders and lick your lips, your theory on the tip of your tongue. Turning your body to face more in her direction, your legs tucking slightly under your thighs in an attempt to get comfortable on the hard floor, you continue, "Maybe you have some form of authority here? I mean, hell, maybe you're even an astronaut? It's not too far-fetched considering our surroundings."

She looked at you with an expression that was a perfect blend of disbelief and flattery, as if you had just said the most absurd yet complimentary thing imaginable. Her eyes widened slightly, eyebrows raised, creating a very confused expression that spoke volumes. "Or," she countered, her voice tinged with a hint of skepticism, "I'm just a doctor who practices medicine and they need doctors in this place we're headed towards? It seems more likely, doesn't it?" Your shoulders literally slump at that, the weight of disappointment settling on you. "Yeah, you're probably right…" you concede, your voice trailing off.

You sit with your back against the wall again, the cool surface a stark reminder of your predicament. Your mind starts racing, deciding to go back to the drawing board. Maybe there's another door on the other side? Air vents? As these thoughts swirl in your head, Ellie suddenly stands up, her movement catching you off guard. She leans over slightly, putting her eye at level with the scanner, a look of determination etched on her face. You look up at her curiously, and suddenly there's a beep—a sharp, electronic sound that cuts through the silence—and the doors slide open with a smooth, hydraulic hiss.

You get on your feet immediately, adrenaline surging through your body, and she turns back to you, her face a mask of genuine shock mirroring your own. "No way..." you say in awe, your voice barely above a whisper as you look through the now open door. The view beyond is bleak, not really what you were hoping for. Just another long walkway stretches before you, more walkways branching off like a labyrinth of sterile corridors. "Guess I am an astronaut..." Ellie says quietly, a smile playing on her lips, tinged with a mixture of pride and bewilderment.

You look back to her, her smile a welcome contrast to the boring white hallway that seems to stretch endlessly before you. You can't help but smile back, a sense of camaraderie growing between you. "Of course you are," you say, your voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I'm never wrong." Ellie huffs air out of her nose in a small laugh, her smile widening as she shakes her head, a gesture that seems both exasperated and fond. She takes a deep breath, straightening her back again, and steps into the hallway with cautious steps. You follow close behind, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The doors close with a whooshing sound behind you both, sealing off the room you just left.

"Why'd you give it a try?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you as you fall into step beside her. Ellie shrugs, her eyes scanning the corridor ahead. "Better than sitting there with no solution," she replies, her tone matter-of-fact. She glances at you, a hint of amusement in her eyes, "and something told me you're never wrong or whatever." You smile as the warm sense of familiarity fills you again, this time less scary but just as confusing as before. It's a feeling you can't quite place, like a half-remembered dream or a song you can't quite recall. "Fair enough," you joke a little, your voice light.

Silence settles over the two of you for a moment before you speak again, "So, Dr. Ellie," you say, emphasizing her title with a playful tone, a little pep in your step, your body angled more towards her than forward. "What's our next move? Any pearls of astronaut wisdom to share with us mere mortals?" The question is wrapped in a layer of jest, but underneath, it's clear you're both grappling with the same pressing concern: what on earth—or rather, what in space—are you supposed to do now?

Ellie responds with a soft chuckle, her eyes never ceasing their scan of the corridors stretching out before you. "Well," she begins, her voice tinged with a hint of self-deprecation, "If I had to guess, I think our best bet would be to find some kind of control room or like a central hub. I mean.. there's bound to be a nerve center somewhere." As she speaks, her hands move in small, unconscious gestures, as if trying to shape her thoughts in the air.

She gives a little shrug, the movement almost diminishing the weight of her ideas. It's a strange contradiction—the self-assurance in her logic juxtaposed against a hint of awkwardness in her delivery. The dichotomy is intriguing; she clearly knows she's smart, but there's a flutter of something—maybe modesty, maybe uncertainty—when that intelligence is on display.

You nod, genuinely impressed by her logical approach despite her hesitation. "Makes sense," you agree, your voice trailing off a little as you mull over her suggestion. After a moment you ask, "Any ideas on how we might go about finding this hypothetical control room?"

Ellie's eyebrows lift a fraction, and when she speaks again, her words seem to require a touch more effort than before, as if she's carefully weighing each one. "Well, we could start by looking for signs, I suppose?" Her gaze flicks to you briefly before returning to the path ahead, a mix of consideration and caution in her eyes. "Or, failing that, we could follow the main corridor?" She gestures ahead with a sweep of her hand. "In my experience-“ she cuts herself off in a fluster. “Or what I think might be my experience, given our current memory situation—important areas are usually centrally located and well-marked."

You hum thoughtfully and nod, acknowledging the soundness of her strategy. "So, essentially, we keep walking straight until we stumble upon another door or some kind of signage?" A note of playful sarcasm creeps into your voice as you add, "Sounds absolutely thrilling..."

Ellie responds with an eye roll, but there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, softening the gesture. "Well, unless you've got a better idea tucked away in that sarcasm-filled brain of yours, Captain Quip, I think that's our best bet for now." She pauses for a beat, then adds with a touch of dry humor coloring her words, "Who knows? Maybe if we're really lucky, we'll stumble upon a space casino or an alien petting zoo along the way."

"A petting zoo?" you echo, latching onto the absurd image with enthusiasm. "Maybe they've got some kind of high-tech Noah's Ark situation going on up here." The mental picture draws a laugh from both of you, the sound a welcome break in the tension. As your chuckles subside, you're struck by a sudden realization. "You know what? I could really go for a drink right now. God, I'm thirsty. Are you thirsty too?" The question hangs in the air for a moment before you notice something's off. You turn, expecting to see Ellie beside you, but she's nowhere in sight. Confusion floods your system. Wasn't she just—

You’re quickly interrupted by the sound of your name being called. It's Ellie's voice, but it's coming from at least 20 feet behind you. You spin around, your eyes searching, and finally spot her. She's standing in front of a doorway, her arm extended, finger pointing at something beyond. "Look," she calls again, her voice a mix of excitement and wariness.

You quickly jog back to where Ellie is standing. As you draw closer, you see what has captured her attention: before you a mini hall, maybe 3 feet long ending with a small door.

Your gaze follows Ellie's pointing finger to the side of the door, where a placard identical to those at the foot of your pods catches your attention. The name 'Dr. Williams' is etched onto its surface, below her name is a simple +1, causing a small jolt of recognition to course through you. "Oh..." you breathe, the single syllable barely audible as it escapes your lips. Your eyes dart between Ellie and the plain white door, a feeling of apprehension swirling in your gut.

"Well, let's open it," you suggest, your voice a blend of impatience and nervousness. Ellie responds with a nod, her face showing her own set of conflicting emotions. She reaches out, her hand settling on the doorknob - a long, flat apparatus that stands out against the sterile white of the door. Your eyes are drawn to a peculiar smooth shiny black rectangle spot near where the handle attaches to the door, its purpose unclear but somehow significant.

Ellie's fingers wrap around the handle, and she attempts to turn it. The door remains closed, the handle refusing to even budge an inch. A look of frustration flashes across her face as she tries again, her knuckles almost whitening with the force of her grip. Still, the door doesn't budge.

You watch intently as Ellie's brow furrows in concentration, her fingers now tracing the outline of the mysterious black spot. Suddenly, Ellie's eyes widen with realization, and she presses her thumb firmly against the black square. The silence that follows seems to stretch for an eternity, both of you holding your breath in anticipation. Then, a soft beep fills the air, shattering the tension.

Ellie turns the handle again and the door responds with a soft click as she pushes the door open. You and Ellie exchange a quick glance, a wordless communication passing between you. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you both step forward in unison. The room is small, almost like a one room apartment. The white sterile walls not following you into this space. You both set forward, Ellie in the lead as you both wordlessly scan the room. The walls may be white, but the room itself is vibrant with personality and life.

Every available surface is adorned with an array of memorabilia - framed photographs capturing moments frozen in time, colorful posters that speak of diverse interests, and shelves lined with an assortment of knick-knacks, each telling its own story. These decorations form a protective cocoon around the full-sized bed nestled at the far end of the room, creating a cozy sanctuary within the larger space. The front area of the room seamlessly blends the functionality of a kitchen with the comfort of a living room, defying the sterile environment beyond its walls.

As you step further into the room, your senses are overwhelmed by a collection of different scents, each fighting for dominance in the recycled air of the ship. The rich, invigorating aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the smoky, complex notes of aged whiskey. A faint, earthy scent of stale marijuana lingers in the background. Underpinning it all is a warm, masculine fragrance - reminiscent of a what you’d smell when you hug a Southern dad, all sun-warmed cotton and subtle cologne.

Despite the main overhead light being off, the room is bathed in a gentle, welcoming glow. A strategically placed array of lamps and twinkling string lights cast a soft, amber radiance throughout the space. This warm illumination not only brightens the room but also seems to ignite a spark of recognition deep within you. As your eyes adjust and roam over the personal touches scattered throughout, you can't shake the feeling that this space is somehow intimately familiar, as if you've spent countless hours within these very walls, or at least around these things.

Ellie quietly calls your name, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. You slowly turn around to see her sitting on what you presume to be her bed, a framed photograph clutched in her hands. You make your way over to her, each step feeling both familiar and foreign on the ship's floor. As you settle beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under your combined weight, she carefully turns the photo to face you both.

The image captured within the frame immediately draws your attention. It's a snapshot of what appears to be a Halloween party, the background a blur of festive decorations and revelers. But it's the subjects of the photo that truly catch your eye - you and Ellie, looking carefree and happy, your costumes as whimsical as they are clever.

You find yourself staring at your own image, barely recognizing the person looking back at you. You're dressed in an elaborate moth costume, complete with intricately designed wings and antennae. Your costume-clad self is caught mid-motion, planting an exaggerated kiss on Ellie's cheek. Ellie, for her part, is sporting what can only be described as a lampshade on her head, her face alight with laughter and warmth.

The juxtaposition of the costumes isn't lost on you - a moth drawn to a lamp, a visual pun that speaks of inside jokes and shared humor. It's a moment of connection, of joy, frozen in time and preserved behind glass.

"Oh..." you breathe, the word barely more than an exhale. The photo feels like a key, unlocking a flood of emotions you can't quite place. Familiarity wars with the unsettling feeling of looking at strangers wearing your faces.

"Oh..." Ellie echoes, her voice a mirror of your own confusion and wonder. Her eyes flick between the photo and your face, searching for something - recognition, perhaps, or confirmation that you're feeling the same tumult of emotions that she is.

The silence stretches between you, filled with unspoken questions and the weight of implications neither of you are quite ready to voice.

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Noise Complaint

Summary: AU where Leon Kennedy's first day isn't being attacked by zombies but handling a noise complaint which leads to a... miscommunication on your part

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Okay this is Part 1 of a concept that I thought was pretty humorous. part two here! The Porch Swing.

Feel free to let me know what you think :)

The police car door shut abruptly from the force of Office Kennedy’s arm. Hands dropping to his side, he feels the ground pulse a rhythm beneath him. His eyes scanned the area before they planted on the view of a house, neon lights projecting out of it. He let out a sigh of agitation. 

When he told the chief he was ready to go on patrol this wasn’t exactly what he meant. He figured he’d be doing what he signed up for in the first place. Helping people, not telling partygoers to keep their music down. It was definitely given to him because no one else wanted to do it. Give the rookie the dirty work while the other more experienced officers do the real work. That’s definitely what they did. But hey, he had to start somewhere. With a huff of encouragement to himself, he approaches the house, which is practically vibrating with party music and boisterous laughter, and knocks. 

To no avail.

Tightening his lips, he knocks again.

Still nothing.

He holds up his fist to knock on the door one last time until the door suddenly swings open, revealing you. A red cup in your hand and the other hand gripping for dear life on the door knob as you hold your weight against the door. 

“Heyyyy” you slur, a bubbly giggle trailing behind it. lowering his fist, he hesitantly greets you back, 

“Uh.. hi. I’m here because we received a noise complaint for this locat—“ 

“Oohhh” you interrupt, “that’s right, the noise complaint” in a fit of giggles you smile at him mischievously. For what reason, Leon had no idea. But seeing that you were obviously drunk, he just figured you were just saying things, to say things,

“Right” he gingerly responds, narrowing his eyes at your demeanor, “I’m going to have to ask you to turn down the volume a bit” 

“Uh huh” you say mindlessly before grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the chaotic environment,

“Leslie the stripper is here!” 

“The what?!” Leon exclaims. However you don’t hear him over the loud music and drag him through the crowds of people, “I’m not a stripper!” He yells over the music 

“Yeah I know you’re a stripper! You know you’re actually a half hour late!” You yell back, 

“No, I said I’m not a—“ 

“Leslie! There you are!” Once you find a familiar face wearing a bridal sash, you come to a sudden halt, Leon bumping into you in the process with an annoyed groan, “the stripper is here!” You teasingly say in a sing-song voice. 

While you were fully convinced that officer Kennedy was a stripper, her friend panically glanced between you and him, “um, that’s an actual cop” Leslie says sheepishly. You, still drunk and still brutally honest, turn your head to look at him. Your eyelids lower and lift as you shamelessly check him out, 

“Are you sure? He’s too hot to be a cop” the sentence alone makes the hairs on his arms stand up and all the blood in his body rush to his face. With all the patience he has, he takes a deep inhale and leans forward to speak to Leslie,

“There’s been multiple noise complaints about this party so I suggest you put this party to rest or I will” Leon says loud enough for both you and Leslie to hear. Before you could protest, Leslie swings an arm around you and covers your mouth with her hand. 

“We’ll close it down, sorry about the inconvenience” Leslie says apologetically while you try to wriggle free from her grasp. Begrudgingly, Leon moves his way through the crowd until he finally makes it to the door. Relieved to finally be out of the chaos he sits in his police car and leans his head against the headrest, 

“One hell of a first day” he murmurs to himself. 

—

The next morning was less chaotic than the booming music and the overwhelming smell of alcohol of the night prior. However, against his will, he was reminded of last night by his fellow police officers once he walked in, asking how the patrol went. Not wanting to be the laughing stock of the police station as a cherry on top, he failed to mention the part where you called him a stripper. 

Yeah, he still hasn’t gotten over it. 

After a bit of poking fun, he started his work day with paperwork. Although boring, he’d take filling out forms over being mistaken for stripper anyway. He hoped the mindless work would take his mind off of it. Yet, it only made him dwell even further. The thought of it made him aggressively swish and press his pen tip harder on the paper as he signed his signature in one designated box. 

“Hey Rosa” His head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. He couldn’t forget that voice even if he tried. Turning he sees you conversing with the receptionist at the front desk,

“Hey how’s it going?” The receptionist greets 

“The usual, just dropping off lunch for Will” you casually say, holding a paper bag in one hand and a pair of sunglasses in the other. Standing up from his desk, he readies himself to confront you once and for all. One foot after the other, he gets closer and closer to the front desk. However, you’re so enthralled in your conversation with the receptionist that you only look up when he clears his throat. You look at him and politely smile, in which Leon doesn’t return, 

“Hi, I’m Officer Kennedy” 

“New recruit? I don’t think I’ve seen you before” Your polite smile soon drops when you notice Leon giving you an incredulous look. All of a sudden, all the things he was going to say to tell you off fell back into his throat. His tongue felt like it was stuck to the top of his mouth, “Are you okay? You don’t look so good” you ask softly, your eyes filled with concern. 

She doesn’t remember anything from last night? Of course she doesn’t remember she was drunk! What was I thinking?

His mind was spinning. Expecting a careless, bigmouthed partygoer, he is instead met with a nice girl with a pretty smile. How the hell was he going to get out of this without looking like a dumbfound idiot?

Clearing his throat he tries his best to calm his nerves, although it was a bit of a dumpster fire in his mind at the moment, “Do you… need something?” He musters to ask. Flashing a sweet smile again, you lift up the paper bag you were holding, 

“My brother works here, just dropping off his lunch. He always forgets it” 

“Ah.. well it was nice to meet you” Leon weakly greets with a shy grin backing away from the receptionist desk slowly to his own desk.

“You too, see you around” 

And with that, he resumes his paperwork, his mind spinning like a tire rolling from its axel. Not sure what to think anymore when it came to you. Was he supposed to act like nothing happened? He didn’t know if he could. Subconsciously shaking his head free from his dwelling he decides that it’s a problem for another day.

[a1sh1teruu]

guns and needles ; c.jh

— synopsis: Weird patients weren’t a rarity in the ER, but what happens if one of those patients suddenly appears in your apartment in the middle of the night?

— contains: mafia/gang au, fluff, kidnapping, profanities, injuries, hospital things, blood, weaponry

— wc: 10k

— note: this is my part of @ssaboala’s outlaw project, though, this didn’t meet my expectations and it didn’t turn out the way i wanted. so yeh, here it is. thank you anne for your patience and understanding of this delay! this might have some errors, i do apologize, i’ll proofread this once i have time on my hands 😭

“(Y/N)!” One of your colleagues calls from the other end of the long hallway. Multiple patients and nurses giving him dirty looks for being so loud. Looking up from your check-list of the day, you see the tall man approach with quick steps. He already changed from his light blue scrubs to his jeans and T-shirt. “I knew you’d be on time as always,” he exhaled, the exhaustion evident in his tone, “I hate working night shifts.” His silence worried you a bit until he pulled you into a tight hug, “My hero has come to unburden me!” The tall man dramatically wept into your shoulder, voice muffled by your clean scrubs.

You chuckled as you pat his back, pulling away. “I am glad you’re happy to see me, Yunho.” Just as Yunho started explaining his night shift, another nurse stuck her head out of the doorway leading into the ER and called your name.

“Enough, you two. I need Ms.Patients-Favorite now.” Yunho’s shoulders visibly sunk as you gave him an apologetic smile, walking towards the ER.

“Finally, you’re here, (Y/N)!” Eric exclaimed, holding your shoulders in a vice grip, shaking you slightly.

You smiled as you took his hands in yours. “Eric,” you paused, blinking at the pink-haired nurse, “it’s not even seven a.m, our shift hasn’t even started yet. And I thought the head nurse told you to dye your hair back to brown?” Your brows were furrowed as you asked him the question, only getting a scoff from him as an answer. “Who cares about her.”

A few hours into your shift, you already got tired. Running from one side to the other, treating the patients and sending them off when their treatment was done. With a glance at the clock that hung on the wall, you saw that it was nearly the end of your shift. You couldn’t contain the smile as you already imagined the food you were going to eat, until your bubble burst when the doors of the ER slid open, revealing two paramedics supporting a man, who obviously was too weak to walk on his own. As the men neared, you noticed the large blood stain on the man’s dark dress-pants. “Uh– come with me, yes, follow me,” you stuttered, eyes wide. With quick steps, you reached one of the trauma exam rooms, holding the heavy door open.

The paramedics carefully laid the injured man onto the hospital bed, eliciting a pained groan from him. Sitting down on a stool, you quickly pulled a pair of gloves on and grabbed a pair of scissors, “Hello, sir, my name is (Y/N). May I know your name?” You asked carefully, wincing as you heard him gasp.

“J–Jongho, Choi Jongho,” he answered, pinching his eyes shut in pain.

“Alright, Jongho, I have to cut your pants open. Is that okay with you?” The fervent nodding of Jongho’s head gave you the go. Pushing his dress-shirt up a bit, you already saw a dark bruise peeking from his pants. You cut into the delicate fabric, drenched in crimson blood, clutched each end and pulled harshly, ripping the fabric, revealing the source of the heavy bleeding. Your breath hitched as you noticed that the wound was caused by a bullet, oozing blood. Pulling your cart of supplies, you picked the bottle of saline solution. “It seems like the bullet is still inside your thigh. I’m going to flush the wound now, I am very sorry in advance, it will hurt.” Not even trying to sugar coat it, you tipped the bottle over, letting the saline solution flush the wound.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your jaw, throwing you off your stool. He just kneed you in the jaw so hard you saw black spots clouding your vision. Groaning, you clutched your chin. “Fuck,” you gasped, the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. You looked up at one of the paramedics through teary eyes. “Call Eric and help me hold his legs down.” On shaky legs, you stood up and sat back down onto the stool. The dizziness dissipated slowly as you grabbed the solution again. “I need you to stay still, sir,” you huffed out, eyes moving to the door as it opened, revealing Eric and the paramedic. With an exchange of nods, Eric moved to Jonghos’s midriff, planting his hands on his torso and the paramedics holding each of his legs down.

You worked quickly as you washed out the wound and took the medical tongs to fish the offending piece of metal out. A blood curdling scream left Jongho’s chest, accompanied by the sickening squelch of the wound. The bleeding got worse, the sight of the thick liquid making bile burn your throat.

After digging around in your patient’s thigh, you finally got a grip on the bullet and pulled it out. A sigh of relief left your lips as you looked at it, examining if any fragments were still somewhere in Jongho’s flesh. The bullet was smooth, nothing broken or chipped off.

“(Y/N),” Eric’s shaky voice pulled your attention. “He’s out.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

After you finally treated your patient and stabilized him you transferred him into the trauma department. You sat down onto the couch of the break room. “This was,” you trailed off, closing your eyes in exhaustion.

“Draining,” Eric huffed out next to you. “Can’t wait to get home.”

“Yeah.”

The way back home went by like a blur, and just like that, you were already unlocking your door. Smiling, you peeked through your door to see your cat stretching. As soon as she was done, she walked to you, meowing as you entered your home. “Hey, Kitty,” you greeted her in a high pitched voice, bending down to pick her up. “Are you hungry?” You asked her as if she could answer with words, but these three words were Kitty’s favorite words, immediately meowing as loud as she could.

After feeding your cat and taking a shower, you let yourself get sucked into the beautiful darkness of unconsciousness.

The loud, offending ring of your phone disturbed your beautiful sleep, pulling you out of your deep slumber. You groaned loudly as you reached for your phone and looked at the bright, blaring screen with squinted eyes. The head nurse was calling. “Yeah?” You picked up, voice groggy, exhaustion basically dripping from your lips.

“(Y/N), Yunho is taking over your day shift, you will take his place in the night.” You hated night shifts, they were so scary. Especially the walk back home, when it was still dark and quiet at the crack of dawn.

“Can’t Eric take over instead?” You tried to hide the desperation, but to no avail.

“No, I’m sorry.” With that, the head nurse hung up, wishing you a good rest of the early morning.

You let the phone fall next to your head, covering your face as a dry sob left your lips. With a new surge of energy you picked your phone up and dialed Yunho’s number. After a few seconds, you heard his voice, angering your tired state even more. “Fuck you, Yunho.” The loud, boisterous laugh you got in return made you huff in annoyance and hang up.

If looks could kill, multiple nurses and doctors would be motionless on the floor by now. Dark eye bags were decorating your face and the corners of your lips were pulled into a deep frown, brows pinched together. Even Eric got out of your way as you walked to the staff room, wide eyes looking at Yunho, who was munching on his sandwich, oblivious to your menacing stride towards him.

“Yunho,” Eric tried to get the tall nurse’s attention by sharply whispering across the room. He didn’t react, instead, he bit into his sandwich again, free hand checking off his to-do list. Before your pink-haired friend could warn Yunho, you had already reached the table and cleared your throat. “Totally dead,” Eric mumbled, quickly exiting the room.

As Yunho looked up from his half-eaten sandwich, his face immediately fell. “You will take over four of my night shifts, and if not,” you trailed off, tracing your thumb across the skin of your neck with a dark look on your face. All Yunho could do was gulp and nod hastily, standing up and excusing himself.

Even with great exhaustion, you still did your job excellently. Greeting and sending the patients off with a smile. It was already 3am, and the ER wasn’t full. Only a few people, who were waiting for their partners, parents, or whatever relatives. You were currently going through the unfinished files, filling them out if needed. Until a nurse from the trauma department stuck her head through the staff door and called your name quietly. “Yeah,” you whispered as to not disturb the peaceful silence in the waiting room.

“One of my patients wants you to treat him. He won’t let anyone near him.” You tilted your head, not knowing who she meant. “The guy with the gunshot wound.” Ah, him.

“Okay, I’m coming. But could you stay here for me?” The nurse nodded and sat down as you left the waiting room, walking to the trauma department. With quick steps, you reached the man’s door and knocked a few times before entering. You stopped as you saw two men, dressed in dark, expensive suits, stand at the foot of Jongho’s bed. “Oh,” you mumbled, slowly entering the room, eyes falling on Jongho. He was awake, as expected, eyes following your every move. “Hello, how are you doing?” you asked in a cheery tone, grabbing the clipboard that was fixed on the foot of his bed. “It seems like you are well taken care of, seeing your bodyguards looking at everything I do.” Your lighthearted joke fell on deaf ears as none of the men responded to it. Smile falling from your features, you looked at the clipboard, checking the vitals that got last recorded, but there was nothing. “Nobody checked on you during your stay here? I have to report that.” You said in a serious tone, this time. Fishing for your pager in the pocket of your scrubs but stopping as you heard Jongho’s hoarse voice.

“I didn’t let anyone check up on me, that’s what it is,.” Nodding slowly, you let your phone fall back into your pocket.

“And why’s that?” You felt like you could sink through the floor with three pairs of eyes analyzing your movements.

Jongho’s next words confused you. “I trust you the most.” His statement pulled a chuckle out of you as you waved your hand.

“Sir, I am an ER nurse, not a bedside nurse,” you said, looking at him with a smile. “I do appreciate it, but I don’t think I will be able to keep up with you, seeing as my post is in the ER.” You literally saw the man’s brow tick a bit. Probably out of anger, annoyance, pain? “I am only doing it now because the ER isn’t full right now. And after that my colleagues will take over. I can’t leave the ER just like that, I’m sorry.”

You turned around to go to one of the medical cupboards to get everything you needed. Needles and vials to draw some blood and new bandages. Walking to his injured side, and putting everything on the bedside table. “No, I want you to do it.” You sighed, a stubborn one.

“As I said, I will only be doing this now.” Your voice was a bit stern, trying to get your patient to comply. Said man let himself relax into the cushions, knowing that he won’t be able to talk you through it. “Stretch your arm out for me, please,” you instructed softly. At first, Jongho just looked at you, eyes round and empty. “Mister Choi,” you urged, “would you please stretch your arm out for me, so I can measure your blood pressure.” At that, Jongho stretched his arm out, looking away from you. He felt the rough material of the cuff that you wrapped around his upper arm. After having fixed the cuff around Jongho’s thick bicep, you put your stethoscope in your ears and held it to his skin as you pumped air into the inflatable cuff. “It’s gonna get tight, don’t get nervous.”

Did you notice his nervousness? It felt like time stopped for Jongho while you were counting the beats on the manometer. “Okay,” you broke the silence, taking off the stethoscope and opening the valve of the cuff to let the air out. Looking at Jongho, you smiled, “Your blood pressure looks very good, I don’t think the doctor has to prescribe you any medication except painkillers.”

You were writing down the numbers on the clipboard when Jongho asked, “are you going to do anything else?” He sounded hesitant, almost scared, eying the needles that rested next to his bed.

“Yes, I do have to draw some blood to see if there might be an infection that isn’t visible,” you explained, looking at one of the men near the bed. One of them leaned over to his friend, a smirk on his face as he was whispering something. “Keep that arm outstretched like that, I’ll be back in a second.” You noticed his breath hitching as you plopped down onto the stool next to the bed, wrapping the elastic band around his bicep, “Form your hand in a fist and pump.” The man complied, doing everything you instructed him to do, although a bit nervously. You poked around the prominent vein and wiped it down with a disinfectant. “It’s gonna sting,” you mumbled, slowly pushing the needle through Jongho’s skin. And just as the needle broke skin, Jongho pulled his arm away from you, eyes wide, looking at you. Suddenly, the two men behind you started laughing hysterically at their friend's behavior. “Gentlemen,” you warned, tone sharp.

You turned back to your patient, eyes soft and reassuring. “It’s going to be okay,” you whispered. “I’m scared too, and I’m an ER nurse, what an irony.” Your chuckle made Jongho settle a bit, but not totally. With that, Jongho stretched his arm out again. Redoing the disinfections again, you took a new needle and started to poke at Jongho’s skin. “It’s gonna sting, okay.” You heard a hum of approval come from him and you finally stuck the needle into his vein. “Let your fist loose,” untying the band around his bicep, you let the blood flow into the small tube in your hand.

After getting enough blood, you pulled the needle off and put a small label on each tube. “Thank you,” You heard Jongho’s small voice, making you chuckle.

“It’s my job, Sir.” You turned around, a big smile on your tired features. “Now, I need to check that wound of yours. Don’t want it to infect because of your stubbornness,” you whispered the last part, slowly peeling off the bandaging. You checked the wound, taking a pair of sterile tweezers and poking around it. “The skin looks very irritated and is probably dead,” you looked up with furrowed brows. “My colleague probably has to cut some off and stitch it again. It’s normal, don’t be panicked.” Jongho’s face immediately straightened when he met your eyes, your words slightly worrying him.

He shifted before asking, “I won’t have to amputate my leg?” His heart dropped when he heard your loud laugh.

“No, no,” you chuckled, “your leg won’t get amputated as long as you let the nurses do their job.” Reaching over, you sanitize your hands and pull a pair of gloves on. “I’ll bandage your wound now, and in the morning, my colleague will take over, yeah?”

The two men in the corner watched you intently as you worked, hands quick. It took you less than ten minutes to get him wrapped up, smiling when you left the room. You released the bedside nurse when you arrived at the ER, exchanging a small handover.

Thankfully, nothing too big happened the rest of your shift, and you were already on your way out the hospital.

As soon as you open the door to your bedroom, you let yourself fall face first into your blankets, a groan muffled by the thick sheets. While your cat was happily munching on her food, you were slowly drifting into a deep slumber.

A few days had passed and you almost forgot about Jongho, almost. You were relieved that he left you the rest of his stay in the hospital and you were able to do your work in the ER.

“I got your favorite drink,” you heard Yunho next to you, eyes following the paper cup he put on the desk next to you. “As a thank you for taking over the night shift, you know.” You chuckled as you thanked him for the drink, quickly typing the last sentence in the patient’s file and closing it.

“It was no problem, Yunho. Just a little heads-up would’ve been ideal,” you explained, waving a dismissive hand in front of your face. “By the way,” you started, “did the patient with the gunshot wound get discharged? His name was… Joongho?”

“Choi Jongho,” Yunho corrected, smiling when you let out an ‘aha!’ but when you gave it a second thought, you looked at your co-worker with a puzzled look. How’d he know him? You didn’t give it much thought, though, it was gone as fast as it came. “Eric got written up, by the way!” Yunho blurted out, a sinister grin on his face. Instead of questioning him, you just sighed and shook your head. Of course it was because of his damn pink hair.

Ever since Jongho stepped foot into your hospital and you treated him, you felt something weird. Like something has gotten out of place. Yunho was having the same shifts as you, even walking you home after work when it became dark. The Yunho you knew never did that. “Urgh, I’m too tired, (Y/N)!” He’d whine, sulking. But what did you do? Ignored it. What should you do anyway, everybody has these weeks sometimes. Right?

Today was the first day in a few weeks since you had a shift without Yunho, and to be honest, you were kind of feeling lonely without him. After your shift, at around eight p.m., you started your walk home. You were exhausted and stressed, another shift waiting for you the next day. But while you were walking, you noticed a car driving ever so slowly behind you. This made a ball of fear rise in your gut as your steps quickened, praying to whatever God there was, that nothing would happen. Just as you were about to turn the corner to enter your apartment complex, the car sped off, the loud exhaust causing you to flinch and let your keys fall to the ground.

A week passed and since that day, nothing like this happened, making you doubt that the car was actually following you. Maybe they were looking for something or someone, right?

Three weeks later, while you were sitting behind the front desk in the ER, spaced out, you didn’t notice the familiar man walk into the waiting room. “Sorry,” the low voice made you flinch softly, quickly arranging your posture. You recognized the familiar face, but not really pin-pointing it. “I’m here to get my stitches removed. Choi Jongho,” aah, that’s him.

“Ah, hi, Jongho,” you smiled, standing up and signaling him to follow you into the back. While you got the utensils ready, Jongho sat down on the exam table. “You can take your pants off,” you said over your shoulder while unpacking the sterile scissors and tweezers. You didn’t see the way Jongho’s face flushed when you told him to take his pants off. It was weird, it was weird how he didn’t care how he looked, or how much skin was revealed when he was brought into the ER. But now that he was fully conscious, he was getting a tad bit flustered.

“You’re awfully quiet,” your voice pulled Jongho out of his trance, startling him. “Sorry, I just found it funny how the change of circumstance can affect people.” Jongho nodded softly as he stood up to push his pants down to his knees, laying back down onto the exam table. “So,” you started, pulling the small cart with you that had the utensil lined up. From sterile gloves to sterile scissors and a scalpel. “Want me to explain the procedure, to get the nerves out of the way?”

He softly nodded, lips pulled into a tight line. With a smile, you calmly explained what you’ll do, which wasn’t too bad actually, Jongho thought it would’ve been worse. “Okay, I’m ready,” he assured as you put the gloves on.

“He speaks,” you teased with a smile, sitting down on the stool and sliding close to him. “So, how have you been?” Jongho noticed the way you tried to get his mind off this, your hands soft and feathery as you worked on his leg. You pushed his shirt a bit upwards to make space for the disinfectant.

Jongho swallowed thickly before he started talking, “I’ve been resting a lot, actually. I got sick days from work too, so I’ve been having a lot of free time, and some friends of mine always came over to cook. Doc had said I shouldn’t be on my feet for more than fifteen minutes at once, you know, so yeah, I’ve been spoiled.” He chuckled when he said that last part, his smile faltering when he realized he was ranting. “I… I’m sorry, it was too much at once.”

“No! It’s okay, I like listening to you.” The smile you sent his way made his heart leap. You were just so cute.

And so he did, he talked and talked, until he had nothing else to say. That’s when he saw you smiling up at him, gloves already discarded and a brand new plaster on his leg. “All done!” you exclaimed happily as you pushed yourself away with the stool, quickly scribbling down onto a piece of paper. “The wound itself looks pretty good, I also sent the doc a picture of it and he approved.” Jongho stood up and rearranged his clothes, but before he could leave the room, you called after him. “Your stories are cool!” He smiled at that as he left the hospital, his friend waiting by the car.

"Aw! Our baby bear is in love! He’s growing– Ow!”

A week later, while you were grocery shopping, you noticed a weird man follow you through the aisles. You were looking at the canned cat foods when he stepped closer, side-eyeing him. Maybe he also had a cat or something, right? You put a few cans into your cart and continued walking. His thick shoes made noise as he walked behind you, making you tense up.

“May I help you, sir?” you asked harshly, one hand on the cart and the other propped on your hip.

Before the stranger could answer, a heavy arm fell onto your shoulder, startling you. “Babe, here you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he said, making you look up. It was Yunho. “What did the gentleman need?” he asked, a passive aggressive tone in his voice. Said man just glared at Yunho before he walked away, leaving you two alone in the aisle. “That dude was weird,” he whispered as he took your cart and walked to the checkout. “I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay with you.”

You nodded with a grateful sigh, quickly glancing over your shoulder to see that the man had disappeared. “He was really weird.” What was even weirder, how Yunho appeared out of nowhere to save the day.

As promised, Yunho walked you home and even invited himself for a drink, which turned out to be him falling asleep on the couch while a movie was running on your TV. In the meantime, you fed your cat and did your laundry. “Yunho,” your voice echoed through the living room as you rummaged through your freezer for ice cream. “You want ice cream?”

“Yes!” Of course he’d wake up to that question.

“Are you okay?” Yunho’s sudden question made you look at him with a confused expression. “I mean you haven’t been yourself recently, you know. I don’t know, you seem a lot more cautious than you are.” At some point he was right. You really were a lot more cautious these past couple weeks, getting startled by almost every small noise, especially when you shared a night shift with Yunho. He was looking at the ice cream in his hands as he waited for an answer, shortly glancing at you.

You shrugged, “I mean, a lot of weird things happened the last couple of weeks.” Yunho nodded, signaling you to go on. “Uhm, I’ve noticed that sometimes cars follow me up to my apartment complex and then speed off when I open the door, you know. And the man at the store, that wasn’t the first time someone followed me around in the store.” Your voice had a slight tremble, the anxiety bubbling in your gut, spilling as you felt thankful that you could explain to at least someone what has been happening. “Yeah, and at night, I always see the same man walking around the apartment complex. One time I even caught him looking up at my window.” You pointed to the parking lot in front of your window. At times like these, you were really grateful that you chose the fifth floor to live in.

“Have you tried contacting the police?” His question made you glare at him.

“By all means, Yunho. They’d call me paranoid and crazy, you know how these bastards are.” Over the course of years, you had developed a specific hatred toward the police. They felt too entitled, the police brutality was over the moon, and you remember how a police officer manhandled you because you wouldn’t let him arrest your patient in the ER, a patient that was bleeding too much for your liking. Due to that officer’s actions, the patient died, bled to death basically. “They wouldn't care one bit.”

“Also true,” he shrugged, sipping the last bit of his drink. That night, Yunho slept over, his big body barely fitting onto your couch. You insisted so much that he should’ve slept on your bed instead of your couch, but all he said was, “what, I wanna feel tiny for once.”

That night you didn’t get a wink of sleep, tossing and turning in your bed, that queasy feeling back. You decided to get up and drink something, your eyes flitting to the angry, red digits on your clock that was resting on your desk, two a.m. With a sigh, you made your way into the kitchen, carefully dodging the toys your cat had scattered around. Yunho was peacefully sleeping on your couch, one leg dangling and the other laying over the armrest. This didn’t look comfortable at all. Softly shaking your head, you made your way into your kitchen and rummaged through your fridge. Your hands wrapped around a half empty bottle of coke, pulling it out and unscrewing. At this point you didn’t care and directly drank from the bottle.

While you were in your own thoughts, a sudden knock on your door pulled your attention. At this hour? You felt your heart in your throat as you quickly walked into the living room. “Yunho,” you whispered, shaking his shoulder, but no answer. “Yunho,” this time your voice was harsher, your hand squeezed his shoulder as you desperately tried to wake him up. “Yunho!”

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he groaned, quickly sitting up. That action almost caused your heads to collide, but you were fast enough to get out of his way. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice raspy, laced with sleep.

“There’s someone at the door.” As if on cue, another knock echoed through the apartment. It was like Yunho never had fallen asleep, his eyes widened and he immediately stood up. “Please, be careful.” He held a slender finger in front of his lips to shush you as he walked to your front door.

Your friend looked through the peephole, scanning the person who stood in front of your door. He turned the lock on your door one time, making it able to open a gap but not all the way. “How can I help you, sir?” You stiffened as you heard that it was a man, a shudder running down your spine. You heard the stranger take a few steps back as you were hiding behind the door next to Yunho.

“Sorry, got the wrong door,” he apologized, shuffling from side to side.

“Who were you looking for, maybe I can help you,” Yunho offered, leaning on the wall next to the door. You noticed him glancing downward every now and then, as if he was scanning the stranger.

“(L/N) (Y/N),” your hand flew to your mouth as you heard him say your full name, surname included. Not many people knew your surname. “I believe she lives somewhere near, am I right?”

Yunho straightened, not daring to look behind the door to make it obvious that there was someone with him. “I don’t know anybody with that name, gotta disappoint you.” You heard the man hum in understanding, his feet dragging as he slowly walked away. Without warning, Yunho slammed the door shut and locked it, turning to you with concern in his eyes. “Were you expecting him, (Y/N)?” he asked, brows furrowing when you shook your head, no. No, you didn’t know that man, hell, you didn’t know any men except the ones from work. “Then why did he know your name?” he pried, stepping closer.

His questions made you tear up in realization that strange men knew you and knew where you lived. “I don’t know, Yun. No one, especially at two a.m in the fucking morning, comes and ring my doorbell,” you whispered shakily, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“That’s it, I’m calling the police.”

“So, this has been going on a few weeks?”

“One month, actually,” you corrected the officer, glancing at his small notebook as he scribbled down few informations.

“And you are saying that almost everyday you notice a weird man following you?”

“Yes, a few times there were cars, but I assumed that they were looking for something.” You felt your heart in your throat, the more the young officer wrote into his notebook, the more you doubted that they were going to help you. And you thought right.

“Ma’am, I’m really sorry to say this, but there’s nothing we can do to help. I need an actual assault report to be able to do something,” he said calmly, too calm for your liking.

You stiffened, inhaling sharply as you looked at the officer with furrowed brows. “There’s no way you are being serious right now,” you asked sharply, stepping forward, “you are here, telling me that they need to attack me for you to do something?” With clenched fists, you turned around and walked away. “Get out of my apartment,” you said, pointing to your front door.

With one last glance at Yunho, you went into your bedroom and locked the door behind you. You didn’t get a wink of sleep that night, Kitty kept meowing in front of your door. Normally you’d let her inside, but right now you couldn’t lock the poor cat inside the room with you. You weren’t mad at Yunho, you were mad at the situation and the way the police handled it, as if you were delusional. You had lost track of time until Yunho’s voice echoed through your apartment, “I’m going to work, (Y/N), see you later!”

Finally, you fell asleep, sleeping through half of the day until you woke up to get some stuff done. To get your mind off things, you decided to go on a walk at around six p.m. It was already starting to get dark, the air cold and gloomy. You calmly walked through the park, buying a hot chocolate from the small stand, sipping it as you sat in front of the small lake. You swung your feet back and forth as you sat there, time unknown to you. Before you knew it, the only sources of light were the poorly lit lamps and the moon. After finishing your hot chocolate, you walked back to your apartment, steps slow and steady.

You felt a sense of calm wash over you as the warmth of your apartment complex surrounded you, sighing into the warm air. Once you reached your door, your fished your keys out and unlocked it, smiling as the soft tune of Arctic Monkeys 505 was playing. But as realization hit, you stopped dead in your tracks. What in God’s name?

You took a cautious step forward, grabbing the long, metal shoe horn. You stopped behind the corner that led to your living room, praying internally that your cat accidentally pressed the radio, but when you heard a man clear his throat, your heart fell into your belly. Daring to peek around, you saw a broad man holding a cup in his hand, drinking from it. His back was turned to you as he looked out the large window.

“(Y/N)?” You gasped when he said your name, quickly covering your mouth with one hand. The stranger slowly turned around, meeting your eyes. It wasn’t just someone, it was Jongho, your patient Choi Jongho.

“Don’t,” you hissed sharply, pointing the shoe horn into direction, “stay where you are.” You felt your heart in your throat as you looked at Jongho. “It was all you, right? Psychopath,” your voice was shaky as you took slow steps backward. Jongho mirroring you by stepping forward. “Stay there!”

Your sudden screech made Jongho wince. “Look, (Y/N), I really mean no harm. But you have to come with me,” he said calmly. “I can explain everything once we are in my car.” Your jaw fell slack in shock, brows furrowed and hands tightening around your makeshift weapon that would probably do no harm to Jongho. “Put that shoe horn down, it’s making me nervous.”

His words pulled a scoff out of you, making you raise the shoe horn. “This is making you nervous? Well, fuck you, Choi Jongho, what do you think I feel like right now?” Suddenly Jongho grabbed the shoe horn and pulled it out of your grasp, his other hand covering your mouth. He let the metal rod fall and wrapped his arm around you, your scream muffled by his hand as you fought against him.

“Be quiet,” he said harshly, pulling you harder against him. “They’ll hear you,” he whispered, sighing as he felt you still in his hold. He slowly pulled you into your kitchen, pressing you against the wall and covering most of your body with his. “Promise me that you’ll trust me,” when he said that, Jongho had to close his eyes at the ridicule of the situation and his words. Your wide eyes and furrowed brows said everything he needed to know. “Got it, I understand it, but if you don’t then it might cost your life what’s about to happen,” he explained calmly, peeking around the corner into your hallway. “Please, (Y/N).”

“Jongho?” Someone called, the voice awfully familiar. “Jongho, are you here?” Heavy boots approached you two until a tall man entered the corner of your eyes, his form blurry due to the position you were in. “Oh—” was all he said. Jongho’s grip on your head softened a bit, making it easier for you to turn your head, and you wish you didn’t. “Hi, (Y/N),” Jeong Yunho, your co-worker Jeong Yunho, nurse Jeong Yunho.

You let out a loud scream, which was muffled by Jongho’s hand still, as you tried to thrash out of Jongho’s grip. “Guys?” A head of pink hair appeared, the guy from the ER who suddenly disappeared. What the fuck was going on?

“Look, (Y/N), I can explain everything if you come with us, please.” You shook your head like a small kid that had a tantrum, stomping, purposely aiming for Jongho’s feet. “Tell Seonghwa to get the car ready, we’ll have to take her as is.” Panic arose in your eyes as you trashed and kicked, Jongho dragging you out of your apartment and into the elevator. The ride downstairs was awfully quiet, only your heavy breathing could be heard with the occasional thuds of the elevator. Finally, the elevator doors slid open, Jongho pulling you with him as Yunho and San waited in front of the big SUV, the trunk open.

Realizing what is about to happen, you tried biting into Jongho’s hand but failed, a loud screech stuck in your throat as Jongho heaved you into the trunk and closed the door into your face. The rest of the men got in one by one, the car speeding off before anyone could buckle up.

“Let me out!” you yell as you bang against the window that was separating the trunk with the front. “Hey!” when realization hit, your voice cracked as a dry sob fell from your lips. Giving up, you laid down on the dusty mat and waited for the car to stop, which felt like eternity. Even through your exhausted haze, adrenaline was still high in your bloodstream. You fought against sleep as you looked out the window and noticed that they were taking you out of the city.

“Aren’t we a bit harsh on her?” Seonghwa’s question broke the silence in the car. Kitty was meowing in her transport box that laid between Yunho’s legs. “Like, Yunho, you could’ve explained everything to her instead of just taking her like this, this will probably leave her traumatized.”

“If you knew who came to her doorstep at two a.m. in the fucking morning, then you would too, try to get her into safety as soon as possible. And you, Jongho, I have to exchange quite a few words with you, once we arrive,” Yunho’s stern voice made Jongho sigh as he crossed his arms.

Falling asleep was what you were trying to avoid, but it happened nonetheless. You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but it was just enough for you to wake up when the car stopped moving. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” A cheerful voice pulled you out of your daze as the trunk opened, making you turn around and see the pink-haired man, San. “You slept a little too long for my liking, but at least you got some sleep,” he said as he stepped aside to let you get out on your own. You didn’t move, though, looking at him suspiciously, which he caught on. “I promise you, I won’t do anything. Yunho will show you your room,” he explained, holding his hands up to his temples.

With hesitant movements, you got out of the car and stood there until Yunho came. “Come with me, I’ll show your room and then I’ll explain everything to you.” The house was big, the first floor was the living area, then it had two more floors, which had four to five rooms each. “Big, isn’t it? Well, we are eight people here,” he chuckled at your expression. “Don’t worry, they are all nice,” he assured, opening the door to a room. It had a big window and right across the window was the bed, freshly made. You flinched softly when Yunho closed the door behind him, your eyes following his every movement. He signaled you to sit on one of the chairs next to the window, and he sat on the one right in front of you. “Look, this will be confusing and it’s also hard to tell you everything at once, but I want you to listen to me carefully,” he started explaining, starting from A through Z.

“So, I’m being targeted for helping Jongho?” You asked, brows furrowed. “And they think that I, a simple ER nurse, am your ‘private’ nurse?” He nodded. “What the fuck?”

“We are trying to get the target off your back, but it will take some time. You’ll have to call in sick.”

“Oh, Yunho, fuck you,” you exclaimed. “This is all happening at once. First you hide this second identity, then you kidnap me, and now you are telling me I can’t go to work? Am I supposed to stay here all the time while you and your mafia friends go get this damn target off my back, which by the way, your friend got onto me?”

Yunho’s lips were pulled into a tight line as he looked at you. He understood that you were mad, he understood that you were shaken up, but he couldn’t do anything but wait. “You won’t stay alone, you have Kitty and…” he trailed off, avoiding your eyes. “And Jongho.” At this you groaned loudly, letting your head fall into your hands.

Meow. “I know, Kitty, I don’t want to be here either.” You were rummaging through the drawers to see what type of clothes they had. Simple T-shirts, sweatpants, sweaters, and underwear. You sighed as you plopped down onto the bed, Kitty immediately climbing into your lap.

Yunho and the others were gone to talk to some strange men, while Jongho was left behind.

A sudden knock pulled you out of your thoughts, it could be no one other than Jongho. “Yes?” You didn’t bother standing up, Kitty on your lap as she purred.

“Can I come in?”

“No,” you declined bluntly, you heard the sigh he let out behind the door. “What do you want?” You weren’t hiding that you were annoyed by him, giving him the cold shoulder.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize,” he trailed off, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I didn’t realize that my behavior would’ve caused all of this and i feel bad about this.” After a beat of silence, Jongho heard your steps approach and as soon as you reached it, you pulled it open.

Jongho stood frozen in front of you as you pointed an accusing finger at his chest. “Because of you, I can’t even feel safe in my own home, and now i have to live with seven strangers, plus Yunho who hid everything from me, in one big ass house, and you all expect me to just sit idly in a corner and turn thumbs while i wait for you to lift that target off my back,” you finally breathed, your nostrils flared in anger as you glared at Jongho. His flustered state made you kind of feel bad for your outburst, but who were they to judge? All of them would’ve reacted the same. “I don’t know what you expect me to say to your apology, but I for sure do not accept it.”

The man was avoiding your eyes while you glared holes into his head. “If you need anything, just tell me, I’ll be downstairs.” With that he turned around and left, quickly walking down the stairs. You shut the door harshly, angry and annoyed by the situation.

After a few hours of straight boredom you dared to open your door and step outside, flinching at every little sound. Carefully, you walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen to grab yourself something to drink. “Do you need anything?” The sudden question made you flinch and whip your head around, eyes wide and hands pulled tightly against your chest. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Jongho chuckled. “I can cook you something, if you’re hungry?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

You eyed the fridge before you looked back at Jongho. “No, I’m fine,” you declined, walking around Jongho to go back to your room.

The man just sighed as he went back to the living room, waiting for his friends. It didn’t take long for them to arrive, though, bursting through the door. Everyone sat around Jongho, either throwing a leg over the other or simply laying on a couch. “It doesn’t look good,” Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Their boss is somewhere overseas, they won’t give us any form of contact,” he explained, looking at the rug beneath his feet.

Jongho felt bad, really bad. He threw this all on your shoulders just because he was scared of some needles, all the while he worked with weaponry goods day in and day out.

It’s been a couple of days since you started staying at their place, and to be honest, you started to quite like it, though you didn’t leave Yunho’s side.

Loud laughter echoed through the large dining room as you sat between Yunho and that one Mingi guy, who seemed to be best friends with Yunho. You were poking around the food on your plate, slowly chewing on what’s in your mouth, oblivious to Jongho’s stare. “Hey,” a voice cut through his thoughts, making him look to his side to see Wooyoung mischievously smile at him. “She’s cute, isn’t she,” he slurred, earning a glare from the younger. “Or you just feel really bad,” he whispered, his lips pulled into a pout, mocking his friend.

“Shut up,” Jongho hissed. Wooyoung just snickered, munching on his garlic bread.

“(Y/N),” Wooyoung called, looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Since when are you a nurse?” His question kind of threw you off guard, making your pinch your brows together slightly.

You quickly swallowed the bite of food you’ve been chewing for a disgustingly long amount of time before answering. “I graduated two years ago, so I am kind of fresh in the business.” You tried to keep your answers short as possible. Even though you’ve started to get used to the men, they were still strangers to you. So, keeping your distance was the best option. “I started working in pediatrics but that wasn’t for me, so I got myself transferred to the ER,” you added. Wooyoung let out a hum as he returned to his almost empty plate.

“And you like your job?”

“I do,” you answered truthfully, looking at Wooyoung with a confused gaze. After that, an uncomfortable silence took over the room, the clanging of metal against porcelain deafening. You continued eating silently.

A week went by with you ghosting around the house, getting familiar with your new surroundings. San’s sister, Yunjin, saw you one day and you never saw a stranger get so happy over your mere presence. She immediately had her arms around you, thanking the guys for having a girl over, finally. She was also a small shove in getting comfortable with the guys. She took you out, mostly with Jongho shadowing you two, to go out and eat, shopping, and whatnot.

One night when she was smearing an aloe-vera face mask on your damp skin, she made a comment that had your eyes rip open in an instant. “I think Jjongs is into you,” she blurted out, softly humming as she continued to spread the face mask on your face, as if she just didn’t say anything. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“No?” It came out as a question rather than a statement. You felt your heart in your throat, denying everything. But if you had to be honest, you did find him… attractive. Yunjin looked at you with knowing eyes, a smirk slowly curling on her lips. She was just like her brother. “Look, he’s basically a stranger to me. The longest conversation we had was when he had to get his stitches removed,” you explained, looking at Yunjin.

She finished spreading the mask and leaned back to lay down on your knee. You wiped her face with a wet towel before applying the mask on her face. “Don’t you see how he looks at you, that guy blushed when you smiled at him,” she giggled, “that guy never blushes.” Your heart leapt when she explained her observations. “He’s totally into you,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

And you were totally into him, but who were you to admit?

A sudden knock pulled you two out of your cute, little world. “(Y/N)?” It was Jongho. Yunjin shot you a knowing smirk before she called out to Jongho. “Can I talk to (Y/N) for a sec?” The girl stuck her tongue out to you before she opened the door, greeting Jongho with her signature cheshire smirk.

“I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

Jongho’s jaw clenched when he understood what she was insinuating. “It’s just a quick chat, dumbass,” he grumbled, turning back to you with tense shoulders and a strained smile. “Can I come in?” His question only earned a nod from you, following his movements with your gaze as he walked in and closed the door. He sat on your bed, looking anywhere but your face. A sudden warmth spread on your ears when you remembered that you still had that face mask on. “I just wanted to tell you that we kind of cleared your name, so the boss of the gang that was following you has dropped their target on you, but,” he trailed off. “It would still be kind of dangerous for you to go live on your own, though, the choice is yours. We just wanted to keep close contact in the meantime, but now you don’t have to fear for your life,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, I can go back to my apartment and work?” Your heart sank when Jongho sighed.

“We got you a new apartment, only your stuff has to be carried there.” You nodded, letting silence fall upon you two. “I- I’m sorry,” he whispered, finally looking into your eyes. “This was all my fault that I got you into this situation. I didn’t know they would take it this far.” His apology made your heart flutter, the ghost of a smile dancing on your lips. But all you could do was nod, pulling your lips into a tight line. “Then I’ll be going.”

“Stop apologizing,” you said, Jongho stopping in his movements, his fist tightened around the doorknob. “I kind of understand why you wanted to keep me close in the hospital, but I gotta be honest, I’m still confused about this whole situation. I am still mad at all of you, especially Yunho and you. But what happened, happened. We can’t reverse anything,” you smiled softly, the mask slowly cracking around your mouth and nose area. “But thank you for the effort.” Jongho nodded with a soft smile as he bid a goodnight and left, Yunjin coming in after him with a smirk on her face. “I don’t want to hear a single word.”

“You’re totally into her,” Wooyoung mumbled as he adjusted a few screws on his new gaming-chair. “The way you look at her when she talks to any of us,” he added, glancing at the younger. “And she’s oblivious to it all.”

Jongho sighed as he threw an arm over his face. “There’s no way,” he groaned. “She’s cute and I am attracted to her, but there’s nothing between us. Once she’s gone I won’t see her ever again,” his own words made his heart clench. But he barely knew you, and you kept avoiding him. “Plus, she was my nurse, isn’t that a bit unprofessional.” Jongho scrolled on his phone, a sudden slap on his shoulder startling him.

“Don’t say never,” Wooyoung said, pointing a finger at Jongho. “Like, why don’t you try it? Take her out for a coffee or a walk,” his friend suggested. Jongho thought about it, but there were too many odds, so he decided against it.

“I don’t want to involve her even more into this,” he said, looking at Wooyoung.

“Oh, fuck off, Jongho.”

The loud blaring of your alarm had you almost fall out of your bed, Kitty meowing on top of your back. Work. You got ready, your eyes still laced with sleep. Your steps were slow and heavy as you walked down the stairs to the front door. “I can drop you off,” a voice echoed from behind. Turning around, you saw Jongho with a soft smile on his face. “Your alarm woke me up too, so I thought why not drop you off,” he explained, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, grabbing your shoes to put them on. Jongho walked to one of the many cars in front of their house and unlocked one, an old-school Mercedes. He opened the door for you, his hand pointing at the seat.

“Thank you,” you smiled as you got into the car and buckled your seatbelt. Jongho closed your door and climbed into the driver’s side, buckled his own seatbelt and started the car. He put the car in reverse and started to pull out of the drive-way, one of his hands behind your seat to look through the rear window. Your eyes fell on the way his shirt strained against his arms and chest, your heart immediately skipping a few beats. But before Jongho could notice, you averted your gaze and watched straight ahead, a soft warmth spreading in your belly. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“For?” Jongho asked as he put the car in drive and drove down the road.

“That my alarm woke you up too,” you explained, looking at his side-profile. “Wasn’t my intention.”

His chuckle made you clench your jaw, the deep rumble in his chest reverberating through the car. “My alarm would’ve gone off ten minutes after yours, so don’t worry about that. And,” he trailed off, a second of silence falling upon you two. “I wouldn’t have been able to drive you to your workplace,” he looked at you shortly, his lips pulled into a wide smile. You involuntarily smiled to yourself, a flush visible on your cheeks as you let yourself relax into the warm leather seat.

There was a comfortable silence between you two, the soft rumble of the exhaust lulling you into a state of relaxation. Once you left the fields, you entered the city side, more cars and commotion on the streets. And in no time, Jongho was in front of the hospital you worked at. “Have a nice day, and make sure to call me before you clock out. I’ll pick you up and then I can drive you to your new place,” he said, reaching over to the glove compartment. A shiver ran down your spine when his hand made contact with your knee, softly pulling away. “Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at you. As if lost in a daze, your eyes stayed fixed on his as he looked through the glove compartment. “Here,” he pressed a card into your hand, it had his number on it. “Then I’ll see you tonight.”

Time just didn’t seem to pass as you sat in the ER, your leg bouncing up and down constantly. “What’s gotten you so worked up?” Eric’s question made you turn to him with a pout.

“I think I have a crush on this guy.” Your answer made Eric gasp and sit down next to you, both of his hands grabbing yours, urging you to explain everything. And you did. Well, not everything, but some parts. Eric told you he’d crush Jongho’s balls if he even dared to hurt your feelings, which you promised him you’d tell him if something like that happens. “Yeah, and he’s picking me up today,” you giggled.

“Ooh, I wanna see him!”

A loud yawn dragged out of your lungs as you walked out of the hospital, your eyes droopy and heavy. As you walked, a car halted in front of you, the window lowering itself and revealing Jongho. “Get in, Miss-Patients-Favorite!” You smiled at the nickname, bidding Eric a goodnight before you walked around the car to the passenger seat.

Eric just stood there dumbfounded, mumbling a ‘traitor’ under his breath.

“Hi,” you greeted, all exhaustion drained from your eyes. Jongho smiled at you as he drove off, leaving Eric behind.

“How was your day?” He asked, eyes fixed on the road in front of him as he listened. You told him everything about your day, his small comments here and there showing you that he was listening. And when you were done, he turned to you as you reached a red light “Want some ice-cream?” He asked, adding, “I know a pretty good place around here.” When you nodded, he took off once the ligjt turned green. “Then let’s eat some ice-cream.”

You watched the cars drive by as you and Jongho sat on a bench, each of you with a cone of ice-cream. The weather was hot, perspiration on both of your foreheads. While you were concentrating on one side of the cone, you didn’t notice the ice-cream melting on the other side. You softly flinched when you felt Jongho’s hand wrap a handkerchief around your hand, his palm pressed against yours. A huff left your lips as you smiled sheepishly, “I’m messy when I eat ice-cream.” This made Jongho blush, the color moving from his ears to his cheeks.

“I noticed that much,” he chuckled. But a moment later his smile fell from his face. “Let’s eat up and then I’ll show you your new apartment.”

The ride to your new place was silent, both of you in your own thoughts. You knew that you wouldn’t see them as much as you did, hell, you lived with them. But it was fun, especially with Yunjin. You noticed that your apartment was quite near their place, just where the fields begin. It was still near your workplace, though, that you were glad for. The car halted in front of a new looking complex, your eyes widened in awe. “That looks expensive,” you mumbled, earning a chuckle from Jongho. When you got out of his car, you were met with the other guys, each of them heaving as they went down the stairs. “You look… exhausted,” you deadpan, all of them laughing.

A look of disgust took over your expression when Yunho draped a heavy arm on your shoulder. “Well, you’ll see why we are exhausted.” With that, he dragged you along. You looked over your shoulder, meeting Jongho’s eyes, which didn’t last long until Yunho pulled you into the apartment. “Are you ready,” he dragged the words with a sense of excitement that had you beaming involuntarily. Once Yunho opened the front door, your smile fell from your features, awe just spilling from your eyes.

Everything was new. It was the update you needed. “Yunho,” you whispered, your steps echoing through the rooms, the smell of new just wafting through the air. “This is too much,” you turned to Yunho, but instead of him, Jongho was leaning against the door with a smile on his face. “This was you?” You asked, your heart dropping when he nodded. “How can I repay you?”

Jongho pushed off the wall and walked towards you. “This is my apology for everything I caused you,” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because I was too scared of a few needles.” His answer made you chuckle as you walked towards him. His gaze followed your movements and once you stood right in front of him, he raised his brows in curiosity. Suddenly you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried in his chest. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, running a hand over your back.

You pulled away to plant a kiss on his cheek, warmth spreading through your body. “Let’s go for an iced americano, yeah?”

“I’d very much like that.”

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Helloooo welcome, call me Decade or Impostor or just about anything you want! This blog is for a Ask Goldie Anything au I've been working on ever since I found the now discontinued comic back in 2019!

I have ADHD and multiple other projects, so if I'm quiet for a bit feel free to poke me because I probably just forgot to update the blog. I also have a tendency to over-explain, so if you have trouble with reading long blocks of text then the colored text is there to highlight the important stuff! I believe you can only read the colored text and still understand the post, if I did it correctly. I'm sorry for people that struggle to read with colored text, but uh, I'm sure this paragraph alone shows how much I yap vs how much information is useful - it's kinda necessary. Alt descriptions of images are also available for all of the important posts, usually with some side notes about making said drawing or giving some context.

dms and asks are always open! This au only relies on asks about 30% of the time, but I'll always answer asks 100% of time (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) that number will change as we get further into the story, mostly the introductory act and the last act is gonna need asks, as well as asks in-between each act to pass in universe time :]

In order to hold myself accountable and actually keep. Working on this thing, as well as to let everyone know I'm not dead, where am I currently in making this au?

Plot: it's been complete for 2 or 3 years and atp im making DLC for it whenever im bored, right now I'm aiming to complete the story with 4 - 6 Acts (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Timeline of said plot: it's roughly laid out, and I'm currently working on fixing any plot holes [since originally this au was more like 14-17 segmented scenarios I've stitched together]

The actual comic: I'm currently working on the first comic pages! I'm also working on the cover art for each act, and after the first page is posted I'll work on asks (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

More info below!

What is this au about you may ask, so far I've said nothing about it you say? basically I looked at aga, and then looked at actual FNaF lore with the crying child and Cassidy possessing golden Freddy and decided the more ghosts the merrier. When Evan died, he started possessing Goldie, and gave him the ability to float, teleport, etc. Goldie can also exit the suit and be a ghost at any time, but he tends to stay inside unless he needs to be alone or do something that Evan can't.

If you send me any asks that are non-canon or spoilery, I'll just redirect you to my main account @impostorsshow and answer it there anyway. No asks will go unanswered [like said dlc I mentioned (⁠?⁠・⁠・⁠)⁠σ I might post about said non-canon stuff unprompted since I like my phasmophobia and shadow Bonnie au alot] Also I just like yapping so if you go to #fnaf ranch dip on my main account, you can find some old posts about this au (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)

Every time I edit this post I try to trim it down and make it less wordy and fail horribly. It'll get better one day. Maybe. Anyway here's some extra stuff <3

Bonnie: why does he always do weird stuff....

[gay4harm]

Pick a side

Paring: Shuri x Riri x Reader

Warning: None really except implied smut, makeout session, reader in a theater nerd, I think das it

A/N: Soo I know I'm supposed to be working on Who is she? but this was just stuck in my head and I had to get the idea out. This will have multiple parts to it. Lmk if you guys want more of it. (This is kinda proofread)

Shuri and Riri were known for being very competitive. They'd see who could finish certain projects first or silly things like seeing who could finish eating first, but most of all they loved seeing who could get the girl first.

Who could fuck her before the other but in the end it always ended with both of them fucking some random and them leaving right after.

This whole thing was Shuri's idea, after losing her family she had developed a few bad habits, she'd drink, party and sleep with women, the ones who would be willing to hookup with no strings attached.

Riri saw this and although she was a bit worried she knew Shuri was a big girl and even when Riri said anything shuri would just shut it down, so the only thing Riri could do was try and be there just in case something happened.

So this is how they got in this predicament, one of their friends telling them everythig he knew about you which was. "Yeah nah thats Y/N, she bad as hell ain't she?"

Riri and shuri nodded as they observed you with your tight black dress on, hair pulled back in a ponytail showing off your black smokey eye makeup and glossed, plump, dark red colored lips, shuri wandered what they would feel like wrapped around her strap and Riri noticed how familiar you looked, like she had met you from before.

Their friend spoke up again. "I tried to get with her last semester but she was playing all hard to get and shii"

"did you ever get with her?" Riri asked. "Nah she real stuck up, acting like she better than everyone."

That's just what Shuri wanted; someone she could breakdown, a real challenge.

"How much you want to bet I could hit that?" Riri looked at Shuri offended as she let a soft scoff fall from her lips. "Nigga you couldn't bag a bitch as bad as her"

"Oh you think I can't?"

"Nigga I know you can't"

"Oh well that sounds like a challenge, two weeks, who ever sleeps with her first wins. Deal?" Shuri stuck her hand out ready to make the deal as Riri hesitantly took Shuri's hand firmly and shook it. "Deal"

Just as Riri let go of shuri's hand she got up and walked over to you who was leaning on a kitchen counter with a cup in hand.

"Hey how you doing pretty?"

"Oh hi" Riri was surprised at your voice; small, southern with a bit of sultriness to it, she would have never expected you to sound as you did. Your resting bitch face gave off the impression that your voice would sound smokey, low and honestly she thought you would be a bit bitchy, as in you would try and dismiss her for coming up to you. She didn't expect you to sound sweet like honey or for when she came over your eyes lit up as if you had been waiting for this moment.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry I just- I didn't expect you to sound like that" You giggle slightly at her words before responding. "Its fine, you would be surprised at how much people say that"

"Uh, I'm Riri, it's nice to meet you" Riri stuck her hand out and you took it, a bit taken aback at how her hands had a slight roughness to them while yours were soft and well moisturized. "I know who you are Riri." Riri furrowed her eyebrows confused at how you knew her, maybe it was just from around school. You noticed her confusion and gave her the same look with your head tilted, did she really not remember you? "We live across from each other.... we're in the same study group" You could tell when the realization hit Riri, what looked like disappointment flashed across her face. "Shit I'm sorry, I knew you looked familiar, I just forgot where"

"Its fine, I've been told I have a very forgettable face." Riri didn't laugh at first and instead looked apologetic but you were just joking of course. You knew Riri had a busy life, not only did she barely come to the study group you guys were in, you two hadn't crossed paths that many time and if you did it was a quick glance and small smile that usually occurred, never going as far as talking.

"Its ok you can laugh, its supposed to be funny" Riri's face was wiped of any uncertainty and instead you two shared the same sheepish chuckle not being able to look each other in the eye.

Its not that it was awkward or anything

you didn't know what it was, well you knew what it was for you. You were a bit nervous, you've had the biggest crush on Riri and honestly you were horrible at flirting, especially when you were put on the spot like this. If it was someone else than you would have been a bit more confident but this was Riri. Someone you were completely head over for. The whole party scene wasn't something you were used to nor was the dress and makeup, it was all a product of your friend Kourtney who had basically dragged you here, at first you were a bit upset but now you were glad you came.

"So uh... you wanna dance?" You looked up from your cup a bit surprised at Riri's question but before you could answer she grabbed your hand and led you to the center of the room where other sweaty bodies were grinding on each other to fast pace songs, that was until a slower song began to play. (play the song bookie)

As the song started you look around to see people grinding on each other in sinful ways, slow dancing or for the people who didn't have anyone to dance with they sat and watch waiting for the next fast paced song to play. Riri began to slowly sway to the music as you stood awkwardly, her hand snaked around your waist pulling you close, you tensed up in response not used to something like this

Riri noticed how uncomfortable you seemed and leaned into your ear, her warm breath making you shiver. "I don't bite, you know" You lean in to hear her better. "I said I don't bite, not unless you want me to" You smile softly at her as she turns you so now your back is pressed against her front with your ass on her crotch.

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

You begin to move slightly on Riri, unsure of what you were doing

This wasn't exactly your scene.

You were use to singing and dancing during rehearsals, in between work and classes not partying, it wasn't how you were. Being good looking attracted people but you never really gave them the time of day especially when you could tell they only wanted one thing. So you didn't know why you were here, grinding on Riri Williams to a Chris Brown song but you were and it was the best thing ever.

You began to move more fluently with Riri's hands on your hips guiding you.

You know I won't stop 'til I feel it overflowin'

Tell me, tell me, baby, would you mind

If I just jump right in and take the dive? ('Cause I)

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah (Woah)

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

I ain't runnin'

Keep it comin'

'Til I'm covered, baby

Covered in you

You know when we're through Until I'm covered in you

You had fully went loose, slowly grinding and swaying to the music with Riri behind you, kissing on your neck setting off a fire in you, her lips on you felt so good, so right, like they were made for you.

"You wanna go upstairs ma?" You thought about her question at first, not sure if you should go but then you thought about the way she felt and her lips and their softness, you thought about how much you liked having her hands on you and how you needed them everywhere.

So your reply was obvious as you turned to face her. "I would love to"

She takes your hand, moving through the sea of bodies, as you guys go up the stairs and in one of the unoccupied rooms she sits you down on the edge of the bed with her on the other side of you. No words are passed between the two of you until Riri speaks up. "You ok? You seem a little nervous." You look up at her knowing that she was right, you were nervous. Once again this wasn't something you were used to, you had only ever been with one other person and they were the reason why you were the way you were, shy and reserved, and to some people boring and stuck up.

"Yeah I'm cool just a little nervous"

"There ain't nothing to be nervous about, I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna make you feel good." Riri grabs your chin making you look at her. She pulls you closer until your lips are just barely touching, not wanting to wait anymore you capture your lips on hers.

They were just as you expected, soft, supple and honestly to you it appeared that she might have more than enough experience with this.

At first it started off with sweet small pecks that turned into something heated, Riri let go enough to bit your bottom lip making your mouth go ajar, she took the opportunity to slid her tongue in your mouth.

She gets a hold of your jaw making you tilt your head up to deepen the kiss, the taste of her cherry lip balm swarmed in your mouth making its way into your mind savoring the flavor, her flavor, her scent, the way her hand traveled up and down your body until it stopped to take hold of your breast with one gentle squeeze.

She was so addicting, everything else was wiped from your mind except the feeling of Riri, you wondered if you went through her mind just as she did with yours.

So when Riri pulled away you were confused, that was until you realized someone had been knocking on the door. She yelled out hoping the mystery person would leave.

"Yo its occupied." She turned back to you to resume your little makeout session but before she could a few more knocks and a voice cut it off. "It me Riri, we gotta go, some business to take care of." Riri got up clearly annoyed, she swung the door open coming face to face with Shuri who had a sly smirk on her face.

"Can't you go handle it yourself, I'm kinda in the middle of something." They both look back at you as you spoke up. "No I mean it's fine, you should go take care of your business, I should get going anyway my friends probably wondering where I went."

You got up heading toward the door but just as your about to walk out Riri grabs your arm. "Before you go let me get cha number, you know so we can finish what we started." She pulls her phone out so you can put your number in and you take it ready to do so. After you left, pushing pass Shuri and into the crowd.

"What the fuck, why would you do that?"

Shuri looks at Riri amused

"Do what?"

You see Kourtney walking up to her, she looks relieved as she grabs you by your shoulders. "God where have you been? I've been looking all over for you." You didn't reply. What would you have said, 'I was upstairs with Riri Williams about to sleep with her until Shuri Udaka, the queen on wakanda decided to interrupt'

There was to much to explain and you were not in the right mind set to explain it. "Can we just go? I don't want to be here anymore" Kourtney looked confused as you pulled her towards the door. "But what-"

"I'll explain later" You both get in the car, driving off to your apartment.

You had lived in a apartment with two of your best friends, Gina and Kourtney. They were your best friends since high school along with Ashlyn of course. You all had decided to go to MIT together which was the best decision ever made. You were here with your three best friends and it made you feel at home, they were like your sisters.

As you got back to your shared apartment, there sat Gina and Ashlyn waiting on the both of you. "Hey, how was the party?" Gina asked from the couch. "Hey, yeah it was cool" You replied as you walked into your bedroom. "Um are we gonna forget about earlier? You forgot to tell me what happened" Kourtney shouted out.

"I didn't forget I'm just- you know... coming down from it"

"Wait coming back from what? What happened?" Ashlyn asked confused just as everyone else. You walk out, now in sweatpants and a tank top. As you do you blurt out. "I almost had sex with Riri Williams"

Everyone turns to stared at you, stunned by your words.

"You did what?"

"It just kind of happened, we didn't get that far"

"Well what stopped you?" Kourtney scooted closer to you, waiting for an answer. "Someone was knocking on the door and it turned out to be Shuri Udaka as in Wakandan royalty."

"Wait you said Shuri Udaka as in like the queen on Wakanda?" You shake your head at Gina's question. "Girl did you not know their dating?" Your eyes widen and your mouth parts to show your shock

"Are you serious!?" Many things were swarming through your head.

Why would Riri try and cheat on Shuri with you at the same party Shuri was at?

Why was Shuri so calm when Riri opens the door and why didn't she say anything?

Was she planning on getting back at both you and Riri later?

Or did she just not care?

Was this a part of some type of game or prank?

Did Riri actually like you?

"Look I doubt anything's going to happen, right?" You look up at Ashlyn as you could tell her voice was laced with false hope. You gave her a weak smile, got up, said your goodbyes and walked back to your room hoping to forget everything that happened.

You woke up, had forgotten about the events that occured last night. Instead you got out of bed, ate breakfast and just as you were about to get ready for the day someone knocked on the door.

Gina was the first to answer it while you began to pick out your outfit for the day.

You began to notice that you hadn't heard the door close but you had heard it open, so you walk out to see it anything had happened.

You had imagined that maybe it was the RA or an old friend so you walk out not expecting much.

But as to what was happening at the front door, it was actually something a lot different.

"Is Y/N here?"

"Um no... no she is not"

"Well do you know when she'll be home or at least where she'll be?"

Just as Gina was about to answer, you walked in

"Gigi who's at the door?" You stop in your tracks to see Shuri, sporting a black tracksuit with her signature black shades. You'd be lying if you said she didn't look good.

Both Gina and Shuri look at you and as they do the events of last night are flooded back in your mind.

"Y/N, do you mind if I talk to you?"

"Uhh yeah of course come in."

Shuri steps pass Gina as she closes the door. Gina walks back to her room hoping to forget all this happened.

As soon as she leaves you speak up. "Ok look if your here to like kill me or something then you should know I didn't even know you and Riri were in a relationship. If I did then I would have never-"

"You think I came here to hurt you for kissing my girlfriend?" Pure confusion was laced over Shuri's face. "Well I mean I would, or at least I'd be pretty upset, but you don't seem upset at all actually."

"Well that is because I'm not." Now instead of Shuri being confused you were.

"Ok so your not mad?"

"Not at all, in fact I'd love it if you were to join me at a party next week"

"Um I'm actually not very fond of parties"

"Well maybe we could grab a drink... at my place"

"You want to hang out at your place?" Shuri gives you a simple shake of her head. You think about it at first and there's only one clear answer.

"That sounds lovely Shuri but I'm gonna have to decline."

Shuri was filled with shock at your decline, this hadn't ever really happened before. Of course there were people who would say no for the fun of it but with you it seemed like you were completely uninterested.

"Ok well are you sure?"

"Positive, now if there isn't anything else you'd like to talk to me about then I suggest you leave."

You walk her out, closing the door as you head to get ready for your day.

While you put the final touches on your outfit and finish up your look, your phone goes off.

You look to see a unknown number but as you read the message you find out to see its Riri texting you a simple good morning text followed by 'how'd you sleep?'

You smile with the thought that Riri might have actually been thinking about you.

You text back with a good morning to start off, ending with 'I slept well, hbu?'

after that the two of you talked the whole day even when you two saw each other in a few classes. The day ended too soon and the only thing you could think about as you walked back to your dorm was how you couldn't wait to see her again.

The same thing went through Riri's head, she actually enjoyed talking to you. You weren't like the other brainless girls she normally spoke to.

She knew this would have to end soon but did it really?

A/N: She's finally done girly pop

It's actually crazy because I have so many other fics I need to finish and start but I had to feed the Shuriri x reader girlie cause I myself am one.

Anywayssss I hope you guys enjoyed this and please remember that I love when you guys tell me how you feel about it so please do.

[plushieclan]

Grangeclan’s tale: Ash rises, fire falls

<< Return to Moon 13 interlude

TW: Cat death, Kit death

“Got you!”

Stagpaw’s wild cries of joy echoed across camp.

Flyheart whirled around, snow dripping off her face. She laughs with reckless abandon.

“You’re on, pint-size!”

Firefall and Havenclaw, who were watching from the sidelines, laughed.

“It’s good to see camp in such good spirits!” Havenclaw remarked.

Firefall agreed. With everything Grangeclan had been dealing with, it was nice to see everyone goofing off. Several of the other apprentices and warriors had joined in on the snowball fight.

Firefall and Havenclaw were helping with the new net project. To protect from hawks, Finchstar had tasked many of the warriors to create a large net to be fastened over the camp. They had traded with the Wanderers to get more of the thick Stiffnet that surrounded the camp. Currently, they were weaving rope to prepare for attachment

“I almost want to join!” Firefall laughed. Havenclaw shook his head.

“We’ve got work to do, Fire. Don’t forget that.”

“Yeah, I know…”

Suddenly, Firefall noticed a black cat slink out of the Mediator’s den. She hid herself behind Havenclaw.

Havenclaw tensed up. “Ashrise?” he asked.

Firefall nodded.

“Well, you better not hide behind me… you know I’m smaller than you.”

She wanted to retort, but the proof of his statement came when the black tom noticed her immediately.

“I need to run.” her fluff rounded out in fear.

You need to confront him eventually, her mind said to her.

Well, today was not that day.

She abandoned her post, jumping down and into the warrior’s den below. She weaved between sleeping cats until she found herself at the darkest corner. There, she sighed in relief.

“Firefall…”

She jumped at the noise. It was Dovelight.

“Oh, s-sorry Dovelight! I uh…”

She looked disappointed. “What reason could you possibly have for leaving your work? You volunteered to help out.”

“Oh, uh…” she wracked her brain for an excuse. “I was uh, cold. Just taking a brief break.”

Dovelight shook her head. “No, that won’t do. This is the sixth incident this moon. Come with me.”

—

The den she found herself in was small and unfamiliar. In front of her sat Finchstar, who had an unamused look on his face. To his sides were Dovelight and Ashrise. Firefall made a conscious effort not to look at him.

“So, my deputy tells me this is the sixth time this moon you’ve abandoned this project.” Finchstar sighed.

“Yes, I know—“ she started.

“No, I don’t think you do.” he interrupted. “This project might be what finally ends hawk attacks in camp and it’s been delayed multiple times because of you!”

“Look— ugh, why is he here?!” she pointed to Ashrise. “He’s got nothing to do with this!”

“That tom is your advocate, you mousebrain!” Finchstar slammed his paw on the ground. “He’s here to make sure my frustration at your actions doesn’t make my judgement more severe than it should be.” He looked over at Ashrise.

“Finch… I know why she’s been doing it. It’s to avoid me.” Ashrise spoke. “I don’t think she should have any punishment. It wouldn’t fix the core issue.”

“Perhaps we should just keep the two of you in a room together as punishment and finally resolve this then.” Dovelight said, an annoyed expression on her face.

Finchstar nodded. “I agree. Firefall, as punishment for skipping your duties, you must stay here with Ashrise to talk out whatever your issue with him is.”

Firefall was flabbergasted. “Wait—but— this is a personal matter between us! It has nothing to do with either of you!”

“Ashrise, do you have any objections?”

He thought for a moment.

“While I would have rather spoken to her on her own terms… I will accept this punishment for this warrior.”

Finchstar nodded. “Alright. This meeting is adjourned. You two must stay and talk. Dovelight, guard the den entrance.”

With that, the two cats padded out of the room.

Ashrise stood across the room from her. She pointedly turned away from him.

“Firefall… I’m sorry for being so distant, and not telling you about our familial connection earlier.” he started.

“This… whole thing has turned my life upside down.” she spat. “Every single older clanmates has taken to treating me like a disease for something I know nothing about. So unless you plan on telling me whatever this thing was, I don’t want to talk.”

“I… you’re putting me in a very difficult position.” his voice shook. “Even after so many tens of moons, it’s still raw. I still suffer from the guilt and grief of that situation…”

“Then what are we even doing here?!” She snapped, turning to face him. “I tried to have a relationship with you, but you keep pushing me away. And when I try to understand why, you just spout that horse dung about how you’re still too hurt about whatever it is! I’m a lake-damned victim of it too, you know! So if you’re not going to finally tell me what the depths killed me, you might as well just leave for Swampclan! At least I would be more comfortable in my own clan if you did that!”

She panted, spit dribbling from her lips. She hadn’t expected it all to come out like that… but it needed to. Ashrise looked like someone had just trodden all over his flowers.

“Say something.” she hissed.

“I’m… sorry, Firefall.” he said, his voice as faint as a summer’s breeze. “I’ve been a bad father. I… should tell you about it. You… deserve to know that much.”

Her eyes widen. “Finally. Yes, tell me! What happened to me?!”

He took a breath. “Her name… was Rosethorn. I met her after I almost died from a bad bout of whitecough.”

—

“You’re not actually sick.” the cleric stated with her familiar no-nonsense tone.

“I wanted to see you again.” Ashrise stated. “I mean, you’ve captured my world!”

She looked at him for a while, before looking away. “Alright. We can… try something.”

—

He chuckled. “I used to visit her every day. Eventually, we went from just trying it out to full mates, and then…”

—

“What should we name them?” Ashrise asked.

Rosethorn looked at the three bundles with the most expression he’d ever seen on her face.

She pointed to the tortoiseshell molly, with a white blotch that looked like a moth’s wings. “What about Mothkit?”

“I like that one.” Ashrise smiled, then looked at the black tom with his spiky fur. “How about Stemkit for this one?”

She nodded. “He looks a lot like you, Ashy. Only fair you get to name him.”

Ashrise cupped the little red one, the smallest and last of the kits.

“Then you should name this one.”

She thought for a moment.

“How about… Emeraldkit?”

—

“I was… so happy when you and your littermates were born.” Ashrise smiled sadly, looking at Firefall. “But… I only got a few short moons with you.”

—

“Daddy!” Mothkit tackled Ashrise where he sat in the cleric den, while the other two ran after her.

“Kits, leave this den.” Rosethorn shooed them away. “Your father is sick. He needs to heal.”

“I’ll get them out of here, Rose.” Ashrise said, before coughing.

She paused, before turning away. “Please, Ashy. That would be great. I couldn’t bear if they caught your sickness.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, he whispered to the kits.

“Here, have some of my mouse.”

The three kits excitedly took a few bites, eager to have some of the food their mother wouldn’t let them have. Then, they scampered off, not wanting to be chastised by Rosethorn.

—

Ashrise could barely move. He saw Rosethorn, just out of reach. He attempted to reach out.

“Rose… h-help me…”

She looked at him, and spoke with her usual sweet voice. “You know I can’t, Ashy. I’ll get Flypaw.”

“Rose…!” he croaked.

“Rosethorn!” Flypaw yelled. “The kits! There’s… they’ve gotten sick as well!”

Rosethorn looked horrified. “That’s not… No!” She ran to out of the den.

Ashrise could only watch.

—

Rosethorn sat next to Ashrise’s sick body, her face hollow. “This is your fault. You’ve killed them with your negligence, Ashy.”

“Rose…” he pulled himself up, though he was still tired. He reached an arm out to her.

She turned away.

“I’m going to bring Dovekit and Pearlkit here. Keep them in the den, alright Ashy? Don’t make any more mistakes.”

—

Ashrise stopped with his story, overwhelmed with emotion.

“I should have realized what she was about to do… why she would bring our adopted kits into the den with me. I should have stopped her!”

He took a breath, and continued.

—

Ashrise had waited for Rosethorn long enough. He walked out of the cleric den. In the clearing, most of the warriors were gathered around the nursery.

“What’s going on?” he asked one of his clanmates.

“It’s… I… I can’t even describe it!” she responded.

He pushed his way through the crowd, coughing. Was Rosethorn in trouble?

He saw her standing at the front of the crowd.

“It’s a tragedy.” she mewed, her voice filled with mock sadness. “To think… one bad mouse…!”

Ashrise looked at her, and realized.

“Rosethorn… what did you do?!”

—

Finchstar looked at Rosethorn in anger.

“For the crime of poisoning five kits… and one nursing queen… you will be executed and buried in the Depths. May you never harm anyone else again.”

Rosethorn screamed. “You can’t! My kits… I have to join them in Starclan!”

“You should have thought of that before taking everyone else’s kits away.” Finchstar spat.

“I… I won’t die like this!”

Ashrise watched from the cleric den. Dovekit and Pearlkit were in his arms. He could feel both of them crying.

—

Firefall looked at him in horror.

“That’s why… Rose is a frowned upon prefix.” he explained. “Why every older cat seems to be uncomfortable around you. It… brings back bad memories.”

“I… can’t believe anyone would do that…”

He looked away. “I still can’t… understand what happened. And it’s hard to think about.”

He turned back to his daughter. “I still see parts of her when I look at you. And it scares me. I shouldn’t… no, I can’t be afraid when I’m around you. But… it’s a reflex I can’t control.”

Firefall didn’t know what to say. “Well… I assure you… I’m not her. I’m not even close to her. But… I can keep avoiding you if that’s what you want.”

“No!” Ashrise said. “That’s the opposite of what I want! I do want to have a relationship with you. It’s just… going to be difficult for me. I want your patience.”

Firefall took a moment, before considering.

“Alright. But if I feel uncomfortable, I want to be able to leave.”

He nodded. “I will respect that. In the meantime, I’ll do my best to stop the older cats from judging you. If you chose so, I promise I’ll join Swampclan and leave you to be.”

She laughed. “Thanks… dad.”

He smiled back at her. “Of course, Firefall.”

[dynamic-k]

hi i unfortunately lost my question list in all the tissue and random paper from doodling in online lessons-

NOOOOOO

devastated rn

wait i didnt know tumblr dark mode existed

wot it took moving an entire country away for dis??? /j /silly /not-srs

Okayyyyyyyyy... This is for Super Sticks by the way!

Would Purple be able to fly from tech or powers? If tech, would it be from King or RGBY?

but also i thought all of RGBY were going to be able to fly????

Would RGBY have similar fighting styles like in AVM?

Like- would Green use the fishing rod and tend to move around in battle a lot? Would Red use his animals?? WAIT THE BEE CREEPER- ...seconds eel???? sorry im still holding onto that idea i will sell my soul for it- Would Blue continue chugging drugs? ...does Yellow get a staff?

Hold up does King even make his staff?

I'm going to say that's enough questions for today :D

Forgot to mention, I'm back i guess. So uh- Hello! havent been here for a while ;-;

Have a great week in case I dont ask another question in that time!

-R

NOOOO THE LOST NOTESSS :O U n U I despise it so much when that happens siergwgjwjeoqele

..EHEHEHHEHEHHHEHEHEH "Dark" mode-

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You have an incredible tendency to ask just the right questions at the right time, right at the moment I happen to be thinking and brainrotting about it- XD

Alright- So-

Since I did kinda already share --in that other post-- a light basis of what the CG in Super Sticks would be able to do, you know... I might as well elaborate a bit, yeah? XD

Top secret paper, there you go, have fun reading through the blur.

okay okay

I'm not thaaatt mean- XD

I know what is written there and I'm still having difficulty- XD

[I can catch "All have wings", and everyone's names..]

Anyway- Uhmmm

Blue gets illusionary tech [hologram projection stuff, teehee] and leaping armor to jump significantly higher and farther than normal. [+wings]

Red gets flash teleporting; armor that temporarily can alter his very code to move it short distances away, and multiple burst teleports can be done in short succession of each other. Plus extra strength in the form of power punching armor-ey gloves. [+wings] (He does get ahold of dizzy suppressants later to aid with the occasional nausea side effects).

Yellow gets hard light properties: Can create hover platforms, a sword, shielding, and hard light ammo that he can fling fast and far distances. It requires a very powerful source of energy to function, which ends up being a gem in a garage sale that will be found and utilized at one point in the near future. It looked like a lamp decoration jewel and was sold cheaply. Yellow also gets cool googles with many different functions. [+wings]

Green gets durable, very long, coils of string stored in dual arm guns. There are capped sticky ends so when he shoots the string out, the rounded end will catch ahold of a surface and like a grappling hook he can climb and latch onto things. He also gets coded blades on the same arm guns. He cannot use the shooting string and the blade at the same time, they are only interchangeable since both are stored and swappable in the same gun. He may use one gun for shooting string and the other to hold a blade, however. [+wings]

The entire point was to give each quadruplet a main weapon, obviously a set of wings, and then a backup mode of transportation as a fail-safe in case there is wing malfunctions or failures.

These powers may be altered slightly as I get closer to the point of the plot where it is officially stated and explained..? Perhaps? But this is what I have come up with for now. :D

I also want to play on the Team Effort part of the Color Gang's journey in putting together their upgrade costumes.

Blue in his mini-bedroom laboratory, crafting dizzy suppressants for Red. Someone besides Yellow locating that garage sale gem that powers the hard light tech.

Everyone gets a major opportunity to assist in the full-scale construction of their hero-ing equipment.

It's not all just "Yellow builds everything and his siblings kinda assist him", no. They really work together to bring Second's birthday gift to its completion.

I can't share everything that happens, but this is where you can expect the story to go. :D

Now Purple-y Wurple-y over here, is gonna be a surprise. >:3

You needa wait and see until I get there in the plotline, before you know all of what he can do. U v U

I will say that it is King's tech, though. :D [Purple, much like the CG, does not retain any legit genetic superpowers and instead has upgrades to rely on]

Honestly, it is really funny you mentioned Green and his fishing rod when I have string shooters for his upgrades- XD

Red would NOT use his multitudes of cute, little, fragile animals, for fear of them getting hurt- :O

No Beeper. [The collective fandom name for Bee-Creeper]

There is no eel YET, but there may be, I have not decided.

XD With how excited and attached you are to the eel, I just might I just might- Honestly it'd be so cute for Second to end up with an eel pet~

Blue will indeed enjoy his bitter fungus several times over in the future, if naught but for the comedics~ It's not drug-like or alcoholic in my AU, though. Just tastes bad to most sticks.

There will be no staffs. Not for Yellow, nor for King.

:D You also have a great day!

You've already made mine epic with your ask! :3

[ladylooch]

Something angst ? What about the first big fight with miles ?

-👢

The margarita in my hand tastes incredible after a long day at work. I’m with my co-worker, Jen, sharing in a moment of celebration after completing a big, 6 month long project. 

“To us!” She cheers me. “I am so glad that is done.”

“Until next year.”

“No, don’t remind me.” She groans. “If you even work here next year. You might be a trophy wife by then.” I snort on my drink, coughing and shaking my head no. 

“I don’t think so. I like working.”

“That’s what they all say. My friend married a professional basketball player, she was going to keep working too. Now she spends her days renovating their three houses.”

“Basketball players make more money the hockey players.” I wave off.

“So are you saying it’s a possibility?” I blush. 

“I mean, I hope so.” I murmur, smoothing out my cocktail napkin.

“It seemed pretty serious at the Christmas party. He couldn’t take his hands off you.” She’s right. His hands were glued to my ass, hip or side the whole night. He turned into the perfect charmer and shared endless stories of his seven NHL seasons in New Jersey. My boss demanded Miles come to the next team happy hour, but unfortunately Miles was out of town. It’s come up every day since though.

“It’s… getting there.” I giggle, then proceed to tell Jen all about the ways our relationship is escalating into something more than dating. Notably is our goodbyes when he goes on the road. He whines and gives multiple goodbye kisses and lingers in the apartment a lot longer than he should. Plus there is that little detail of him wanting to replace my old beater of a car.

“He wants to buy you a car!?” Jen shrieks as I finish. “You need to lock that shit up, babe.”

“Okay there is more to him than his job and money!”

“Yeah he’s also ridiculously hot.” I choke on my margarita, beginning to laugh and nod along. There is no reason to deny it. “Speak of the Devil… is that Miles?” She asks, pointing at a spot over my shoulder. I glance behind me as I’m taking a sip of my margarita. 

“Uh. Yeah. That is.”

“Who is he with?” She wonders as I set my drink back down on the bar. 

“His parents.” I’m a little embarrassed. I was just telling Jen all about how I think things with Miles are getting more serious. We have been spending more time than apart these days. I stay over at his place for days on end, only going home to grab more of my items and move them over to his place. I’ve even stopped leaving his place when he heads out on the road. He likes me in his bed.

But now he is here with his parents. All he told me tonight was that he had people in town from back home and they were catching an early dinner.

“Oh, have you met them?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Didn’t know they were in town either.”

“Oh….” She trails off. She grimaces slightly, but tries to hide it with her glass of Prosecco. I keep my back towards the door, hoping they will be seated away from us. They are, but unfortunately are in the path to head to the bathroom, which I need to use before heading… home? I was going to go to Miles’ place, but now I’m not sure what to do. We both suck our drinks down as the bar gets more and more crowded from the afterwork rush.

“Do you want to stay longer. Or?” Jen wonders.

“No, I’m going to use the bathroom then head out.”

“Okay, I’m going to sneak out now. Wanna put the kids to bed with my hubs.”

“Of course.” I hug her quick, then send her off to the front while I head to the bathroom. I try not to make eye contact with anyone at Miles’ table, figuring I’ll slip by and head out without being detected. I am seemingly successful.

But when I come out of the bathroom, Miles is leaning against the wall, waiting.

“Hey.” He breathes out, worry on his face.

“Oh hey.” I try for a smile but it’s admittedly a lame attempt.

“Um, I’m here with my parents.”

“I saw.” 

“I’m sorry. I-”

“It’s cool. You don’t want me to meet them. But let me guess, I should come over later?” I’ve heard this shit before. This was my last “boyfriend’s” MO. I thought Miles was different though. It felt different.

“Come over if you want to, but not in the way you’re referring.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets.

“I’m going to my place. Have a good night.” I lean forward, kissing his cheek. He laces our fingers together to halt me. 

“You’re upset. Can I please explain?” I shrug, looking down at the grey tiled floor. A man scoots by us to continue on towards the bathroom. “I really like you. And I have been telling my parents about you, but I wanted to… coach them a bit before you met them. I was planning on asking you to meet them tomorrow.” I stare back at him, unconvinced. “In the past, they have gotten really excited about meeting someone I am with. They come off really strong and it freaks women out. I wanted to talk to them about how to act… so they didn’t scare you off.” 

“Miles, if you haven’t scared me off with your missing teeth and cuts all over your face, I don’t think your parents can.” His goofy chuckle shakes his big shoulders and I feel the tension leave my frame a bit.

“My mom is literally going to ask you if you will birth my babies tonight. Are you sure?”

“About her asking or having your babies?” Miles pauses for a moment, mouth dropping slightly open. 

“Um… both?” He asks curiously.

“I’ll have your gigantic babies. But if we are doing this, we’re swinging for the fences and trying to four.”

“Oh… god.” He sputters.

“I’m kidding.” We both laugh together, then he tugs me back into his body. I rest my hand on his chest, rubbing over his sweater.

“I feel like an ass.”

“You kinda acted like one. It would have been nice to have a heads up, rather than ‘people I know’ are in town.” 

“Yeah. Can we start over?”

“Sure.”

“My parents are in town. Will you have dinner with us?”

“I would love to.” Miles pushes out an anxious sigh, then takes the lead to bring you back to the table. 

[aro-geo-turtle]

Malevolent Part 40

ahhhh im so hyped. ok lets do this. oh this is going to be so long

plans going pretty well so far, the masks all being unique probably isn't great if someone figures out that arthur and noel aren't the people who are meant to have those masks

arthur showing off his genius smart brain! go arthur! and noel gets to be a little clever too i suppose

you're putting in "getting to know oscar" as a whole??? thats way too big! what if you completely forget he exists?! ohhhh and it makes john realize just how much oscar means to arthur :((((((

damn this is a really big organization. and this leader guy really sucks. why is his voice so annoying? I don't know what i expected but of course this organization is fully of generally shitty people

new leader is definitely larson. yep.

YELLOW!!!! :DDDDD MY GUY! Murder that random shithead who i almost thought was oscar for a split second! you can act as high and mighty as you please, i know what you're really like

at least channeling yellow wears larson out, that's a weakness

i really don't want to know where larson intends to take the order

Arthur, John doesn't want to kill Yellow! that's another version of him!

"I wonder who is playing who?" larson's almost certainly playing yellow

John :(((((( come one buddy

omg is yellow stealing john's memories?????? uh oh. that's...bad.

"a large bizarre looking object" very helpful John. Automobile sized??? damn that is big. fucked up space machine???

uh guys? have you forgotten that the vizser can HEAR john??? Ok direct confrontation. let's hope this goes well.

OH NO. he's about to reveal john's identity to noel oh shit.

oh boy super smart brain helmet. ok. elder? ...and they serve the great old ones. ohhhh they're going to release yellow. hmm. but does this mean that this could give john his own body?!?!??

...dying? is...that happening to arthur and john? oh no.

actually that's a good point, they might be able to get the cult members on their side.

oh no reckoning time. ok i can't decide if they've been saved or doomed.

larson being awful awful larson as usual. oh hi butcher. fancy seeing you here.

...why do he want to separate John and arthur?...maybe Yellow would absorb the rest of john

mutual friend??? Larson you never fucking met him.

ahhhh repeating the words from part 12. fuck.

can't delay him finding out any longer. echoing part 12 once again.

oh ok, multiple fallen stars, this group has the gray one, so the black one is probably another one somewhere else. so the grey one is an artifact of the Beholding then.

"...or it can show you where you left your keys." PFFFFFFF

"allow" them to return to the dreamlands, please. we know you have no intentions of letting that power go. yeah me and john on the exact same wavelength

arthur you're kinda the last person who Yellow would be convinced by.

"a pet" OH DAMN! YEAH YELLOW COME OUT HERE AND SPEAK YOUR PIECE. arthur buddy if you want to get him on your side, insults are not the way to do this.

poor noel has about 10% of the context to understand what is happening right now.

the truth is that arthur's sorry. come on arthur say it say you're sorry. come on. YESSSSS yep that it that's it arthur! he actually did it he actually apologized :,)

come on noel come in clutch. ive been pretty sus of you but if you can save us now. aw damn noel taking this leages better than i expected but he's also absolutely about to sacrifice himself, this is a death speech for sure

noel im sorry but this is not the king who tortured you. he has no clue who you are

WHAT. Butcher???? OMG twist of the century!!! what the fuck! no way! fuck yeha!

"Till the end" yepppp

arthur it really really might kill john tho. you don't know how this works, john's the one feeling it.

shut the fuck up larson. and this fight is bringing back some s3 arthur energy oh boy

oh no john oh no john he's lost again. no no no no his name!

noel... is this it?

omg john projected!!!!!! john projected!!!! they're fighting!!!!! they can talk face to face oh my gosh he sounds so cool.

yellow baby :(((((

the undefeated :,)))))))))

...and there it is. goodbye noel. rest in peace

you have to let this thing with larson go arthur. its the only way to forgive yourself.

one part of me is saying that if they leave larson alone to get the stone he's going to do something bad, but the other part is saying arthurs needs to leave larson be for character development

now time to see if my theory about why john cares about the stone is correct. i think i am. he's desperate to get it. i have a bad feeling about this. touch it???? that seems bad.

arthur? did kayne freeze time again? yep. yep yep yep. did they run out a time limit?

oh interesting. ha john's grown beyond his beginnings! yes! he can't fit anymore! ohhhhh shit. he sent him back to the dark world????? oh shit.

choices choices choices. it all comes back to choices.

i don't trust how happily ever after Kayne is making this sound.

john you've got to tell him right away. you can't put it off. he'll be mad but you'll get past it like you always do.

ohhhhhhhhh. oh boy. damn Kayne. i mean arthur you obviously knew he was hiding something, i he wasn't at all subtle about it. this is honestly probably better than the alternative of John trying to get up the courage to confess for ages.

pointing a gun at Kayne is a terrible idea. OH GOSH. welp. ok then.

excuse me are we getting kayne lore???? the crawling chaos? a spawn of Azathoth? Damn i don't know how to spell that but people called it???

ok apparently i can agree with Kayne on one thing and that is that larson sucks. and i can agree with larson on one thing and that is that i do not get what kayne's saying either.

ok than blind him! go for it! yellow and larson trip to the dreamlands? What did he do to noel? "Maybe Spain"????

yep a test, of course. uh oh. what is this?

damn. I have no idea what this means. where are they going? what will next season bring?

[mingiwife21]

Give me everything

WooyoungXSan

*wooyoung couldn't believe the most popular boy in his high school asked him to prom it's all he could think about the whole week of school up to that saturday from the time he woke up on saturday he was so excited*

Wooyoung honey you sure are happy this morning why's that? *his mom let out a chuckle *

Oh eomma do you remember my project partner Choi San?

Yes honey?

He asked me to prom Monday! *wooyoung shouted *

Oh honey that's so amazing, let's get you ready hmm?

*wooyoung spent so much time on his hair and makeup he wanted to look his best*

You ready wooyoung? *his mom spoke from the other side of the door*

Yes eomma *wooyoung opens his bedroom door revealing his outfit*

Omg my handsome boy * his mom covers her mouth smiling in awe*

*just then the doorbell rings and kyungmin woo youngs little brother runs and opens the door* HI SANNNNNN ….WOOYOUNG YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!!!!!!!

*san stood there laughing but secretly he liked being called wooyoung's boyfriend*

uh..hi san *wooyoung walked to the door*

Wow woo…..you look.. *san stood there looking at wooyoung in awe*

BAD? *san waved his hands in front of him * no no you look really amazing * san said holding out a corsage for wooyoung putting it on his wrist*

You ready woo? *wooyoung nods*

*time skip*

* wooyoung and san arrived at prom a little late bc san had forgot to get gas*

At least we made it san…..* wooyoung cracks a smile* I guess you're right, woo?

*wooyoung starts to get out when san grabs his hand* hey woo can i ask you something

*wooyoung nods looking at san* about what kyungmin said….. Do you wanna be my boyfriend officially?

Omg yes san?! *wooyoung smiles grabbing sans hand running inside greeting their friends before going to buss it down on the dance floor* *san was talking to hong joong his friend who was a senior when no hands by wocka flocka came on* you better go get wooyoung san…*hong jong smirks at he points to wooyoung twerking in the middle of the dance circle*

*san walks inside the dance circle grabbing wooyoung by his hips letting woo grind down on him and twerk* god bby your so good at this *san says gripping wooyoung's hips tighter smirking at wooyoung who turned around making eye contact with san*

*after the song was over bandz a make her dance started playing so wooyoung started to bend over twerking on san*

*san laughed before stopping wooyoung as he looked at san confused till san started twerking on him and wooyoung let his iconic high pitched laugh before enjoying san smacking sans ass*

*wooyoung and san went to find their friends*

*mingi waved at them* hi wooyoung hi san guess whos also here *wooyoung looked at them*

I see seong hwa hong joong and yunho and you

*mingi points at the drink table* yeosang is here

* wooyoung looks* oh my lord Who dragged him here *

*hong jong smiles* Listen, I couldn't let him be bored at home?!

Yunho taps wooyoung wiggling his eyebrows * so you and san *san smiles putting his arm around wooyoung* he's mine now yuns

*yunho nods smiling before grabbing mingis hand to go dance* wheres seonghwa hongjoong *san asks* i don't kn- oh nvm here he comes *seonghwa came over with multiple plates of food along with yeosang * yeosang smiles* hi guys hongjoong dragged me here but its actually not bad * the both of them sit with us starting to eat the food while seonghwa passes me and san a plate so we both eat*

*TIME SKIP*

*wooyoung sat at the table with san while all the others were dancing*

You okay woo? *san caresses my face gently* yea i think so *san grabs my hand walking outside to the back of the venue towards a flower field*

*san sits down on the grass so I do the same* hey woo?

Yea sannie? * san looks at me nervously*

Have you ever had sex? *wooyoung laughs as a shocked reaction*

*san pinches him* Yahhh dont laugh

I'm sorry but no, what about you? *san sighs* I haven't either. I want my first time to be special, you know?

*san looks at wooyoung coming closer to his face* Can I kiss you? *wooyoung nods slowly leaning in until he felt sans lips on his* *san kissed wooyoung gently but it would soon turn into a more needy kiss*

*wooyoung backs away* are we gonna…..

*san nods* Do you want to do this? *wooyoung nods a little too eagerly*

*san chuckles* good lemme help you

*san helps wooyoung out his pants and boxers and does the same to himself* i don't have any lube so can i use spit or something woo?

*wooyoung looks at him with need in his eyes* yes sannie pleasee i need you badly

*san lets wooyoung go on his knees before getting behind him*

*san reaches his hand out* spit on it…. * wooyoung looks at him confused*

Spit on my hand nice and good woo….

*wooyoung did as he was told and san spread the spit on his hand on wooyoung's hole before slowly and carefully sliding himself inside him*

*wooyoung moaned in response feeling san enter him*

You good wooyoung can i move?

Go ahead sannie…*san starts to thrust his dick inside wooyoung slowly finding a steady pace to go at* *wooyoung moans loudly* omg san you feel so good fuck

*san throws his head back moaning hard* fuck woo your doing so well for me baby

Sannie fuck me harder pleaseee? * san smirks* as you wish my love *san fucks him harder and wraps his hand around wooyoungs throats softly*

*wooyoung gasped and whined in response *

Yea keep whining like a needy bitch wooyoung my cute little bitch *san smirks fucking him faster*

*wooyoung's dick twitched at sans words and san couldn't help but notice*

You like when I talk to you like a slut?

*wooyoung nodded eagerly* sannie fuck im gonna cum keep going

*San hummed in response quickening his pace closer to his own orgasm*

*wooyoung moaned as he reached his orgasm cumming and soon after so did san*

Omg that was amazing * san laughs while smiling*

San grabbed a tissue out his pocket cleaning wooyoung off and helping him get dressed again doing the same*

*san and wooyung went back inside when give me everything tonight came on through the speakers*

Tonight, I want all of you

Tonight, give me everything

Tonight, for all we know

We might not get tomorrow

(Let's do it tonight)

*wooyoung sang those lyrics to san dancing*

Grab somebody sexy tell em hey* san says as he grabbed wooyoung's waist dancing with him*

*wooyoung laughed dancing along to the song*

*wooyoung kissed san gently hugging him close*

I love you sannie

I love you too wooyoung * san smiles at wooyoung*

THE END

AN: hi guys this isn't my best work but I was given the inspiration based on prom I wanna try and write more in the future and begin to be more creative with my stories 😉

[humanradiojmp]

Random Bonus/Deleted Scene

From my The Amazing Digital Circus Fic "How to Exit the Circus Online."

“Jax…” she groans. With the way her brother is, she’s more worried than angry. She glances between the two, unsure if she should intervene.

“I like your dress.” Ragatha stops pulling the bags and snaps her head to the side. The chess piece player from the opposing end stands to the side. He doesn’t have a mouth, but by the slight squint to his eyes, she guesses he’s smiling.

“Oh, uh,” she glances down at her blue prairie dress she made for this map. She half wishes she wore the bonnet instead of her regular hair bow. But with all the explosions that kept happening maybe it’s a good thing she didn’t. “Thank you,” she says, both appreciative and a little weary.

She spots something on his robe. “I like the patch on your robe.”

The chess piece twists around to look at said patch and better show it off. A little red heart is sewn onto his purple robe, over where his heart would be. “Oh, yes, it’s to match my wife’s robe. She has a purple heart to match mine.”

She unknowingly let go of the bags and places a hand to her heart. “Aw, that’s so sweet.” She frowns, eye darting to the side. “If only my husband was willing to match.”

She tried to convince him, multiple times. But he made it clear he doesn’t do ‘cutesy couple stuff’, even if some of the outfits she suggested were neutral. He hasn’t been wanting to do a lot of things together recently...

“You just need to find the right thing that he’ll match with.” The chess piece player suggests.

“Maybe…”

“Anyhoo, I’m going to take this with me.” He tells her, quickly backing away.

Ragatha blinks at him and glances down to —“Wha—Hey!” He had taken the bags when she was distracted. She moves but stops when she realizes her character model is glowing a golden light.

The other bags are lit up with the same glow, as are the other players. She looks back wide-eyed to the chess piece to see him by the wagon, hand outstretched and glowing.

“And... sorry to do this.” He lifts his other hand and snaps.

You can find the fic this is taken from here (excerpt from chapter 6):

[chipped-chimera]

WIP WEDNESDAY - 12/07/23

AND IT'S ACTUALLY ON A WEDNESDAY! Thanks @theviridianbunny for the tag <3 I regret to inform you ... it's more hair again @.@ (this one is actually different, I swear)

More under the cut, as usual~

Soooo if you've been following me you probably know I've done a few things since my last WIP Wednesday, namely more tattoo stuff, and more recently ... more hair stuff.

After a LOT of agonising over it I finally consider the neck 'done' ... or done enough (vaguely ... thinking about doing something more in the transition between the tattoo and the jaw but I probably should stop honestly or I'll never stop). This means I probably have enough done to get away with taking screenshots while I work on the rest of it. Been pondering drawing up an actual plan for the rest beyond what I've been doing so far - mostly winging it and smashing things together. Might get stuff done faster, who knows.

Anyway I am back on my hair shit, yet again that's going just about ... as well as you'd expect ...

Okay okay, I'll be honest, this has been fixed but I gotta say after spending a whole 12 hrs staring at lines of code, changing entries and having to redo them several times because I'd fucked up some file name or changed my mind or found out 'no that is not where you should be putting that folder you absolute dingus' and this was the best I could do was kind of hilarious. 😂

The important part was I'd gotten it IN, which was a process and a half, considering THIS time I'm using a custom made 2048px hair texture (alpha is 4k) and a higher poly mesh - which means yeah, this is the same hair rebuilt from scratch.

After some additional fiddling ...

... and a very unamused Ven (I'm sorry hun) ...

I got it in. All of it. No missing textures, no hair cards in the hair cap slot. The physics look janky but it's somewhat intentional - this is a minimal effort rigging job based on the alt rig, the priority was to get this hair texture IN so I could see how it looked in game and how everything sat before I dug myself further into a sunk cost fallacy over this second version of the hair.

And I'm actually pretty happy with it? There is some curl distortion yeah but it's not as bad as it was last time - and considering I'd rigged that one PROPERLY is saying something. Higher poly + textures are making a big difference here. It's pretty obvious in the comparison -

Also yes I am aware this one is WAY too shiny, but that one is a considerably easy fix now I know how Vertex Paint actually affects this value. I was a bit too generous on the highlight gradient so I've already repainted what I have so far, using side-by-side references with existing game meshes to try and get it 'equal' but it's likely gonna be a lot of back and forth calibrating with that one.

Excessive shiny-ness aside I'm actually REALLY happy with how the side curl is sitting nice and neat in her jacket collar this time! Also man ... doesn't that look silky ... (ok maybe some shine is good lmao)

I guess that's kind of it on the mod front. I've got other projects in a very initial stage (it's fanfic. Ofc it's fanfic) but work on both the tattoo bodysuit + hair is eating up a lot of my daily spoon allowance so that one will happen when it happens I guess (and probably when at minimum, this goddamn hair is done).

Oh and this hair is using UUH4V. I GOT IT TO WORK. Which means I'll be able to use multiple rigs which will hopefully prevent these carefully crafted curls from getting minced beyond recognition, fingers crossed.

Anyways until next time!

(Uh, I tag anyone who read all of this. Yes you. sorry I don't know many people yet and I'm shyyy)

p.s. yes hair tutorial. soon. In the case you are similarly frustrated and desperate as I was and working on hair please note I AM VERY OPEN TO TELLING YOU ALL THE INFO just ask me. Cause tutorial might take time unfortunately. But it's in the works.

[heartsoulspiritelite]

Saw the barbie move last Friday IT WAS AMAZING🫶

Matt Jackson x Nick Jackson

I cringed so many times writing this. IM SO ASHAMED. But likee :) jk but brooooooo. Maybe im projecting or sum (NOT THE INCEST PART) im sorry about this, Ive read too many fics on ao3..., I know it aint a big deal but i had to take multiple break while writing this because i felt like the ghosts of my relatives were watching, man i had to take screaming breaks ;-; the writing is terrible but still. ENJOY:)

Warning- Smut, spanking- punishment, slight smut, Sibling Incest

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Close Brothers

"Nick leave me the eff alone" Matt said sharply while trying to avoid the other bucks eye contact

Matt's been acting weird ever since they got back to their hotel and nows they're trying to pack up peacefully but Matt's attitude isn't helping.

"Matt just tell me whats wrong, Why do you have to be so frustrating" Nick almost yells.

Matt freezes at this and looks at Nick with a slightly hurt expression and runs to the bathroom and locks himself him. Why wont he just tell him whats wrong? They tell each other everything. Did he do something wrong?

"Matty please.." He pleads while sitting outside the bathroom door

Hearing the pleading tone in his younger brothers voice made him feel a tad bit guilty so he unlocked the door but didn't open it and returned to his previous position .

Once Nick heard the door unlock he took that as his cue to walk in.

The sight he saw before him made his heartbreak. He saw matt curled up in a ball beside the toilet with stray tears running down his pretty face, looking up at him desperately with his boo boo eyes.

"Please tell me whats got you acting like this?" Nick asked him as gently as he could while bending down infront of his older brother.

"W-why did you let her touch you like that" He whispered

"Who" Nick asked genuinally confused

"The girl we ran into while going shopping Nick dont act stupid" He said not even looking Nick in the eye

"The worker? Matt she was just talking to us about the shoes, why does it bother you so much?" He says standing up a little annoyed

"Nick she was FLIRTING WITH YOU, IDIOT" Matt yelled getting even more upset wiping his tears

About 2 hours ago the bucks went shopping, When they were looking for new shoes one of the workers came up and totally started hitting on Nick but Nick is god damn oblivious he didn't even think about her carressing his arm or looking up at him fluttering her eyelashes but Matt did. Plus she didn't even glance at him, she was a bitch.

'Matt you're jealous" Nick stated coming to a conclusion

"Well no shit sherlock thanks for pointing out the obvious" matt replied

"Aww Matt you know im yours, you dont needa be jealous, Im sorry darling, i didn't realise she got that close" Nicks apolagizes before hugging him

He picks matt up from off the floor, brings him to bed, sits him down and stands infront of him

"But you're not going to get away with this attitude you've been pulling Matt, You've been acting like a little bitch ever since e got back. You dont trust me huh?" he says to him looking him straight in the eye, using his finger to lift his chin up

Nick knows what Matt really want, its obvious he knows his brother better than he knows himself and he can also tell because of dent in Matts pants. Of course he's going to give it to him, but not without a few punishments.

Matt freezes

"Nick i-" He tries

"Nuh uh that aint gonna fly here. Strip."

"Nick W-what?" He tries again

''What you want a audience or something? Taking your effing clothes of Matt" he orders him watching him closely

"Well i mean-" He laughs slighty before standing up to remove his shirt, then his pants, and underwears and puts them to the side then goes to stand infront of his brother and waits for his next order like a good boy would.

You'd probably imagine Matt being the top right? Well your so far from the truth. Matt loves the humiliation from the punishments, He loves being submissive. He loves letting Nick take control of him.

Nick sits down on armless chair in the middle of room after locking the hotel door and grabs Matts arms and pulls him over slowly

"Bend over." he orders

Matts wastes no time at all and bends over his brothers lap but not without putting on a little show, He makes sure  his ass is perked up and bends over slowly, teasing Nick, Nick swats his ass hard and pulls him over her lap, Making him stop his actions.

He runs his hand over Matts ass and squeezes it causing Matt to moan.

"You know the safe word right" He asks just to make sure

"Yes its 'Stop' Nick" He replies rolling his eye

Nick sees this and pinches him in the side

"Ow im sorry, red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means yes" He rushes out

He doesn't want Nick to stop. he want's to be crying mess in his lap. He wants the aftercare, he wants the pleasure.

Without any warning he slaps Matt's ass. Hard.

"Count. We're doing 15, you miss a number and we restart"

Matt nods

He feels Nick pinch again

"Use your words"

"Okay daddy"

He feels Nick's dick harden beneath him and giggles

His laughter is cut short when he feels another smack on his ass

"1" he gasps

"You little slut, you love this dont you" He teases him then gives him another smack on the ass"

"2, Y-yes daddy. ohh i love it so much" he moans

He tries to hump Nick's leg to get relief

"Nuh uh, you dont get to do that get" He stops Matts movements with another harsh smack on the ass, making his own hand hurt.

"3, Oh my god oww" he cries

Nick smirks and undoes his belt, and then grabs it out of his pants

"Oh my god Nick-" Matt says watching his brothers every movement, his stomach getting worried, but his dick getting harder by the second.

Smack

"4" Matt sobs

he wants to so badly rub his ass but he knows he'll get in trouble so he refrains himself and bites his hand.

"You little whore, you love getting manhandled and put in your place huh, you love getting spanked by your little brother" Nick says to man over his lap, smirking

Matt just keeps sobbing

"Color?" Nick asks gently

"Green Nick oh my god its green please dont stop"  He begs

He smacks Matts ass once again with belt then gives him a few seconds to breath

"5"

He puts the belt away and just spanks him 10 times fast.

spank spank spank spank spank

spank spank spank spank spank

"6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15" Matt cries

he takes heavy breaths and sobs until the sting goes away a bit, his dick is still hard as hell

All he feels is pleasure. He loves this.

Nick gently helps him up until matt is straddling his lap and places his head into the crook of his neck.

He bends down and grabs lotion to rub on Matt's bottom to soothe the pain.

Matt sighs at the sensation of Nick rubbing lotion on his ass.

"You okay love?" He whispers

"Yes, thank you" He whispers back

"You're welcome but we're not finished yet baby" Nick laughs slightly at Matt saying thank you

He lifts him up and carries him bridal style over to the bed and lays him down.

Matt hisses at pain of having his ass rub against the bed.

Nick removes his clothes and joins his naked brother on the bed and crawls overtop of him.

His kisses Matt and rubs his hands over his brother pecks making Matt moan loudly.

Matt grabs the back nick's neck and deepens the kiss until he feels Nick break the kiss and lower himself down until he's face to face with his older brothers dick.

He licks a stripe down his dick and slowly licks a circle around his tip causing Matt to arch his back.

"Oh fuck" he moans grabbing at younger brothers hair.

He feels Nick mouth around his cock and pushes his head down forceably until he feels nick gag and lets go to pull his head back up a bit.

"Nicky- f-feels so good" he yells

hearing all of the noises of pleasure he brings out of his brother made him cum right then and there all over the bed.

Nick bobs his head faster down Matt's cock feeling him come close to his release.

"Oh my- im about to" he cries before cuming down Nick's throat

Nick stays in place and swallows it all down before he brings his head back up and smiles at his brother.

They both breath heavily until their breaths even out.

Nick comes to lay beside his brother and pulls him close

"Wait do you need me to" He asks refering to Nick's cock

"No no im fine i kinda already did while.." he trails off making Matt laugh

"But look im so sorry about earlier i really didn't realise what was happening, i love you so much Matty" He whispers into Matt's ear while laying on top of him.

"Its okay, i love you too" His whispers into the brothers hair, running his hands through it.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~