#there's another anon for me to answer but it's almost midnight so I'm not doing that untile the morning

[cherriegyuu]

hi,

i just wanted to say that i love your works, you’re absolutely AMAZING !!

and that kind of led me to sending in my request (since i saw they’re open), because i really need to read another piece of art from you <3

is it possible for me to ask you to write something like an angst-to-fluff pregnancy imagine/drabble with wonwoo? i know that not everyone is comfortable with this topic, so feel totally free to ignore it or change it the way you want, i’ll be super ultra thankful anyways :))

once again i love your works, keep going !!

- anon

i really got carried away with this but i'm also scared... a little really hope you like it!!

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader genre:  angst, fluff word count: 1.9k warnings: none

a/n: not proofread

requests are open

With a heavy heart, you sat down in the waiting room, your eyes filled with tears. Seeing your current estate, the attendant said that it was okay if you were late, she could just make a quick shift on the schedule. You thanked her, relieved. 

You took out your phone from your purse. No missed calls or unread texts from your fiance.

You told him that you could go by yourself to the ultrasound. But Wonwoo said that he wanted to be there, that since he missed the last one he had to be there for the next one.

So you believed him and waited. 

You tried calling him fifteen minutes before you were supposed to leave the apartment. Then again when you were already late. Tried texting him many times in between but you never got an answer. So you called an Uber and left by yourself. Though you wanted to call him again, you forced yourself not to. 

Since you got pregnant you felt as if Wonwoo was slowly pushing you away and you didn't know what to do. He was working longer hours, leaving the apartment when the sun had just risen to the sky, and coming home every night almost at midnight. He’d just shower and go to bed.

On many different occasions, you asked him if everything was okay, and why he was working over hours so much. His answers were always evasive and never told you much of anything. You knew Wonwoo wasn’t cheating but you couldn’t help but think that maybe this wasn’t the lift that he wanted. That once a child was involved in the equation he wasn’t all that sure if getting married and officially starting a life together was something that he still wanted. 

You didn’t want to doubt him at all but his actions didn’t leave you with many other options but that one. 

The entrance door suddenly opened and Wonwoo rushed in. His hair was a mess on top of his head, his glasses slightly crocked over his face, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. He looked around for a second before his eyes finally landed on you. He sat down by your side, his eyes wide.

“I’m sorry” he kissed your head, taking your hands in his “I’m so sorry”

You just shook your head, eyes forward, refusing to look at him. Not out of anger, but because if you did you would start crying again and had just managed to pull yourself together. You didn’t want to see the doctor while crying. Your tears were only yours, to be shed in the privacy of your home — preferably in the shower when no one could see you. 

“Please, look at me” he begged and you almost caved “I didn’t forget but I was stuck in the office, that’s why I didn't take any of your calls”

A shake of your head was still all he got. Wonwoo didn’t know what else he could say. He knew that he was in the wrong in the situation but he didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do. And he didn’t have a chance to think of anything because a nurse came out to take you to get the ultrasound.

For a second Wonwoo was scared that you wouldn’t let him inside the room with you but you never let go of his hand while walking in. 

Wonwo had missed your first ultrasound, the one both of you had considered the most special one. It was the first time you’d get to hear your baby’s heartbeat. Wonwoo hated himself for not being there, hated how all he had was the video you took on your phone to show to him. He knew that you were disappointed in him. 

“You didn’t come alone this time,” the doctor said once she walked in, a smile on her face.

Wonwoo squeezed your hand, kissing your knuckles. 

He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous but he couldn’t keep his heart at a normal rate. Maybe it was because he was going to hear his child’s heart for the first time or maybe it was because you refused to look his way, your hand completely limp on his hold. Or maybe it was just a mixture of both.

“Do you want to know what you’re having?”

“Yes,” both of you said at the same time

“I don’t really like the whole gender reveal thing”

The doctor laughed, pressing the transducer to your stomach.

“If I get to say so myself, I don’t like it either” she moved her hand a little to the left, smiling again looking at the screen, lightly moving it towards you “Everything looks fine, as it should. Now, for the moment you’ve been waiting for”

Wonwoo followed you out of the clinic, his hand on your lower back guiding you to where he had parked the car.

You didn't speak to him once or even looked his away. You seemed to be lost in your mind since the moment you saw him, only ever talking with the doctor.  

He opened the passenger door for you and hurried to the other side. 

“What do you want for dinner?” he tried saying 

“I… If…” your voice shook as you tried to get the words out “If this is not something you want, marriage, being a father, I need you to tell me now. Don’t wait until the baby is born to make up your mind. Don’t be that cruel to me”

The silence in the car was deafening. Wonwoo felt as if the world had stopped moving.

The truth was having a child wasn’t a topic you talked about frequently. Yes, it was mentioned a couple of times over the years but nothing more. However, when you told him that you were pregnant, he couldn’t be happier. He felt as if his entire life was falling into place just at the right time. His job was going great, he finally got the promotion he had worked himself crazy for, you had said yes to his proposal, and you had a baby on the way. 

It was the life he imagined for himself, the life he so desperately wanted. And he wanted it all with you. So the fact that he was hurting you, even if he didn’t mean to, even if all that he was doing was so that you could have the life you also dreamed of, drove him insane. 

“I want to show you something”

You did your best to not let your tears fall. Wonwoo had been silent since you asked him to be honest with you. And it was the first time, in a very long time, that you had no idea of what his silence meant. He gripped the wheel tight enough that his knuckles turned white, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was hard to resist the urge to pull his hand into yours, to do something that would change the atmosphere between the two of you.

Yet, you forced your hands to remain on your lap while you tried to discover where he was taking you. The streets felt vaguely familiar, you knew that you had been there once before. All of it made sense when Wonwoo parked the car in front of a house you had visited a few moments before you found out that you were pregnant. 

After Wonwoo proposed, the two of you decided that instead of having a huge wedding party you wanted to get a place of your own. It felt much more important to have a home than a party. And you could still celebrate with your friends and family, just maybe in a more modest way.

In one of your conversations with Wonwoo, you told him that you wanted to live in an actual house, not in an apartment. It’s just a dream though, you told him. Still, when looking for a place, Wonwoo only took you to see houses, while you only chose apartments. 

But, of course, you had a favorite and Wonwoo knew it, even if you never said it out loud. He saw the way your eyes shone when he took you there, when you looked at the rooms, the kitchen, the small garden in the back, the old swing set. 

You watched in complete wonder as Wonwoo took a key out of his pocket and opened the gate. 

“How do you have a key to this place?”

Unlike the last time you had been there, the place seemed entirely different. It was clear the house was being renovated.

“I wanted to make a surprise but I think my idea wasn’t as great as I thought it was”

He pushed the door open. It was like you remembered but also different. The walls were no longer an ugly shade of gray but a shade of pearl. The carpet had been removed and it was finally possible to see the floor.

“Wonwoo…”

Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hand on your belly that was starting to grow round.

“The promotion I got at work came with a bonus, much bigger than we thought. It was more than enough to get the house we wanted”

His lips dropped feather like kisses on your shoulder, the curve of your neck, behind your ear, and on top of your head.

"I've been coming here every day before and after work, to make sure that it will be ready in a few more days. But after today…" 

You turned around in his arms, needing to look at him. 

"Wonwoo, I wanted the house, not you"

He shook his head, a smile on his lips as he pushed the hair that fell onto your forehead. 

"I wanted whatever you wanted. And I agree with you, raising a child in a house with enough space is much better than inside the apartment" he kissed you once, then twice. "There's something I want to show you"

Wonwoo took you by the hand, pulling you through the house. You only had a chance to peek at the rooms. All of them had been slightly modified.

That moment felt like a dream, the kind of thing someone doesn't actually get to live. You felt as if at any moment you'd wake up and you'd be back in bed. 

All the doors in the hall were open except for one on the right.

Taking a deep breath, Wonwoo pushed the door open and took a step aside to let in first.

Tears burned the back of your eyes, a knot pressing your throat. It was a fully furnished nursery. It was everything you ever dreamed of and then some more. The white walls, the little clouds on the ceiling. Even the furniture itself was one you had chosen. 

"How…? When…?"

"I might have snooped on your phone," he said with a laugh "We finished it just this morning. Mingyu helped with putting the furniture together and Seungkwan with the details"

At that point, tears already ran freely down your face. While Wonwoo was busy doing everything he could to get you your dream, you were worried that he might have fallen out of love with you, that he longer wanted to be with you. 

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I didn't…"

"It's fine, I shouldn't have kept it a secret" he held your face in his hands, he had tears in his eyes too but also a beautiful smile "But this is where we start the rest of our lives. You, me, and our son"

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[solaris-amethyst]

💫Midnight Talks💫

✨Pairing: bf!Hendery x gn!reader ✨Prompt: Can I request a bf!Hendery drabble where YN have a nightmare and calls him just to make sure he's OK? ✨Requested by a lovely anon🫶🏻 ✨Genre: fluff, partners au ✨Word Count: 0.9k ☀️Authors Note: Thank you so much for requesting!🫶🏻🥰

You woke up with a jolt, cold sweat covering your body as you sat up looking around frantically for the one person who had been hurt in your dream.

There was only one problem.

He was not at home right now, you were all alone and in your newly awakened state of worry due to your nightmare it was translated to that he most certainly was hurt.

Before you could stop them the tears were falling from your eyes, down your cheeks gathering up at the tip of your chin before slowly falling down onto your hands which were holding the blanket tightly.

You felt awful as the first sob was let out. Carefully searching for the little button on your nightstand to turn on the lights.

Momentarily blinded when the lights finally light up you squinted your eyes before finding your phone.

Quickly opening it and finding your boyfriend's contact was easy but pressing the call button at first was hard. Hesitating at first because what if you would disturb him in the middle of the night?

He was away on a conference with his job for a few days and must be tired was something that crossed your mind until you remembered what had happened in your dream.

You pressed the call button and made sure to put it on speaker so you could just hold the phone in your hand.

It felt like it was ringing forever.

Every time you heard the signal instead of Hendery picking up it made you more and more worried.

"Hello? Y/n?" Henderys groggy voice could suddenly be heard from the speaker and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding in.

"Babe? You there? Are you okay?" He questioned sounding a bit clearer as if he had shaken away the grogginess of just waking up from the phone ringing.

"Hendery..."

"Are you okay? Are you sad? You sound sad babe, has something happened??" He sounds worried now and you sigh before telling him:

"I had a nightmare... and you got hurt in the dream. I'm sorry I woke you up I just had to make sure you were okay." You ramble on and before you continue your little rant the request for a FaceTime call popped up on your phone.

You clicked on accept quicker than you could think and seeing your boyfriends face, hair tousled and eyes slightly bleary.

"Hi." You say and he smiles brightly when he sees you.

"Hello gorgeous."

"I'm hardly gorgeous right now, I feel like shit." You confess to him and he gasps.

"Do not say that! Now what is this about a bad dream about me? Want to talk about it?" He asks gently and you give him a little nod.

"I can't remember it all but you got really hurt in it and then you disappeared from me and I couldn't find you. It scared me just seeing blood on the floor but not finding you nor hearing you respond to me when I called." You confess to him and he nods as he listens before sitting up a bit more.

"Well I can assure you I am totally fine." He shows you himself with the camera proving he is well and unhurt which makes you relax a little bit.

"And I'd never leave you, like ever. I'd rather cling to you like a koala all the time if I could and every time you call I will always answer you. No matter what."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

You sniffle and dries away the remaining tear stains from your cheeks as Hendery gives you another smile, his eyes twinkling prettily in the light from his desk lamp.

That's when you notice the figure in the other bed sleeping soundly.

"Is that Dejun? Won't he wake up with us talking so loudly?" You whisper and Hendery snorts almost laughing before shaking his head.

"Nah he sleeps like a rock. I'm not kidding when I say he could sleep through anything during the night." Your partner reassures you but you still feel a bit bad at potentially waking him up.

"Are you sure? Both of you have lots to do tomorrow..." You trail off as Hendery gets up from his bed and walks over to Dejun.

"See? He won't wake up." He flips the camera so you can see as he gently pokes Dejuns face or lightly messes with him as he giggles loudly.

You know you shouldn't laugh but you cannot help it when Hendery starts making Dejun do certain faces like turning his mouth up so it looks like he's smiling and much more.

"Hendery stop that!" You snort and you can hear the smirk in his voice when he says: "But I'm cheering you up! Also listen! He snores but have the audacity to claim that he don't snore when I tell him that he does! Now you can help me prove I'm right." He tells you before growing quiet so you can hear your friend actually snoring.

"He denies it? Of course he does... Dejun would never admit he snores." You chuckle "But now please leave him alone..." You yawn and Hendery flip the camera back to him.

"You should lay back to sleep, I'll stay on the call with you until you've fallen back to sleep and don't you dare tell me I shouldn't! I want to do that okay? I'll guard over you and will stay until you feel safe enough to fall asleep again." He says looking serious before getting back into bed and turning his light off at the same time as you do.

"Promise you'll stay on the call until I've fallen asleep?" You question as you lay down again, phone next to you.

"I promise gorgeous."

[ssourcandiess]

hii! can i ask for a short story where reader and taki a besties and one day they have their mounts sleepover where they were drinking and a taki as a bad drinker accidentally confessed about his fillings to reader (nothing smut)

and also sorry if i have any mistakes, english is not my first language🤕

ello anon thank you for the request!! this is my first request so…. i hope you’ll like it! ;]

my request box is now open!! so fell free to send me some reqs! ;D

pairing: taki x gn! reader

genre: fluff…? (i’m not sure actually djdhdhs)

wc: 0.6k

warning!! mention of alcohol

"Hey, Taki," you said, gently shaking his sleeping body. No response. "Taki!" you called again, but still, no answer. Feeling a bit frustrated, you sighed heavily and settled on the floor. It was almost midnight, just 10 minutes until the new year. Your plan was simple: spend New Year's Eve with your closest friend. Nothing extravagant, just sipping drinks, watching countdown shows, and solving puzzles together. But Taki, not good with alcohol, had dozed off on your sofa, disregarding the fun night you had envisioned.

"I should've just stayed alone tonight," you teased, lightly tapping his head, eliciting a grunt from him.

"But you don't like being alone on nights like this," Taki mumbled sleepily.

"Exactly why you should wake up now! It's almost New Year's!" you urged.

"I'm not going to," he replied with closed eyes, still fighting his drowsiness. "Is the puzzle really that tough? It's been what, 2 hours? 3 hours? I've lost track, and you're still not done?"

"It's a 1000-pieces puzzle, remember?" you teased, rolling your eyes. "And we were supposed to do it together."

He muttered an apology, turning towards you. "How long until New Year's?"

"Well now… just 6 minutes left," you replied.

"6 minutes?!" he groaned, finally sitting up, eyes still half-closed.

"Well, you knocked yourself out with that whole bottle of wine," you sighed, noticing he was still a bit tipsy.

"Is it hard?" he asked, eyes still closed. You just hummed in response, but he kept repeating the question until you asked him to stop. Then, unexpectedly, he posed another question.

"Want to know what's harder than those puzzles?" he asked, waiting for your response.

"What?" you hummed back.

He took a deep breath. "It's hard for me to see how oblivious you are of my feelings. I've been in love with you for so long, how can't you see that? Can't you give me a chance, just once? I'm tired of seeing those jerks treating you poorly."

His confession made you finally look directly at him. He was gazing straight into your eyes, his sincerity evident despite his inebriated state. "Taki, you're drunk," you sighed.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," he said softly.

You looked away, contemplating his words that echoed in your mind. Taki had just confessed his feelings for you. Yet, you were uncertain if it was genuine or merely fueled by alcohol-induced bravado.

The TV blared louder, signaling the imminent arrival of the new year with just one more minute remaining. But you were lost in your thoughts, the noise of the countdown fading away, you could only replay his words, "I've always been in love with you." You knew deep down that you felt the same about him. Yet, his actions had often been puzzling, leaving you unsure about his true feelings. The friendship between you both made everything more complicated. You feared that one wrong move might alter everything between you.

As the countdown commenced, with ten seconds remaining, your mind raced.

10

What should you do?

9

Should you reveal your own feelings?

8

7

6

But Taki is drunk now... Is this the right moment?

5

4

3

2

And then, the countdown reached its end.

1

Fireworks burst in the sky, the host cheered, announcing the arrival of the new year. In that instant, your attention returned to Taki. "Taki—" you began, but before you could finish, he surprised you by kissing you suddenly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pulling away, "I couldn't hold it in any longer. I truly love you," he continued, settling back onto the sofa. "Please, go out with me," he whispered before drifting back to sleep.

You smiled softly, observing Taki peacefully asleep. Carefully tucking him in with blankets, ensuring he stayed warm, you spoke gently, "Taki, I like you too, but you're drunk right now. We'll talk more tomorrow morning." Running your fingers through his hair, you wished him, "Happy New Year," planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

[yawn-junn]

I wanted to request an 8turn Yungyu x fem reader fluff where Yungyu comes home tired from practice and the reader cooks for him and feeds him dinner while he's half asleep and he rewards her with lots of kisses and they both cuddle to sleep (it's okay if you don't want to or if you're uncomfortable with this idea or anything) btw I love your work! ❤

♡︎Sleep talking - Yungyu♡︎

♡︎Special thanks too: Yungyu, Anon, 8Turn

♡︎Note: hello! I hope you enjoy <3 lmk if you have any other requests also thank you! I'm so happy you enjoy my work enough to request

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♡︎Words: 906

♡︎TW: kissing : mentions of food : low-key making out(not 18+ Yungyu is a minor) :

9-28-23

A knock came from your door it was faint and soft so quiet that if you weren't walking back from the bathroom you wouldn't have heard it, stopping in your tracks you checked the clock on the wall that read '12:30am' slightly scared and a little confused you walked to the door and looked threw the peep hole to find your boyfriend of one year half asleep almost falling down the front steps

Your scared and confused expression melted into a soft smile as you opened the door "Yungyu" you called out startling the boy from his daze "oh Yn, may I come inside?" He asked his words slightly sluggish you muttered a soft hum of agreement opening the door wider once the boy stumbled his way in you quickly closed and locked the door

"What are you doing here at midnight" you asked while taking his hand leading him to the kitchen "just finished practice, missed you" he said mumbling most of his words only being able to make out a few context clues "oh really?" You asked sitting him down he softly nodded his head "are you hungry?" You asked before Yungyu could answer his stomach growled "I'll take that as a yes" you giggled

A few minutes later you came back with a plate full of food only to find him alseep on the table you sighed softly "honey" you said shaking his shoulder as you were about to lose hope of him waking up to eat he sat up with a yawn "oh good your awake" you said pushing the plate Infront of him "here eat" you demanded

Waiting for him to take a bite or two you looked at his face and noticed he'd fallen back asleep almost falling backwards "gyu!" You said "here sit up straight" you commented pulling his arm to help him sit up Yungyu let out a soft whine from the moving "open" you said pushing the fork closer to his mouth, he complied opening his mouth feeding him was a long process but at least he ate

"Ok uppie" you said pulling him up from his shoulders "dude your bigger than me I can't carry you" you rushed out as Yungyu put all his body weight on you the only response you get was even more whining "shh" you said struggling to keep him up the walk to your room really made you wish your kitchen and bedroom were close together you knew the Yungyu workout would leave you sore tomorrow

Setting him on your bed you began taking his jacket and accessories off looking down you noticed he still had his shoes on you sighed before bending down and taking them off once you removed everything (other than the main clothes) you sat beside him resting for a moment before moving him to lay down "alright Yungyu!" You said shaking him once again the only response you got was whining

Another sigh left your nose before you held your breath and picked Yungyu up as much as you could once you got him in a comfortable position you left to go wash his dish turning the light off on your way out "finally" you sighed in relief turning everything off and making your way back to your bedroom

You slightly jumped when you saw Yungyu sitting up in the dark "what are you doing" you said coming up to lay him back down "miss you" he whined grabbing your hands a soft giggle left you as you rushed to the other side of the bed and laying next to him "I'm here go back to bed" you said laying on your side to pet his hair, Yungyu being a little more coherent than he was a few moments ago pulled you closer "thank you" he whispered kissing your nose softly

"Go to sleep gyu" you giggled ignoring you Yungyu continued to leave small kisses all over your face before eventually finding his way to your lips lingering there for a little while he pulled away allowing the both of you to breathe before diving back in his kisses filled with passion and love "yun-gyu" you mumbled on his lips

A soft hum left him as he deepened the kiss to focused on him to finish your sentence after what felt like an eternity the two of your pulled away with Yungyu leaving small pecks on your lips "night night Yn" he said pulling you on top of him letting you snuggle into his neck

His actions caused you to giggle "good night gyu" you said getting comfortable not long after Yungyu you fell into a deep sleep dreaming about Yungyu and your future together.

[lokis-army-77]

I’m the tv show/movie anon. I adore your writings. If you wanted to write something like that I would love for you to use your ideas! When I was thinking of it I just had the generic idea of being a final girl Eddie saving me lol but spooky season is over!

Visit from Strangers

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1766

This is literally based on the movie The Strangers from 2008 but it's not exactly the same.

I'm sorry if this is some awful writing, I had no clue what I was doing and I apparently suck at writing "scary" stuff

Warning: Angst, home invasion, mention of blood.

Masterlist 

The night had started normally. Eddie had driven us back to my place after leaving one of our mutual friend's wedding. We had sat in the living room and made out for a bit before he realized he had left his stash on his dresser.

Before he left, the only weird thing was the sudden knock on the front door. My house was a little way out of town and it was nearing midnight, no one should have been out there. Yet, when Eddie opened the door a girl just shorter than me stood there, a hoody covering her face and standing far away from the reaches of the dim porch light. She had asked for someone, a name I couldn't quite catch with how she was mumbling. Eddie had told her that there wasn’t anyone by that name here and she walked off. 

It was strange and had shaken me only a tiny bit but I was fine for Eddie to leave. He gave me a quick peck on the lips before jogging out to his van. I tidied up around the house for a bit until I heard another knock. The girl was there again, asking for the same person. Hesitantly I turned her away, telling her what Eddie had said only ten minutes before. 

Things had only gotten stranger from there. I could have sworn the sliding glass back door had been locked and closed before I had left earlier in the day but when I felt a cool breeze coming from it I noticed that it was cracked. Then the knocking came again, louder, almost angry. A little freaked out and not wanting to be alone with some crazy girl outside, I rushed to the house phone and called Eddie’s trailer. 

The receiver rang three times before Wayne’s voice filtered through. 

“Wayne, is Eddie there?” I asked my voice shaking on edge.

“No, I thought he was with you?” Wayne had answered. 

“He was but he forgot something at home and went to get it. Can you tell him to call me when he gets there? It’s important.” I sighed into the phone. 

“Sure can do.”

“No, wait,” I quickly rambled when another harsh knock came to the door, “Just tell him to get back here as fast as he can. There’s a lady outside that won't stop knocking on the door and it's creeping me out.” 

“Do you need me to come over with him? Settle the situation, maybe call the police?” 

“No, no Wayne, that won't be necessary. She seems harmless, it's just creepy and I don’t want to be here alone.”

“Alright Sweetheart, I'll tell him to hurry his ass. Be safe and call me if you need.”

“Thank you Wayne, night.”

We hung up and the house was back to being quiet, except for the sound of wind coming back through the glass doors. I shook my head and went back to close them and the curtains over them, not thinking that someone could have come inside while I was facing away on the phone. 

Not even five minutes later the phone rang and I quickly picked up.

“Babe?” Eddie asked worriedly.

“Eddie, I need you to hurry up and get back here, that girl keeps coming back.” 

“I know, Wayne told me. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just need you to get back here fast.”

“I will, Princess, I’m headdin-” Eddie didn't finish his sentence and a loud static filled the receiver.

“Eddie? Eds?” I called into the phone but nothing happened. I tried calling back but it was dead like the line had been cut.

All had seemed fine in the house after that for a few more minutes until it sounded as though someone had opened the front door and come in. 

“Eddie?” I called out, no answer. “Eddie this is so not funny.” Still no answer. Turning around, I went straight for the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife I could find. In the back of my mind, I knew that it wasn’t Eddie, his trailer was at least 25 to 30 minutes away and there was no way he could have gotten here in the time between then and the phone call. 

I knew I shouldn’t have but with the false sense of security given to me by the knife, I walked to the small front hallway slowly. 

“Who’s there?” I asked as I went. “I’ve got a big fucking knife and I’m not afraid to use it. Just leave me alone and you’ll be fine.” It was eerily quiet. “My boyfriend is coming back any second.” I hoped that by saying Eddie was coming they would get scared and leave. I was wrong. 

The front door was closed when I had it in my sight. Then the knocking started again. I backed away, fear taking over. What the fuck is going on? I thought to myself. The knocking stopped but soon after the windchime outside the back door started to sound. 

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening. I repeated over and over to myself as I watched the curtains in horror. Moving closer to them I did what I shouldn't have done, moved them. 

There in the darkness was a man, burlap sack over his head with a face painted onto it. The scream which left my mouth was filled with terror as the man began t beat his hand onto the glass. I backed away as quick as I could going to the front door but then the knocking bargain again. 

My heart began to beat and beat faster as I realized these people had all my exits blocked. I was trapped. I did the only thing I could, I ran to the back bedrooms and look for a place to hide. 

The sound of glass shattering followed me along with the banging on the door. I ran to my bedroom and tried to fit under the bed but the space was too small. Fuck, I’m gonna die here. 

Then everything stopped as I heard the sound of the door shut and quiet footsteps. I raised the knife up and prepared myself to fight these people off when Eddie came through the bedroom door. 

“Shit, Princess, what's going on.” He asked worriedly as he came to me crouching down and taking the knife from my hand. 

“The- The girl had a friend. He was standing outside the back door.” I couldn’t help the waiver in my voice. 

“Did you see what he looked like?”

I shook my head frantically. “No, he was wearing a mask.” 

Eddie furrowed his brows and gripped the knife, standing to his feet. 

“Eddie no, don’t go out there.” I was pleased with him. 

“It’s just for a second. I’m gonna go check and then we can get in the van and go back to the trailer, okay?”

“Okay.” I breathed, standing up to go with him.

We checked the whole house and no one was in sight until we checked the garage. The girl from earlier could be seen through the window, standing in the yard, unmoving. 

Eddie said suggested going out to his van to grab the metal baseball bat he kept in the back, seeing as I had no weapons in the house other than kitchen knives. I had told him not to, but he went anyway. That's when they ambushed us. Stalling Eddie outside while one of them came after me into the house. In hindsight, I should have gone with him to the van and just driven away. 

The man had chased me through the house. I had called for Eddie multiple times but he never came. Before I had gotten chased away, I had seen a third person, another girl out there with Eddie. He had probably been surrounded by the two with no way to get to me. 

With blood running down my arm from a cut the man in the mask inflicted, I ran from him as fast as I could. I used all my energy to run out the back door and into the woods. 

The woods were dark and every little snap of a twig or rustle of leaves as I went past felt like the sound was amplified. Even the sound of my heart racing felt like it could be heard from miles away. Fear was coursing through my veins. I had lost the sound of the man's footsteps when I had entered the tree line. I was thankful he hadn’t followed me in but worried because that left Eddie with the three of them. 

It took me a good five minutes to calm myself down and began to walk cautiously back to the house. At every sound I would stop and hide behind a tree, waiting until I was sure it was nothing. But then I heard hurried footsteps coming my way and I practically tried to push myself into the tree behind me with my hand covering my mouth and nose to keep my ragged breaths from being heard. 

With my eyes closed tight, I listened as the footsteps ran past me and then stopped. Shit I thought, They found me.  But it wasn’t the strangers I saw when I opened my eyes but rather a frazzled and bloody Eddie. 

“Eddie,” I gasped, running the short distance to him. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” I asked trying to find where the blood was coming from. 

“I’m fine princess, but we need to go, now.” He urged me forward, away from the house and further into the woods. 

“How did you get away?” I asked.

“Got that blond girl with the doll mask really good with my bat, then I fucking bolted.” He chuckled. 

“I stabbed the man with the knife. That didn’t stop him from scraping up my arm really bad.” I took my hand off my upper arm to show him the deep oozing cut. 

“Shit babe. Here.” Eddie tore off the bottom chunk of his band shirt and tied it tight around my arm. “We need to get you to the hospital.” 

“I don’t know if I can walk that far.” I could already tell my energy was depleting and with the loss of blood, I was becoming a little dizzy.

“You have to, I’ll carry you when it gets to be too much but we have to keep moving, I don’t want those psychopaths catching up to us.” 

Eddie grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him, each of us looking behind us, paranoid.

[babygirlbdubs]

where the love light gleams

it's christmas eve. it's late. and etho still isn't here.

a gift fic for leaf anon 🍂 happy birthday, and thank you for everything <3

words: 1773 pairing: ethubs ao3 link: (x)

It's late.

He should go to sleep, or lay in bed, or... do something.

Anything.

Anything other than sitting in this damn living room waiting for something he knows will never come.

Bdubs sighs, downing the dregs of his coffee and making a face at the bitter taste. It's hard not to be bitter himself, but... he's the one that gave himself the expectations. Can he blame anyone else?

Yes. He promised.

But Bdubs asked him to.

He groans and stands up, trudging to the kitchen to— he checks his communicator. No messages.— get another cup of coffee. It's cold by now, and he'd much rather have hot chocolate, but he has to stay awake for the rest of the server and their Christmas party in Hermit Village. Scar had insisted that the decorations on his starter base had to be seen at night.

It didn't really matter to Bdubs. He was going to be up late waiting, anyway.

Waiting to inevitably be disappointed, he's sure.

Especially when it's almost midnight, and it's Christmas Eve, and Etho is going to miss it. Again.

He walks back down the stairs, glancing at the clock on the wall. 11:57 pm. Great. Grumbling to himself about no one else understanding a good sleep schedule— it's not about that, really— he pulls out his communicator and shoots a whisper to Tango.

<BdoubleO100> whispers... wrapping up soon?

Tango doesn't answer right away, which Bdubs can't really blame him for. After all, he's probably having fun with everyone else. And Bdubs isn't bitter about it. He did this to himself. Like he did last year. Like he did the year before that. Like he does every year.

The cuckoo clock goes off at midnight, and Bdubs sinks lower into his chair, glaring at the lit but undecorated tree in the corner with malice. As if it had something to do with this.

Another Christmas Eve with no Etho.

Is he even surprised?

He takes another sip of coffee, his nerves now so wrought that when he hears the door downstairs open, he finds himself more annoyed than hopeful.

"I'm not comin' to that stupid party, Tango!"

It'd been Tango that had invited him in the first place.

"Come on, Bdubs, it'll be fun!"

"Nah, it's alright. I'm fine in the Monolith! You just let me know when everyone's ready to go home, and I'll sleep so everyone gets home safe. No biggie."

"You can always take care of that, y'know, at the party."

"It's fine, Tango."

"Ah. I see. You're gonna be wai—"

"I said it's fine!"

... There's no response from Tango.

"Tango?"

Nothing.

"If you're gonna make me get out of my comfy chair..." he grumbles to himself, moving to get up anyway. His feet shuffle against the ground, his slippers making a satisfyingly sleepy noise as he trudges to the stairs and down. He's not paying attention to who is actually at the door as he opens his mouth. "I told you before, I'm perfectly happy spending my night in the Monolith, alo—"

Finally, he lifts his gaze from the stairs as he rounds the corner into the main entrance.

For a few moments, he stands in shocked silence, staring at the man before him. The man before him who is covered in snow and looks increasingly apologetic the longer Bdubs says nothing. And then, simultaneously,

"Etho—" "Bdubs—"

A pause.

"Where have you been!?" "I'm so sorry!"

Bdubs wastes no time rushing down the final two steps to throw himself at Etho— his Etho— wrapping his arms tight around his snowy shoulders. Etho hesitates for a moment in shock before finally relaxing into the embrace and wrapping his arms around Bdubs in reply.

"Bdubs, you're gonna get covered in snow."

"Shut up! You're late!"

Etho winces, and the pair withdraw enough that they can meet one another's eyes while still having their arms around one another. Etho glances to the side, his guilt clear even in the half of his expression Bdubs can see over the mask.

"I'm sorry, Dubs, really. I was on my way when the blizzard rolled in, and my communicator died, and I... I forgot that you keep it nighttime for the party, so there were mobs when I got grounded. I..." He fades off, his gaze still cast to the side.

Bdubs sighs and shakes his head. "You're an idiot."

"Hey!" Etho starts, his eyes snapping back to Bdubs', where he is met with affection.

"Keep your damn communicator charged! I thought you'd—" He huffs, wilting a little.

Etho tugs him a little closer, pressing their foreheads together. "Nah... I promised."

A huff from Bdubs. "You still broke it," he grumbles. "It's past midnight, it's not Christmas Eve anymore."

Another grimace tugs at Etho's face. "I know..." He sighs softly. "Any way the time king can let the extra minutes slide?"

There's a few moments of silence as Bdubs considers, before he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, alright." A smile plays on his lips. "But just this once!"

Etho chuckles and pulls away. "Alright, lemme get this coat off. I don't need you shouting at me about tracking melting snow all over your Monolith."

Bdubs waves him off, despite knowing that's exactly what he'd do if Etho took one step into the Monolith proper like that.

The coat is hung on the rack, Bdubs brushes the snow off himself, and fingers are interlaced as Bdubs starts to drag Etho up the stairs.

"You got any hot chocolate?"

Bdubs shoots a glare back at him. "Do I have hot chocolate— is that even a question!? Of course I have hot chocolate! It's winter, and I run a coffee shop!" He huffs and mutters under his breath, "Do I have hot chocolate..."

Etho is laughing, squeaking a little between beats. It draws a warm blush to Bdubs' cheeks. He's missed that sound far too much. His grip on Etho's hand tightens just so as they approach the living room.

As they enter, Etho casts his gaze about, taking in any changes from the last time he was here. Really, it's not much. Just the undecorated tree, and a couple exchanged paintings. All in all, it's... fairly underwhelming. Not at all expected of the man who built the Crastle.

"What, Bdubs, your tree isn't even decorated?"

Bdubs is quiet as Etho drops his hand and walks around the room.

"No Christmas music playing, no lights hung up outside..."

"Yeah, well if you're lookin' for mistletoe, you ain't gonna find that neither!" He crosses his arms, not too fond of Etho's critiques considering— Well. Considering he'd been saving the tree decorating for when Etho was here.

Etho's brow raises at Bdubs' pointed words, and he crosses the room to stand in front of Bdubs. "Do I need mistletoe?" Bdubs can hear the bastard's smile beneath his mask.

His breath hitches anyway, eyes widening as Etho reaches a hand up to the edge of his mask, waiting for Bdubs' response.

"Awfully presumptuous," Bdubs mumbles, not wanting to give in just yet. ...Wanting to give in very badly, but not letting himself, more like it.

"Bdubs..." He tugs at his mask a little more.

"Oh, just come here!"

Etho laughs and pulls down his mask and... yeah. There's the face Bdubs has missed so desperately. His eyes trace the scar down Etho's face over his lips, lingering for a moment before tilting his head up to meet them with his own. Soft... pleading... His eyes squeeze shut as Etho returns the kiss, relishing each second he has within this moment. Relishing each iota of time with Etho here.

When the kiss is broken, Bdubs finds his hands on Etho's chest, gripping lightly at his shirt. He pouts a little, but his voice is quiet and sincere as he speaks.

"I was waiting for you to get here so we could decorate together..." He refuses to meet Etho's gaze.

"Aw, Bdubs..." Etho puts his hands over Bdubs'. "I'm here now."

"It's too late to decorate anything outside." Bdubs peers up at Etho. "And the ornaments are all the way down in the basement, and—"

"Well, why don't we leave all that for tomorrow, then?"

"Tomorrow's Christmas."

"You built Horse Course in like. A day."

"Well, I am a master builder, after all."

"Uh huh."

Etho gives Bdubs' hands a squeeze before removing them from his chest and withdrawing, making his way over to a jukebox. "There is one thing we can fix tonight, though." He starts rifling through the barrels nearby, searching for whichever one stores the music discs. "Ah, here we go." The record is placed, the needle moved to the proper position, the music set to start.

First the speakers crackle with the few rotations of silence, giving Etho time to return to Bdubs' side. Etho interlaces a hand with one of Bdubs' while his other finds a home on Bdubs' waist, all the while leaving Bdubs gazing up at him with intense affection. He rolls his eyes with a smile as Etho closes the distance between them, the music starting to fill the room.

"A dance?" Bdubs asks, with only a little bit of incredulity in his tone.

"Well we have to dance on Christmas Eve, Bdubs! Tradition!" He starts to sway with his partner, small steps leading the other.

Bdubs can't help but let out a warm laugh, finally letting his irritation melt away as Etho tugs him along. The song is smooth and melodic at first, letting them cherish their shared space. Bdubs presses close to Etho's chest and Etho wraps his arm more securely around Bdubs' torso. It's all too easy to fall back into their old traditions from years ago, before things got so... Bdubs pushes the thoughts out of his mind, letting himself lean against his partner and simply enjoy the simplicity of the moment.

As the song swells, Etho withdraws to spin Bdubs, who laughs while Etho grins at him. And then it's back to being held close, the scent of jungle grass and sharp snow filling Bdubs' senses. It's nice, Bdubs thinks. Having him here. It's nice, the way they look at each other with adoration as they skill-lessly slow dance through the living room. It's nice, the way Bdubs will stay up to watch the snow tonight, and know he won't be alone.

The other Hermits enjoy their party, chatting and eating and drinking beneath Scar's elven tree. One might not even notice amidst the grandeur that warm light pools in one of the Monolith windows, silhouetting a dancing pair, reunited— even if late— just as promised.

[naniskys]

hi!!!! gmmtv part 2 is happening soon so i wanted to ask you a few questions :)

what kind of shows are you expecting?? what kind of shows so you want to see??? which couples do you want to get a show and which couple do you think will get one??? is there anything you don’t want to see at all???

<3

sorry anon this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month, but it's gmmtv24 p2 eve so i'm finally getting around to answering it :)

ngl i haven't been super up to date on gmmtv stuff lately + a lot of my favourite actors aren't in the lineup which is kinda sad :(

NEVERTHELESS, let us proceed with the fun stuff hehehe

Predictions

Based off what artists have leaked + reddit detectives + my general delusions: (first 5 with asterisks are ones i'm extra excited for!!! :D)

**firstkhao mafia romcom directed by p'jojo - fk have a series confirmed by khao himself, and all their interactions with p'jojo ever since that first sus ig story makes this one almost 100% confirmed for me (maybe not all the details exactly, but fk with p'jojo at the very least).

**estwilliam cp debut - ALL THE DETECTIVE WORK HAS CONVINCED ME, after greatinn and thorfluke were successfully sussed out before part 1, i have faith that this is gonna come true too 🙏

**KRISTSINGTO COMEBACK - YOU DON'T JUST BRING BACK SINGTO WITHOUT EVERYONE CALLING FOR THIS and there's nothing gmmtv loves more than the big bucks so we all know this is happening 😌

**bounprem's vampire project reannounced (possibly with a new trailer) - i think this one's a given and probably why bp will be there. i'm not sure how long this whole sws gmmtv overhaul has been in the works for, so i dont know whether they'd have filmed a new trailer or not, but i'm expecting some more gmmtv artists to be added to the cast as well.

**new perthchimon bl - i hate myself for not staying up to date enough on perthchimon news lately😭 but i swear someone somewhere strongly hinted at it ???

new joongdunk bl (more adult setting??) - again, i swear i saw someone somewhere confirming/hinting at this, but idk

At least 1 more gl announced - 23.5 is going pretty well and i think they're gonna keep trying it out (emibonnie? viewjune? janjane?)

lego lykn's acting debut + mark pakin main role - As confirmed by the people themselves in livestreams (just grouping them together for shits and giggles lol) also leads me to think some of the other lykn members might dip into acting? 👀

gemini in a het series (with prim or a newbie) - definitely expecting non-bl works for both gemini and fourth, and i've been seeing stuff about geminiprim?? 👀

Wishlist

perthchimon non-school bl directed by p'aof - i will happily take them in whatever capacity we get but i'd love to see them with p'aof in a more mature setting + with a solid good plot

perth in a bl with a different cp partner - i love perthchimon and i love dangerous romance with all my heart, but i also love mixing and matching all the blorbos and i'd love to see perth opposite some others (gmmtv would give us ohmperth if they weren't cowards)

more plot-heavy bls where romance isn't necessarily the main thing - i want to see some less tropey works, where the non-romance plot is more the main focus of the the show

midnight museums s2 - this is not in a million years happening, but a girl can dream 😭😭

dark romance/something more gritty - honestly thing gmmtv does best with their lighter shows, which is why i think it'd be interesting to see them branch out a bit more

another bounprem bl 🤪 - this probably wouldn't have even happened before the gmmtv switch, and don't think it's gonna happen now, but bp are my day 1s and i'm always gonna root for them, solo or together 🥹🥹💞

sports bl !!!! - i've been on a sports drama kick lately, and gmmtv has plenty of sporty people, so make it happen!!

a proper enemies to lovers bl (WITHOUT a childhood meeting reveal) - i need them to truly DESPISE each other's guts before they get together

heartliming spinoff 🫡 - geminifourth's best work imo and i don't think anything will ever beat it for me <3 it would make for such a good show if it's executed well (i have full faith in gem4th and p'aof), it's been too long now, but i would actually die if this happened

a platonic friendship-based show - i just wanna see a really good friendship group (which we can make gay in the headcanons anyway lol) and put them in situations, whether it be crime fighting, trouble making or anything in between honestly

be gay do crime - need i say more? (why are half of my wishes lowkey the same thing reworded 💀)

I think that's all i have in mind (for now). Happy gmmtv24 part 2 everyone !!!! <33

[ileftherbackhome]

I need to know what you think about the whole Joe thing because at this point I'm genuinely so confused as to what's going on

i hesitate to even answer this at all, anon, because I'm honestly in the same boat as you.

all i can honestly say is something about this situation doesn't feel right to me. i don't really wanna say too much because i dont want to fan the joe is a beard bullshit but the whole "differences in personality" thing... almost that exact same wording was used during the coverage of the harris x swift break-up. im not gunna look it up but if you research the people article for it, you can see what im talking about.

we also know that as soon as midnights, her most accurate album to date, she wrote sweet nothing about her relationship with Joe. Its a really hard pill for me to swallow that after seven years of music about how supportive and how understanding he is of her career, the thing that broke them apart was "differences in personality."

but then there is haim, gigi, blake and ryan, austin unfollowing him off instagram. why? why would they do that right now, in the middle of her tour being made about this fucking break up, when they absolutely KNOW that people will be reading into those actions. however, there is also the possibility that none of those people were actually following on insta to begin with because he doesnt actually post on there. i have no way of verifying that they actually recently unfollowed him but the words of the same fans who believed he deleted the cat photo of his insta when it was just a story in the first place.

all i can say for certain is the pap pictures are planned easter eggs about a work related project. she knows we expect speak now so it would be the perfect time to throw another curveball at us. i can also see taylor deciding to have some fun with the media coverage of her tour, especially if she is announcing a film soon in which she tackles fame and the media specifically in it, when she told us in lavender haze the way she protects her relationship is by ignoring the media. like, she could be showing us how much of a mastermind she actually is. like, im getting so much deja vu from 1989 era and the fact that she used the same wording as calvin harris break up, that makes me so suspicious. i still think she's planning on coming out this summer so im not sure if this could somehow be related to that?

i keep going back to the coverage of this relationship, the media narrative she crafted of this man who supports her superstardom and just wants to be in her presence and nothing else, and how it's a complete 180 from everything she has let us know up to this point. like, the fact that in the span of 2 weeks, we have had swifties take the narrative from "they broke up" to "he cheated on her" also just makes me feel like super gross about the situation.

like i am just not a fan of all the drama about taylor's personal life all of a fucking sudden now that we think she's single as a fandom. like, wow, and like she spent so much of their relationship shading the people who called it fake or disgenuine, that i just... i dont know. nothing about how this is playing out makes any sense to me.

taylor hid the relationship for almost a year, you don't think she would have waited until the tour was over to release this news??? and then we got the pic of joe, which like, thats the first pap pic ive ever seen of him alone i think and that also makes me question why we're seeing him right after taylor. like, she was so happy right up until tour, it kind of makes me think something dramatic did happen because why did they all unfollow him?

i just don't really know what the fuck is going on. I dont really believe any of what they say is the reason they broke up, i guess. if they did break up, it sure as shit isnt even close to what the media is running with imho.

and then im like idk this whole thing just doesnt make sense and that's really all i have to say about it.

[wyattjohnston]

key take aways from the feedback i was given about the exchanges. i've responded to a few of the responses that were left :)

you can still leave feedback (even if you didn't participate, i'd be interested in why!)

i got a lot of love, too, which is nice. i don't do this to be praised or anything else but i also do love to know when people are having fun with it

What changes (if any) would you like to see?

Maybe like one or two people who are not writing in the fic exchange could act as "beta" and be there to bounce off ideas, help find gifs, give feed back on things that people are writing. Someone that we can talk to without fear of them telling the person we are writing for what the idea is/ worrying they are the person writing for "me". If that makes sense.

this is an excellent idea--i just don't know if it's feasible because most of the people who would act as a beta reader are usually signed up for the exchange

so! i absolutely cannot enforce a blanket ban on asking for help from another writer in the exchange and i wouldn't want to. the only thing you're 'ruining' at that point, is that you aren't writing for the person you've asked to beta. we had 43 people sign up this time around, that doesn't narrow it down too much.

if you do have a beta who is writing in the exchange, just be courteous and don't ask them anything about their fic, and do not put them in the awkward position of having to decline if you offer to beta theirs. also maybe don't put the name of the person you're writing for in the doc/doc title so you're not totally spoiling who the fic is for :)

i'm also around if you need help! it obviously would be impossible for me to help 40 people with brainstorming and editing, but i try to do what i can!

i could maybe add a new question like “would you be down to help someone else with fic ideas/being a beta?” and then if someone told me they needed some help, i could put some feelers out as to who would be best suited. i just don’t know if it would be a question a lot/enough people would agree to just because like i said up top, the people who would beta are usually already knee deep in their own fic

(not verbatim) a couple of suggestions to add a question about what the Main Character’s gender identity should be

will absolutely do this. i usually see people ask the question as an anon for reader insert preference so had taken for granted that that was happening <3

Maybe include a time zone in the deadline

i dont put a time zone with the deadline mostly because it makes it more confusing. if i were to do that i would make it Australian Eastern Time, like the sign ups, and i guarantee that fics will roll in towards midnight of the writers timezones anyway. all in all, the final date is purposely left without a time specific deadline because it gives people an extra day almost. i'll make it clearer that it's literally just midnight of whatever time zone the writer exists in

tbh even the sign up time isn't super hard and fast, as long as i haven't started matching yet then i'm not opposed to opening the form for a last minute entry

Do you have any other feedback?

If anything, maybe a mock-up of "starter questions" to send your match in case people are new and/or don't know quite what to say. That might be helpful.

i'll come up with some questions before the next one and put it in the matches have gone out post. if you've got suggestions, let me know. there’s no fool proof system to it. some people ask lots of questions, some ask very few. some people give super in depth answers and others prefer to let their writer run free

I like having the two-ish months to be able to write instead of a very fast and stressful turn around time

good news! two months is here to stay. giving the halfway and then 1 week follow ups seems to be the key to making sure people don't forget that they've signed up

What were the factors in you not signing up?

timing, re holidays & commitments

absolutely understand, it's not a great time of year with holidays and exams for a lot of people

nervous to sign up

please don't be! i know it's not as easy as that, but if it's something anyone wants to talk about (ever! now, in march, when sign ups open for the summer one), i want to talk to you!

if i see a new person has signed up and i haven't read their fics before, i don't go scrutinising their masterlist and i am never ever going to tell anyone that they're not good enough, or haven't written enough fics, or whatever, to sign up.

i want people to have fun with these and try something new (whether that's signing up in the first place or being adventurous with what they write)

I wasn't sure if I could commit to getting the story completed.

100% understand, writing to a deadline isn't for everyone! if you want to. if it's something you want to have a chat about, hit me up :)

What do you like most about the exchange?

i loved hearing that people enjoyed stepping out of their comfort zones and trying something new! and i also love hearing that people found new writers, my goal is to help make the community a little more *together*

[shealmostdrowned]

i LOVE all the midnights q’s and i was abt to list like 5 of them so if nobody else jumps in pls take this as ur go ahead to answer them all !! 💜🪻🔮☔️

babes you exhaust me (affectionate) omgg!! challenge accepted though because i love you, my little grey sunglasses friend 💕💕

midnights ask game questions and answers under the cut:

1. Lavender Haze — Do you let other people’s opinions of you influence you? not really. i take them into account but will ultimately make my own choices

2. Maroon — Is there someone that holds the title of ›the one that got away‹ for you? almost. and i'm begging the universe that this answer never changes to "yes"

3. Anti-hero — What’s an insecurity of yours that you have overcome? i can't think of one i've successfully overcome but i'm working on accepting my weirdness and excitability. i used to bounce around and enjoy things but then i got self conscious about being "too much"

4. Snow On The Beach — Are you crushing on anyone right now? yes 😌😌

5. You’re On Your Own Kid — If you were given the chance to go back in time and change your past would you? Why or why not. no because i don't know what i could do differently. every mistake or shitty moment is something i've learned from

6. Midnight Rain — What dream are you chasing right now? peace and comfort. as cheesy as that is hahah!!

7. Question…? — Ask a question of your choice. 💕😎 ANON COME BACK AND ASK YOUR CHOICE 😎💕

8. Vigilante Shit — Forgiveness or Revenge? forgiveness (but the revenge fantasies are many and tempting)

9. Bejeweled — Do you like being the center of attention? nope!!

10. Labyrinth — What’s something that’s been on your mind for a long time that you just don’t seem to be able to escape? the fear that everyone i love doesn't actually care about me and will leave me...

11. Karma — Do you believe in Karma? yes! always have, always will

12. Sweet Nothing — What sweet nothings do you indulge in to enjoy yourself? iced coffee or peach tea in the sunshine. nothing hits like that

13. Mastermind – Do you have a story, memory, video etc. of yourself that you would show someone if you wanted to show them the real you?

14. The Great War — What’s in your ‘memory garden’? i don't really understand what this means i'm sorry

15. Bigger Than The Whole Sky — Is there someone you’ve lost in one way or another that you keep imagining being with you at certain moments in your life? my childhood best friend. i always picture him around and going through all these different moments with me

16. Paris — When was the last time you played pretend? i actually have no idea

17. High Infidelity — Would you forgive someone’s infidelity? it would depend on the circumstances but most likely, yes. things happen and it sucks but, again... it depends

18. Glitch — What’s your opinion on long-distance relationships? they're hard but you do you, babe. they're not all that different to irl relationships these days with how connected you can be

19. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve — Are you haunted by something? yes. and that's the only answer you'll get.

20. Dear Reader — If your life was a book what would its title be? some song reference i'm sure hahah

[the-writing-mill]

Integration prompt 2: Obi-Wan is being a bedwarmer while Jango is doing work when Obi-Wan feels Anakin die. Jango doesn’t know what’s going on but he’s WORRIED bc Obi-Wan is having a full on panic attack. Just some major guilty Obi-Wan and hella worried Jango who doesn’t know how to deal with Obi-Wan after Anakin (who in mandalorian terms is Obi-Wan child) dies

AO3 link

He didn’t realize what had happened immediately.

It wasn’t like with Qui-Gon. It didn’t burn, there was no trickle of pain to surge but grow steadily into a tidal wave. He didn’t expect it, didn’t think to watch it.

Instead, instead of feeling the break, he felt the void. Absence.

It made sense, in some part of his mind that could still think. He and Anakin had been separated so far for so long, the bond had naturally faded. There was a phantom bond, of course, and that meant that they’d always have an easier time sensing each other or remaking a bond.

But it was Anakin. Regardless of any prophecies he may or may not be a part of, he was so strong, so connected to the force.

Of course Obi-Wan could feel him die.

“-Wan. Obi-Wan!” a voice broke through the silence.

A silence that didn’t exist, Obi-Wan realized as he reregistered the sounds of the room, the building, Jango leaning against the bed and shifting the sheets, his own ragged breathing and sobs.

Jango was looking at him, concern clear on his face and in the force. The force that was otherwise full of the absence of Anakin. His Little Nova, already burnt out and Obi-Wan hadn’t been there, hadn’t done anything-

“Obi-Wan, you need to breath. Do you understand? In, out, in, out, just breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?” Jango asked, hand coming up to stroke and comb his hair, grounding him physically.

Obi-Wan tried to breathe and was far too gone to care that it came out haggard and sobbing and broken. Jango’s face pinched in pain as he worried. Obi-Wan watched as Jango retracted his hand and his expression hardened into one Obi-Wan recognized as determined.

Jango grabbed Obi-Wan’s pad from where it had apparently ended up next to him on the bed and put it on the nightstand. Then he carefully moved over Obi-Wan until he was on the far side and turned Obi-Wan to face him. Jango drew him into an embrace, holding him close.

It made Obi-Wan realize that he was shaking, uncontrollably and unwillingly.

The force felt so cold, so empty, without Anakin.

“What’s going on, Obi-Wan? What’s wrong?” Jango asked, voice soothing and calm. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but consider him like a rock, thoroughly rooted in the storm. Except he was more like a cave, offering Obi-Wan shelter.

The force felt so empty. So empty, it filled him with emotions he couldn’t control, and were too much to even try to meditate into order at the moment.

“Anakin, he-” Obi-Wan managed to choke out before cutting himself off with a sob.

Jango shushed him and started petting his hair again, trying to comfort him. And Jango felt so warm, but the force was so cold now.

“Anakin?” Jango asked after a few moments, when Obi-Wan was back to breathing harshly instead of crying.

“My… my padawan, Anakin. He would have been a knight by now,” Obi-Wan explained, “he’s dead. I felt it.”

Obi-Wan felt himself start to cry again, but silently. Confessing it made it real, made it truly sink in, and he was too tired to sob audibly in a galaxy where Anakin had just died.

He felt a flash of hurt, accompanied by nervous worry, and then Jango was holding him even tighter. Obi-Wan was mostly still except for the slight shuddering of his chest, but he was tense from pain. Jango held him gently, hand stroking his hair and occasionally wandering down his sides with care.

Slowly, very slowly, Obi-Wan thought, although he couldn’t keep track of time even if he cared to try, he started to relax. Or drain away, might have been a better way to explain it. He was so tired, so warn out. And the force was still so cold and empty but Jango was holding him full and the man felt warm. A small bit of… something like contentment filtered lightly through the force the more he calmed down and relaxed.

He felt his eyes start to flutter close as they finally dried. He tried to keep them open and, when that failed, licked his lips to speak better.

“I should… I should return to the cot. I think I need to sleep,” he said, voice hollow. He couldn’t bring himself to care about that at the moment, however.

“No, you should stay here. You can sleep here for the night,” Jango said, tone soft but firm, “you need to rest, Obi-Wan. You should do it here.”

Obi-Wan felt distantly like he shouldn’t. He was supposed to sleep on the cot. But he didn’t have the energy to do much, let alone move to the cot when he was already here, or argue with Jango.

  Jango watched Obi-Wan finally drop into sleep as he continued to pet the man’s hair. He spent a few minutes just watching Obi-Wan, constantly checking to make sure he was sleeping somewhat restfully and going deeper and deeper into sleep.

When he was certain Obi-Wan was well and truly asleep, he finally allowed himself to really reflect on what had happened.

It was… sad, what had happened to Obi-Wan’s padawan, the closest thing he had had to an ad. It wasn’t the exact same thing, although they would have Integrated Obi-Wan and Anakin as alit if they had both been captured. But they hadn’t, and Anakin Skywalker had been an adult by Mandalorian and Republic standards since Obi-Wan was put in Integration, not an ad, and they hadn’t had Anakin be anything else but another Jedi Obi-Wan wasn’t going to be encouraged to think about until he finished becoming Mandalorian, to avoid confusion.

Jango would have to be careful about this. Obi-Wan would grieve, and it was good for him to process that grief, but he couldn’t be allowed to do any unintegrating when remembering Anakin, part of his life in the Republic as one of their jetii. And Jango was also ambitious. Obi-Wan needed comfort now, which Jango had already provided and going to continue to provide. There was potential here to actually multi-task by helping Obi-Wan both with his grieving and his Integration, to make them actually work together and work off of each other.

Obi-Wan had already been convinced to sleep in his bed to start the grieving process, and Jango hadn’t even needed to use the pills like he had planned to do later this week. It was the start of healthy healing and further integration.

Jango let himself lean forward to kiss Obi-Wan’s temple before he slowly pulled away to start manipulating Obi-Wan under the sheets for better sleep.

Obi-Wan would get through this, and he’d come out of his grief an even stronger Mandalorian. Jango would make sure of it.

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I know this is weird but maybe librarian Venti? Maybe reader goes to that library everyday just to see Venti (I don't really know how to write smut so I'm very sorry about that) And thank you to all the anons and El for feeding us

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word count: 1.3k

warning: NSFW content ahead

Hnhgg yes library sex, cockwarming session, and venti secretly fingering you underneath the table, so many scenarios you can possibly imagine hhh

         On his break, he’ll pull you somewhere secluded in the library. Probably the history section since it’s been rarely visited and almost untouched. He’ll gently push you against the shelves and wedge himself in between your knees. One arm propped beside your head and the other cradled your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

            It was soft and innocent at first. Slow and sometimes breaking the kiss for a bit to catch your breath before going back in to connect your lips together. With your shy kisses, it just makes him smile and wants to be gentle with you, holding himself back whenever he becomes starved and greedy for your body. Venti caresses your face and hair before giving you one more kiss and sucking your bottom lip between his teeth.

            His fingers fiddled with the buttons of your top, unfastening them halfway through until your chest was enough for him to see. You brought down your blouse and let it hang over your elbows, not fully taking it off while he brushed his lips on your soft skin and sucked on it. 

            Your breathing was heavy and you felt yourself getting warm as his palms slid up to your inner thighs, lifting your skirt up with it. You tightly clutched on his sweater and angled your head to give him more space to mark between your neck and shoulders. 

            “Venti…” You breathily moaned and shut your eyes tightly, feeling his fingers tracing your pussy through your damp panties. “Do you… Do you really want to do it h-here?” A sharp gasp slipped from your lips when his thumb circled and rubbed your pussy before pushing a digit in and thrusting in and out of you without a care in the world.

            He simply hummed against your skin and continued fingering you. Your hips bucked at the satisfying feeling, causing you to lean against his chest and put all your weight on him. Your legs quivered the more he pumps his fingers and you can feel something wet trickling down your thighs. 

            Your vision has become so blurry. Mind clouded with lust and desire for Venti and it just makes everything hazy the more you think about him. You were lost in the feeling of his fingers curling in your tight walls that had you panting and moaning laboriously. Your boyfriend yanked down your bra and pulled out your breasts, getting a good look at them before proceeding to latch his lips on one of your perked buds, hungrily suctioning it.

            You’re extremely sensitive whenever he plays with your nipples and when his teeth graze onto it, you unknowingly dug your nails into his arms. Venti paid no mind if you’re scratching his skin, he only wants to make you feel good that’s why he’s using his spare time to do this with you. 

            Even if everything seems so hasty and sudden, he still prioritizes pleasuring your body inside the library. He doesn’t have enough time to drag you to his dorm and fuck you, and knowing this is the only secluded section of the library everyone rarely visits, he decided to make out with you here. 

            Your short moans and whines continue to come out in a never-ending hymn. He studies your face, searching for any signs of pain that he caused. Finding nothing, he continued playing your nipple with his tongue and gently bit on it. He added another finger in and the pacing of his fingers pounding into your wet pussy increases. You can faintly see below a small puddle forming on the ground and it just brings a burning warmth to your face seeing such lewd juices staining the floor.

            “Mngh~!! Venti...!” Your moans turned into a yelp when he flicked his fingers to your spot and before you lost your balance, he quickly caught you and released his mouth from your breast, yet his fingers weren’t stopping. He finally found your sensitive spot and the thrusting turned harsher, faster, and deeper into you— a frenzy fingerfucking session that he badly wants to make you cum solely with his skilled fingers.

            Venti faintly hears the sound of the heels clicking against the wooden floor. He pulled you close to him and swiftly dragged himself to the corner of the room. He quiets your moans with a deep kiss, drinking them in and pushing himself against your body to hide your small figure.

            He didn’t stop his ministrations though. Continuing to stretch you out and parting your legs with his knees when you attempted to shut them closed. You broke the kiss and panted heavily to regain oxygen however you haven’t even gathered enough air and he was already back to locking your lips together. 

            You whined and grasped on his shirt, wet tears falling down from your eyes at the feeling of your lungs burning from lack of breath. He parted for a bit and shushed you, licking your tears while he fucks your tight cunt.

            “Shh, I hear someone walking here. We don’t want anyone to see us now, do we?”

            Shaking your head slowly to answer him, you bury your face on his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Venti took a peek behind the bookshelves, looking around to make sure no one was present anymore. He dragged you to a nearby table and had you sat on it. Fully raising up your skirt, he pulled apart your thighs and deliberately removed your panties away, a string of your slick following along and staining your skin. 

            He lowered himself to lick away all your juices and went ahead to put back his fingers inside your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of Venti’s warm breath brushing your inner thighs. He lifts himself up and settles his chin on your shoulder, whispering to you with dirty words, saying he wants to put his hard cock inside your dripping cunt and to fuck you badly until you can’t feel your legs anymore. To rail you from behind while he pounds you against the bookshelves and make you cum all over his dick.

            Your walls suddenly clenched around him and a small devious smirk painted across his face as he admires your blushing and shy features at his successful dirty talking. His thrusts sped up and slowed down in different intervals before he eventually settled on curling his fingers once more to graze against your special spot. 

            You tilted your head back and covered your mouth to tone down your moans but it’s almost hard to do so if he continues moving them in and out of you. Your walls flutter around his fingers and a strange, hot sensation flows into your stomach. Legs quivering violently, toes writhing, and your eyes watering from immense satisfaction, you arched your back and cried through your pressed palms as you reached your orgasm and squirted all over his hands.

            Your lover inclined himself against you and pushed you until your back was laid on the cold surface of the table. Your pussy was throbbing and wrecked and you really don’t think you’d be able to handle another round if that’s what he wanted. 

            Exhausted, you attempted to search for the library’s clock through your fuzzy perception. It reminded you his break is over and he has to go back to his duty. Weakly cupping his cheeks, you nuzzled your noses together and gave a short and sweet kiss to his lips.

            “It’s almost time.” You told him. Venti pressed his brows together and pouted. He wanted to fuck so badly and now here he was whining against your shoulder, crying about why time flies so fast whenever he’s with you. You can’t do anything to stop time even though you wish you had the ability to do it so he can have his ways with you. 

            You ran your fingers through his dark locks and lifted his head up to look at him right in the eyes. “You can come to my dorm later tonight.” You suggested. His green eyes sparkled up in joy and excitement as an idea came to him.

            “Or how about you meet me later here at midnight? I’ll be in charge of keeping the keys after this day.” He shifted until his lips were brushing the tip of your ears, licking and nibbling on it teasingly while his hand settled on your hips.

            “After all, I did say I’ll be railing you from behind to make you feel good while you’re leaning against the shelves. I want to see it happen later so make sure to dress up for me, okay~?”

[samplingmoonsters]

Imagine Dream bring the mega simp he is and Techno just bring completely oblivious

Then just imagine, they are just hanging out together, it's winter so they have scarfs and thick jackets. Dream's face is just blushing, Techno realizes and goes "hey are you alright, are you sick?" And Dream internally is having a gay panic and hides his face in his scarf as he just stammers out "o-oh yeah I'm fine", Techno doesn't believe him so he grabs his face to get a better look and Dream is just dying

Winter in the Antarctic was harsh and unforgiving. Besides the occasional snowstorms wrecking chaos over the icy lands, the temperature also dropped to an almost unbearable level. At least in the eyes of Dream, who despite his thick winter coat and scarf still feels the ruthless cold on his skin. Yet another shudder travels down his back while he rubs his gloveless hands together, trying to warm them up without success. Not for the first time, since stepping out of Technoblade’s warm hoot, he regrets not wearing gloves. He should have really thought ahead before following the hybrid outside to spend more time with him, only to end up watching the man chop firewood while he stood behind freezing his ass off.

When Technoblade said ‘he had something important to do outside’ Dream thought he meant taking care of his million dogs or maybe visiting Philza or something, not chopping wood!

Not that the sight in front of him isn’t appealing… To be honest, Technoblade looks rather hot with his ax in hand and sweat dripping down his face. The way the man pulls the weapon down, the muscles in his arms constricting with the movement and red eyes sparkling in the early morning light is one of the hottest sights Dream has the honour and pleasure to witness. Once again, Dream’s eyes wander up Technmoblade’s shoulders, forest green eyes watch the broad shoulders move under the thin white shirt, analyzing every movement like a hawk hunting their prey. While it’s kind of strange to see Technoblade so unbothered by the cold, Dream is thankful to finally have an opportunity to watch Technoblade’s impressive muscles in action without looking like a creep. It’s not like he could stare at the man while they’re dueling, he would just end up with a sword in his chest… or worse.

It’s not often that the man doesn’t wear his iconic red cloak, so Dream takes the rare opportunity to remember every detail of the usually hidden parts of Technoblade’s beautiful body.

He is so distracted by Technoblade’s broad shoulders that he doesn’t even realize when said man stops moving. An awkward cough catches his attention and without thinking Dream looks up, eyes finding blood red ones. He stares into the red pools like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Guilt and embarrassment overtaking his body from being caught checking out his rival like a slice of steak.

For several seconds no one says anything while the rivals stare at each other. Their warm breath evaporates in the cold air, it’s a stark contrast to the ever-building tension slowly wrapping around them like a thick blanket.

Dream’s sure that his face must resemble a tomato at this point. Not able to bear one more second of the awkward staring contest, Dream looks away, green dots now staring at Techno’s chest instead of his face. “…what?” Dream breathes out, his voice muffled from the scarf wrapped around him.

Instead of answering, Techno tilts his head to the side, red eyes squinting at him, “Hey, be real with me for a moment,” Techno begins, another long breath escaping icy lips, “are you...sick or something?”

Dream’s brain short circuit, every one of his synapses snapping from the pure panic overtaking his body. His thoughts are an ongoing stream of omgomgomgomgomg--- while he slowly falls into the early stages of a panic attack. He can feel his blush intensify, if that is even possible, freckles standing out against the bright red cheeks like stars in a midnight sky. For the first time since stepping outside, Dream feels warm, body almost catching on fire from the pure embarrassment. The break from the bitter cold would be a relieving sensation in any other situation. How could he possibly explain to Technoblade that he isn’t actually sick but simply flushed from watching the hybrid chop wood without sounding like a total creep and freak!?

Simply Impossible!

Taking Dream’s silence has a bad sight, Techno continues, a worried frown overtaking his usually stoic expression, “Your face is all red.” he waves a hand over his own face, “Dream,” Techno sounds so disappointed Dream could cry, “if you are sick you shouldn’t have followed me outside.”

Hiding his face into his scarf from sheer embarrassment, he shakes his head, “I’m- uhm- I-I’m not sick…” he mumbles, unsure if the hybrid could even understand him with how he is burying his face into the soft fabric.

Dream would really appreciate a sudden zombie attack right now. Anything to distract the pigman.

Not satisfied with the blond’s unsure answer, Techno steps forward, large, warm hands curling around Dream’s face. The blond let out a surprised breath at the unexpected touch, eyes widening when his face is lifted out of the soft fabric. No way to escape the strong hold on his cheeks, Dream has no other choice but to meet blood-red eyes once more. He feels like a small bunny under the Blood God’s wandering gaze.

Like a sacrifice ready to meet their demise.

Technoblade eyes pierce into him, sharp like a sword and just as dangerous. Dream shudders under the intense gaze and he couldn’t help but lean into the large hands cradling his face, oh so carefully. Rough hands that usually only know cruelty and the lust for blood, are caressing his face like he’s something precious, something to be loved. And Dream falls under the soft touch like a man meeting the sharp end of a sword in a sweet death. A shaky breath escapes frozen pink lips and Dream closes his eyes, at last surrendering to the man he loved.

Silence fell over them.

Dream wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. Feeling Technoblade’s loving touch for all eternity.

Of course nothing lasts forever and the serene silence is broken by the hybrid once more, “Hmm… you’re certainly burning up and your face is all red too.”

All of the sudden the warm hands disappear and Dream has to bite his lip to swallow down the whine that wants to escape his throat. Green eyes fly open and look up at the piglin, “Wait--- what?” Dream has totally forgotten about Technoblade’s allegation, too lost in their sweet moment to remember anything that happened shortly before Technoblade’s hands found his face.

“Memory problems too?” Techno half-teases, a grin forming around pearly-white tusks, “Now you really need to lie down. Let’s better go inside before your condition worsens.” Techno turns around to lift up his ax which lays forgotten in the snow next to the chopped firewood. He turns back around and takes Dream’s wrist with his free hand, slowly steering the other male towards the small house a few feet away.

Still somewhat lost from the sudden turn of events, Dream lets himself be dragged through the snow without complaint, the ice crystals crunching under their feet with each step. Green eyes fall to the large hand curled around his wrist, and he hopes Techno can’t feel the way his pulse is racing under his skin.

Feeling brave, he pushes his hand down far enough to curl their fingers together. Techno reciprocates the simple touch, a low hum escaping his lips as he tightens his hold around Dream’s hand.

Feeling pleasantly warm in the freezing cold, Dream buries his face into his green scarf and smiles softly, heart soaring in his chest like the sun slowly rising in the distance.

Spring is coming.

(I write this at 2am after coming back from a night out with my friends! I hope you like it anon! <3 Yes I was a little tipsy while writing this.)

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Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear  📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go. 

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

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❛ THE PROPOSITION ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Chapter Three, final. Index.

Request #1: Hola! Angel asking for Felipe to have Marisol's ring cause he went to propose to his girlfriend. But Felipe says No cause he thinks EZ deserve its more. ( And cause WE know he love EZ more ) So Angel is like " Fuck this shit" And either is breaks in Felipe house to steal this ring Or Either he go brought the biggest and perfect ring ! 🤩

BY ANON

Request #2: Hey! Angel do something very impressive for his girlfriend ( like big and impressive asking for marriage or Travel 5 states just for see her) and this ending by Felipe being very impressive by his Sons and take conscience he is a bad dad for Angel. 🙏❤️🤟🤟

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @pantherclawz

Masterlist.

Almost one week without hearing his voice. Receiving one or two text messages per day, just to tell you that he's tired or that he's working. You know he is hiding something, confirming your suspicion when EZ began to decline all your calls. And, when you talked with Felipe three days ago, the only thing he told you was that he didn't know anything about his kids. So you started to think the worst. At first you thought that maybe Angel had an accident and his brother was trying to cover him, but when you called Bishop this morning, you heard your boyfriend's voice saying that he was ‘going to pick up the girl’. And now, you don't know what to think.

Licking your lips, sitting in the back garden of the house, you play with your phone between your fingers. It's almost midnight and it's a little cold outside, wearing nothing but an Angel's shirt. You decide to call him again, but it's his voicemail who answers again, even if you shouldn't be doing it after drinking too many beers, while your friends are sleeping and resting for the last seminar the next morning. But you wait for the last tone.

“Hey, it's me… your girlfriend, remember? I've been calling you… I don' know, maybe the fucking whole day. Where the fuck are you, Angel? And don't you fucking dare to tell me that you were working, 'cause I heard you this morning talking about some bitch to pick up. But fo' say something, first you have to answer the fucking phone!”

Sounds pathetic the way you are talking to him, saying all the things that you wouldn't say to him being sober. Hiccuping, you find yourself crying unconsolable, with an agonic pain oppressing your chest and squeezing your heart.

“Just… two fucking weeks, Angel! You couldn' keep your fucking dick inside your pants, for two fucking weeks! Is that the… shit I mean to you? Two years thrown overboard because of what? How many times have you done it, ah? All these… shit about not calling during a run… were you doing the same shit, Angel? How many fucking times has you betrayed me?!”

You can't help but laugh bitterly, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself and to not wake up anyone.

“I fucking love you… with all my heart. I didn' complain about anything, never…” Although your voice sounds low and a little bit calmed, inside you there's a storm devastating you. “I put you first, always, since the first moment I met you… I can't fucking believe you're gonna lea—leave me and… the way you're doing it… I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong”.

Hardly sniffing, you close your eyes letting go everything inside your chest, before finishing the message. Curling up your legs to surround them with both arms, you rest your chin over your knees. You can't avoid thinking about all those times he has promised you a future together, living in a big house and having children. Or about all those times he has been crying clinged to you, talking about how his father has been always putting him apart. You have cared about him more than anyone in his life. You have given him all. Without asking anything back, more than loyalty. And you wouldn't even have to ask for it.

Even so, you're starting to regret all the things you have said, without knowing if it's true or not. But how are you going to find it out, if anyone says nothing?

“Oh, shit… Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Angel is sitting on top of his bike, with a hand holding his phone and the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.

His brothers are looking at all the gestures that he's drawing unconsciously on his face. Rage, sadness, incredulous… When the message ends, he lies down over the handerball, softly hitting his head against it. He tries to call you, but your phone is practically dead, off of battery. Bishop walks towards him, having a sip from his beer.

“All good, Angel?”

“She thinks I'm fucking cheating her, because he heard me say about picking up Leti, this morning”. Stepping out from his motorcycle, he looks for Tori's number, hoping she answers the call.

Walking around the parking like a locked lion in the zoo, he's starting to think about driving right now to Los Angeles.

“The hell is wrong with you, shithead?” The female voice sounds tired, being interrupted by a long yawn.

“Tori, listen. Find (Y/N). She's drunk, thinking I'm cheating on her”.

“Yeah, 'cause you have been ignoring her ass”.

“I've been workin—”.

“Nah, c'mon, Angel. Tell these tales to someone wh—”.

“I was working to buy a wedding ring”.

Silence. Tori suddenly sits up on her bed, turning on the lights and waking up Sarah. The girl who was sleeping peacefully, now is being woken up by shaking her left arm. Having some growls as response, she looks at her girlfriend frowning, while she hears Angel's voice through the speaker.

“Just listen, please. Calm her down, okay? 'Am coming tomorrow to LA. I already talked to your boss and I can't tell you anything else. Just… calm her down, please”.

“Okay, we got this, Angel”.

Hanging up the call, both girls jump off from the bed, walking towards your room. Empty. But following your crying, they stick out their heads by the window, finding you in the garden. This hurts them too. They were with you the night you met Angel, and they also love him a lot. They know how much he cares about you and even if Sarah and Tori couldn't believe that he was with another girl, it wasn't normal his way to act the last days. But now, everything has sense, and they are pretty excited to see him tomorrow and discover what he has been preparing for the proposition.

Going downstairs and trying to hide their happiness, your friends sit by each side to hug you. A collective hug to make you feel somewhat better, but you can't stop crying.

“Baby… what's up?” Tori asks, caressing gently your hair.

“This… fucking bastard… I fucking gave him all, the best of me!”

“You talkin' 'bout Angel? C'mon, (Y/N)! He told you he made the most of his time to work a little more, and not miss you. Two weeks is too much time for you both”.

“I heard him talking about another girl”.

“So, what? Since when he can't have friends, ah? I have slept with him at his house… hundred times, and that doesn't mean that I cheated Tori, or he cheated you. And believe me, your boyfriend is a fantasy even for me”. Sarah says, making you chuckle in some way. “I'm sure he has been working hard, as you do when he is traveling. So, don't think any bullshit about Angel. He loves you more than anything, okay?”

“Let's go to bed, okay, honey? We have to be awake in five hours for a long, long, long seminar. Lucky it's the last one”. Tori says standing up on her feet, helping you to get up from the grass.

Angel comes into the clubhouse with an excited smile on his lips, like a child on Christmas Day, rubbing his hands and clapping happily calling everybody's attention.

“You got it, hermano?”

He nods energetically, walking fast to the main round table, where the oldest were waiting for him to come back from the jewelers. The Reyes tucks a hand inside his pocket in complete silence, putting over the wood a small red velvet box. Between his fingers, he supports the bottom part to open the top, showing the ring for what he has been working too hard the last two weeks; without sleeping, without resting, without a drop of alcohol, without partying. Nothing. Just working hard. The fine gold ring is perfectly resting inside a small gap, showing only the top of it. A king's crown with a diamond in it, that shines so easily with natural light that could illuminate a whole room. The crew is looking at it fascinated. And yes, the ring couldn't be perfect, but it's the feeling of pride for Angel that makes them smile.

“Fuck, brother… If she doesn' want to marry you, I will”. Creeper is captivated by the jewel, with his eyes fixed on.

“Why the fuck she wouldn't want to marry me, dumbshit?”

“Ignore him, carnal”. Coco palms his back, resting his arm on a shoulder.

“So, what you say, ah?” He asks, anxious to hear Bishop, Tranq and Taza's opinion. Without them, it couldn't be possible.

“Fuck, man, I would marry you too if you propose me with this ring”. Che is the first one, taking the step to grab the small box and have a closed look from it.

“You did a good job, Angel. You deserve it”. Tranq just says with both arms on the table.

“Prez?”

Bishop keeps looking at the box, seeming thoughtful, slowly raising his eyes to the others after some seconds in silence.

“I think you are doing the right thing for the first time since I know you. That girl deserves a man like you, Angel. And I know she is not the kind of woman who would care about the ring, but you found the perfect one”.

Your boyfriend can't feel more proud. It would be impossible.

“Go change your clothes, you have four hours of road ahead”. El Presidente places a hand on Angel's nape with a soft narrow over it.

He just nods, keeping again the box inside a pocket to get up and leave the place to his dorm, where he has been sleeping the last two weeks. The black jeans and the white shirt are perfectly stretched over his bed. The Reyes hurries up to have a shower, not wasting a second more, brushing and doing his hair with trembling fingers. He hasn't known anything about you since he talked with Tori and Sarah some hours ago, hoping that they finally calmed you down and got you rid of those ideas about him cheating you. When he's already dressed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to put on his boots, Angel grabs the black bomber jacket trespassing the box from a piece of clothing to the other, zipping the pocket to not lose it.

Coming back to the main room of the clubhouse, his brothers receive him between whistles and cheers.

“Man, you smell good”. Coco says coming too close.

“Ah, ah. Take care, brother. Don't want you to stain my fresh clothes”. He says taking a step back.

“My apologies, your grace”. He chuckles.

“Bishop?”

“Templo”. Taza says having a sip from a coffee.

Checking the hour on his phone, assuring himself that he has enough time, the Reyes leads his steps to the meeting-room, closing the glass colorful door behind him.

“Already leaving?”

“Yeah, prez, I just… want to thank you for giving me the three k left. I will continue working to gi—”.

“Take it as a wedding gift”. The mexican stops him with his own words, shaking his head and making a light gesture with a hand.

“I couldn't do it without you, Tranq and Taza”.

“I heard what you told to your brother. In the office”. He says then, lying back on his chair. “I am not going to… give you my opinion about your father, but he shouldn't behave like that, Angel”.

“I know, Bishop. And… I would thank you for not telling anything about it to (Y/N). She loves my pops”.

“That honors you”.

“Don't know, but I don't wanna be like him”.

El Presidente simply nods.

“Bring back Mrs. Reyes”.

Your head hurts like hell, having to use your glasses because of the blurry gaze you have got by the hangover. The seminar is turning out eternal. The last thing you care about right now is how to operate with an open heart, you have already done it and you could skip this part. But it's for compulsory attendance. So there you are, drawing nothing on your iPad as if you were taking notes, fighting against the pain, the tiredness and the uncertainty about Angel. He continues not answering your text or calls, and you can't help but think about what Sarah told you last night.

“... you for coming, and I hope that these two weeks have been productive for your learning”.

The claps flood the conference room, while the other doctors begin to pick up their stuff and finally leave the place. You can't believe that it's already done and that you're allowed to come back home, checking again your muttered phone expecting to find something. But the notifications bar is empty.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal you a couple minutes. Sit back, please”. The voice of your boss through the speakers makes you raise an eyebrow.

“The desire to be noticed by that man fucks me up”. Tori chuckles with a low tone, sitting again over her seat.

“I know that we all are tired, but it's just going to be a couple minutes, I promise. I just want to help a friend”.

“No…” Sarah looks at her girlfriend really surprised, making you frown confused.

“Girls, the fuck you did?”

“You just… enjoy the show, my dear”.

You can see your boss making a gesture to someone by a side of the stage, to come closer. But when your eyes find Angel walking over it, your blood freezes and your heart stops. Lucky you're between almost more than two hundred doctors and surgeons. Leo gives up the micro to your boyfriend, looking for you. And obviously, your two friends start to yell like crazy to call his attention.

“Hey, ahm… You don't know me and I don't know you, but… I'm Angel. Dr. (Y/L/N)'s boyfriend and I came to… give her an important message”. He says with a nervous tone, before smirking at you, clearing his throat. “Hey, baby, can you… can you come here, please?”

“Go”. Your friends push you to get up, but your legs feel like butter about to fall downstairs.

As soon as he's able to hug you, he does, not caring about the claps from the people in front of you.

“Okay, okay, listen”. Holding one of your hands and pulling himself away, he laughs a little bit nervous for a second. “We met two years ago, in the middle of nowhere. I was fuc— sorry. I was hurt because of a fight. And you fixed up my wounds with so much love, patience and care, that I fell for you”.

“Angel…”

“Sh, listen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack, so let me talk before falter to the floor. Listen, you have been my best friend, my anchor, my reason to live since then. I love you more than I could ever love anyone... I can't live without you, baby. And before you say anything else like last night, no. I didn't try and I'm not going to do it, because I'm lost without you, (Y/N). So, ahm… Hey, boss, can you hold the mic'?” Turning to Leo, the man takes it back.

You're trembling, looking at your friends for a moment trying to find an explanation. But when your gaze is again on your boyfriend, he's already kneeling with a hand inside a pocket grabbing something. A small red box. And you can't believe what's happening. Taking a step back and covering your face with both hands, you start to cry like a child, with your pulse racing under your skin.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”

The crew is waiting anxiously at the porch, after not receiving any news back from LA. But they all get up from their seats on the sofas and the stairs, when they hear Coco's car being driven by Angel coming closer. As soon as he parks it close to the bikes, not finding you on the passenger seat and looking at the devastated gesture on his face, they know that the proposition wasn't as they were expecting. Stepping out of the car, he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Hey, carnal, it's okay. She will reconsider it”. Coco says hugging his friend, trying to comfort him.

“She will say yes, Angel, don't give up”. Bishop palms softly his nape.

And you are drowning in laughs hidden on the floor of the back seats. Looking slightly through the window, you find the crew very affected because supposedly you said ‘no’. Taking some air, you jump out of the car yelling with a huge smile on your lips.

“Surprise, madafakas!”

“Jesus fucking Christ! I'm too old for these frights!” Taza shouts at you back, indignant with a hand on his chest barely breathing.

“I'm confused”. Gilly says from nowhere.

“What? Doesn't sound good Mrs. Reyes for you?” Walking towards them, raising the hand with the amazing ring, they all look surprised.

“I'm going to fucking shoot you, Angel”. Bishop threats him, before leading his steps to yours. “Welcome home, querida”.

“Thank you”. Hugging him, you rest your head against his chest. “Angel told me you help him”.

“It was nothing, kid”. Clicking his tongue and pulling himself away, he caresses your cheek for a second.

“Yo! Mami! You look stunning now that you're engaged”. Coco lifts you up between his arms, narrowing you under his grip.

“Yeah, you see?!”

“Hey, hey, social distancing”. Your future husband takes you off from his friend's hands, to hold you closer with an arm surrounding your neck.

“Look at you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes”. Creeper says very proud, nodding in accordance.

“Let's celebrate it that you didn' kick my ass, mi dulce”.

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Breaking Expectations and Expect the Unexpected were so goood, aaaa I'm so glad I found your blog! You wrote Bakugou so well and I just uwu everytime him and reader interacts asdfhhjkl. I'd like to req a Bakugou x reader wherein reader is quirkless but is a doctor and she patches up Bakugou after a gruesome fight, and while doing so, she cries or smth; Bakugou comforts her. I'm sorry if this is too detailed. She/her for pronouns. Tysm! 💕✨

ACCIDENTS HAPPEN

— you were born quirkless, but that didn’t stop you from achieving your dream to save people. as a doctor, you’re used to seeing and treating pro heroes more often than civilians, though there’s one pro hero who’s never needed treatment until today.

PAIRING: pro hero bakugou katsuki x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,158

WARNINGS: blood, bakugou swearing

A/N: AAAAAAAA IM SO VERY HAPPY YOU ENJOYED THEM !! turn your location on so i can love you anon !! please never apologise for details, i love them and i hope i got this right for you ! it was an interesting prompt and perfect for me to pull more soft bakugou hours so thank you very much for the ask !

From before you could remember, you’d always wanted to help people. You remember eagerly awaiting for your quirk to manifest, hoping it would be just as cool and flashy as your classmates. When you failed to show any signs, when the kind lady doctor told you that you wouldn’t be developing a quirk, your world began to turn upside down. You’d been so upset, since without a quirk, you wouldn’t be able to help people.

Except, the kind lady doctor shared a secret with you: she was also quirkless but it didn’t stop her from helping people. It had changed everything and nothing at all. You could still hold onto your dream to help people, it would just be a little different to what your tiny kid brain had imagined. 

Fast forward twenty years, and you were achieving just that. You didn’t think of yourself as an especially successful doctor, or a doctor that would change the world, but you did think of yourself as a hero in your own right. You helped patch up the pro heroes that were injured on the job. It was thanks to those pro heroes and their selfless actions that you actually rarely saw civilians. 

You had even befriended some of your more frequent patients. Deku was bound to grace your hospital at least once a week, almost always from injuries that could have been avoided if he just stopped over exerting himself. 

There were some pro heroes that you never saw, usually because they rarely saw any dangerous action. Ground Zero was constantly involved in dangerous battles, though he never needed medical assistance. During all your time as a doctor, you’d never not known a hero to need some kind of patching up, but Ground Zero was something else. The villains could never touch him, no matter how impossible the odds looked. He quickly became your favourite hero and inspired you to keep doing your best.

You didn’t know what to think when Ground Zero ended up being your newest patient. He looked absolutely terrible, nothing like the picture of heroism that you were used to seeing. His hero costume was covered in dust, dirt and blood, parts of it charred from his quirk. It filled the room with the strong scent of smoke and burnt sugar. His arms were covered in minor cuts and abrasions, though his head was smeared in fresh blood. You remind yourself that head injuries always look worse than they actually were, but it didn’t help to ease your slowly growing panic. At least he seemed to be walking okay.

“Look, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this,” he growled out, crossing his arms in his seat. “I’m fucking fine, but shitty Deku wouldn’t shut the fuck up unless I saw you.” 

You gaped at him like an idiot. “Me?” 

“Yeah, so can we just get this over with? Do your doctor shit and give me the all clear so I can shove it in shitty Deku’s face.” 

You knew of Ground Zero’s famously colourful language and very blunt approach to everything, but it still shocked you at just how casual he was about it. Recovering from the mental shock, you did as you were told. You went about assessing his injuries, deciding that the most pressing one was the head injury. Everything else seemed to be fine, nothing a little bit of antiseptic wouldn’t fix. 

You cleaned the blood from his face and determined the injury to be minor. It had already begun to heal, the blood no longer running freely. You cleaned it up regardless, ensuring that the site was sterilised before bandaging it up. You asked him a series of questions regarding his pain and overall physical state as you shined a light into his eyes, eventually ruling out the possibility of a concussion. All in all, he looked a whole lot worse than he actually was, which was a massive relief. 

You hadn’t realised you’d started to cry during the examination until he called you out on it. He frowned at you, his face strangely soft as he asked, in a voice that was so unlike his usual angry tone, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

You shook your head, wiping at your face. “It’s nothing.” You tried to change the topic, to go back to giving him his okay to leave, but he just gave you an expression that said he wasn’t going to drop it. You took a shuddering sigh, running your hands through your hair to calm yourself. “It’s just... okay, I’m used to seeing pro heroes come through here, but... you, you’re untouchable. You’re...” you swallowed thickly, looking away from him. “Look, it’s stupid. But, you’re my favourite hero, okay? It’s just... it’s a little shocking to be treating you.” You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the heavy air with a humourless chuckle. “Sorry, this is really not professional of me.”

“Geez, no wonder shitty Deku likes you so much. You’re both fuckin’ crybabies,” he scoffed, leaning back in his seat. The words were harsh, but the tone was almost fond. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?” he added, cocking his head to the side.

You sputtered, completely caught off guard. “Well, yeah, but—”

“Then, that’s all that matters, right? It’s all part of the job, sometimes shit happens. No need to be all sad about it.” As he spoke, an embarrassed blush coloured his cheeks, though he maintained eye contact with you the whole time. You felt yourself blushing under the unwavering attention. He flushed deeper at that, jerking his gaze away to glare out the window. “Do I have the all clear or what?” His rough voice was back, though you could have sworn it trembled slightly in embarrassment. 

You cleared your throat, patting your face with a tissue. “Uh, yes. You’ll probably develop some bruising in the coming days and if you start to feel nauseous or a headache develops, you should come back right away.”

He scoffed at that, as if to say he wouldn’t come back even if he developed those symptoms. As he went to leave the room, he hesitated at the door for a moment, casting you another one of those strange expressions. 

You smiled back at him. “I don’t want to see you again, so stay safe out there, Ground Zero.” 

His eyebrow twitched in irritation. “No, that’s no good,” he muttered. “When do you finish?” 

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You think it would have gone all the way to the floor if you hadn’t caught yourself quick enough. “I, um— midnight.” You aren’t entirely sure why you even answered that, the shock of such a personal question catching you off guard. Why would Ground Zero want to know when you finished? 

He nodded, a confident grin gracing his features. “I’ll see you then, Y/N. And don’t even think of calling me Ground Zero again.”