#try to get back out there to work with that other group at least a few times if i can

[livingdxadwriter]

That Bit of Fuel To Your Fire

DI!Leon S. Kennedy x f!reader

Summary: when trying to get on your boyfriend’s nerves turns into you getting taught a lesson

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, multiple positions, angry sex (for a bit), mating press, headlock, dom!leon, the s stands for slut, he has a mouth on him bc I said so, we pissed off Leon and we learned the consequences, tipsy!reader, age gap (10 years), established relationship, no use of y/n, reader has hair long enough to pull and is shorter than Leon

WC: 7.3k this mad long I’m sorry

A/N: yo uh…. Leon in 2025 in crazy. And yet here we are. I will say, I started writing this is 2023 and picked it back up with the encouragement of @wittyjasontodd so thank her for that. Did I get a lil carried away? Yes. Would I do it again? Also yes angry Leon pound my shit pls. Anyway idk if this is gonna flop but at I least one person will enjoy it

Just gonna leave this here… this was heavy inspo for this.. take it how you will.

You didn't mean to make him angry. Truly, you didn't. For as long as you had been dating, you never went anywhere without the other knowing. It wasn't a possessive thing, but more of a safety thing. You knew Leon felt more at ease when he knew where you were, and you didn’t mind. But sometimes you just couldn't possibly let him know of all your plans, right? With how much he worked and with how little he actually looked at his phone, he couldn't possibly be upset at you for going out without telling him first. You tried, but it wasn't your fault he didn't answer your call. You sent him a text saying you were going to a friend's house and left it at that. 

You were a bit angry at him that night. A canceled date night left a sour taste in your mouth. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in two weeks. You just missed him so much. Your naive self had hoped he would actually be home at a reasonable time. After all, he had arrived home from his mission the night prior at such an ungodly hour you were passed out, and he had left before you even woke up for work. Hence why you were so excited to finally have him all to yourself. 

You had already gotten all prettied up for him, made him dinner, so eager to spoil him after weeks of whatever the fuck it was that he did on his missions. It was around seven when you got a 'will be home late. Sorry baby' text from him. To say that you were a little upset was an understatement. You understood his job was very demanding, from the little he actually told you, but fuck, you could only take so much. 

It was maybe ten when you got a text from your college-friends group chat, once again insisting you join them for drinks at one of their places. You had originally declined as you would much rather spend your night with your boyfriend. But right now, you have no boyfriend to care for. And you weren't going to sulk in your misery. You contemplated your options, perhaps a little immature on your part, you decided to take them up on their offer despite not being able to reach Leon to let him know you would go out. You figured a couple drinks wouldn't hurt. 

You joined your friend and drove to your mutual friend's house. Things were fine at first, but as soon as drinks started flowing and everyone got loose, you realized you probably would have been better off drinking by yourself in your apartment. 

It wasn't anything huge. But there were definitely a few people, all drinking and passing around a joint to smoke, all winding down from a stressful week. You were surrounded by a few acquaintances, girls you went to college with, all gossiping about their coworkers, bosses, lovers and everything in between. You didn't partake in any of it. You simply leaned on the kitchen island the group of women were surrounding, silently sipping on your drink. Until they decided you were next. They always did get a kick out of teasing you for being so reserved and quiet.

"So I heard from Sarah that you're dating a fed? How did that even happen?" Your eyes moved on their own towards your friend, Sarah. You glared at her for her indiscretion but ultimately brought your attention back to the question. 

"We met at a bar last year. We actually moved in together a couple months ago." You answered as vaguely as possible, not wanting to give more details than you actually needed. But somehow, your ambiguity only gave the gossiping ladies more curiosity, so they all turned their attention on you. 

"Wow, that's pretty big. What does he look like? Is he hot?" 

You forced yourself not to roll your eyes. Is that what it all came down to? Yes, Leon was incredibly hot, the most attractive man you had ever met, but he had other things going for him too. Wouldn't they want to know about those? Probably not. 

You opened your mouth to give a dismissive answer but your friend Sarah chimed in before you could get a word in. 

"He's so hot. He totally gives hot older biker vibes." Your eyes grew so wide you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. You nearly choked on your drink as the words left her mouth, and your head whipped in her direction. She definitely saw it, but she only laughed. "You know I'm right! I honestly don't know how you managed to bag that man, you're not exactly close in age." 

You stared at her so hard you thought you'd pop a blood vessel. You were severely reconsidering your life choices, and you were definitely regretting introducing her to Leon. Well, not that you had done it by choice. You were at a bar with Leon, a bar that just so happened to be Sarah's go to, she left you no choice but to introduce him. A choice you knew you were going to regret in the long run. You knew your friend and she definitely had a gossiping problem.

"Oh my God! He's older? My God, I didn't think you had that in you! To think you were so shy in college." Another one of your friends commented, only making the rest of the women in the room laugh at your expense. 

"Okay, he's not… he's not that old." You tried to defend yourself, mumbling into your glass, eyes darting around to find all of their gazes still on you. 

"Yeah, like ten years older than you!" 

"Sarah, I swear to fucking God." 

"Oh, come on, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're living all of our dreams, you get to be a spoiled sugar baby. We don't judge." That comment got on the last nerve you still had left.

Downing the remaining alcohol in your glass, you waved your hands in defeat and grabbed your purse from the chair next to you. You heard their collective laughter, all exclaiming they were just messing with you. But you had enough alcohol in your system to stop you from giving a fuck about what they had to say. 

"This was exactly why I stopped hanging out with all of you. You just can't mind your own fucking business." You shook your head with distaste, collective laughs echoing behind you as you walked away. 

Today just simply was not your day. Perhaps you were a little dramatic. Perhaps.

You kept hearing your name being called, but you otherwise ignored them. You stopped right at the door, sighing a bit when you remembered Sarah had given you a drive there. And it was a bit too late to call a lyft. So your only option..

"Where the hell have you been?" You flinched a bit at his angry words, gritting your teeth and closing your eyes. Three missed calls and too many messages to read them all. "I've been calling you all night. Are you alright?"

You bit your lip softly, lips curling a bit at his mixture of anger and concern, "'m sorry. My phone was on silent." 

You heard him groan into the phone. He was silent for a second, you could hear the sound of cars and static from the wind.

"Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?" 

"Please. I'll send you the address." You removed your phone from your ear, typing into your phone quickly before bringing it back to your ear. "Are you still at the office?"

“No. I left an hour ago.” He answered with a frustrated sigh that came straight from his chest. Truth was, this man had been driving around town for a while, not wanting to go home until he heard from you. "I'll be there in ten. Wait outside for me." 

"Mkay… I love you." You mumbled, scrunching up your face a bit knowing he was not happy with you, and you were definitely going to be in a lot of trouble when you got home. 

"Mmmm, love you too." Another strained sigh. 

You blew air through your nose, rubbing your eyes as you shoved your phone into your purse. You looked over your shoulder, looking into the kitchen where your so called friends were, you saw Sarah standing near the entryway that connected the dining space to the living room. You shot her a glare out of the corner of your eyes before you went straight to the front door. You waited on the porch just about ten minutes before you heard a motorcycle engine coming up the street. 

You didn't need to see his face to know it was him. You would recognize Leon's black Ducati anywhere, anytime, tipsy or not. You could hear that thing from a block down. He pulled up on the side of the sidewalk. He was kicking the stand, and standing in front of it in seconds. As soon as he took off his helmet his eyes landed on you. He ran a hand through his messed up strands, brushing them back for it to inevitably fall over his eyes again in a minute. You swallowed hard as you started to walk in his direction. You kept your head down as you came to stand in front of him with a bit of shame. 

Leon leaned against his bike, an eyebrow irked as he looked at you with sharp eyes. A long exhale left his lips but he said nothing to you. He was very good at masking his emotions, pain, grief, anger. He gave nothing but a blank stare and a stoic flat line. But he had been sitting in his own annoyance and panic for hours, unable to go anywhere but his fucking desk until he finished his reports. Out of all days you had to decide to try and prove a point. He knew it annoyed you, although you took his no show dates and late nights with a kind smile and sweet understanding, he could tell deep down it frustrated you to no end, especially because you didn’t fully understand the depths of what he did for a living. He couldn’t tell you, so part of him understood your frustration. But another part of him wanted nothing more than to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck your attitude right out of you.

He stood silent, baby blues just staring you down as he clenched his jaw. He was trying so fucking hard but his patience today just was just on the verge of slipping him. A bit shyly, you leaned into him, pressing the side of your face to his chest. 

"'M sorry… I should've told you where I was." You mumbled quietly, shuddering a bit when he brought a hand to the back of your hair. 

"Not here. We'll talk at home." His reply was quick, his tone otherwise flat as he caught a few faces looking out the window of the house you had come out of. "Your friends are nosy." 

You looked over your shoulder to find Sarah and a few of your other friends peeking through the curtains. You couldn't stop yourself from snorting at how juvenile they were all acting. You turned to look at Leon and nodded at him. 

"I noticed." You chuckled dryly and rolled your eyes, taking your helmet when he handed it to you. You watched his face, blank and stoic, but his blue eyes were anything but calm. "Are you angry with me?" 

His jaw ticked, his head falling to the side as he breathed out a long sigh, "I said not here babe. Get on."

"Leon.." 

One of his large hands came to rest at the back of your neck. From afar, the gesture seemed sweet, tender and loving from your boyfriend. In reality, he forced your head back as he leaned down to talk in your ear, a gesture of dominance that made a shudder slip down your spine. 

"I'm not going to tell you again. I'm not having this conversation here. Get on the bike." 

A quiet gasp left your lips and your eyes shot up a bit. You gave him a wide eyed look, swallowing hard. And you should be ashamed to say just how wet seeing him this angry made you. You gave him a quick nod and hopped on the back of his motorcycle without another protest. Leon raised an eyebrow at you, a soft scoff leaving his lips as he without a word placed your helmet over your head. You jumped the slightest bit, the gesture gentle yet rough as he adjusted it on your head. You swallowed a weak sound as he got on as well, aggressively throwing on his own helmet before revving up his motorcycle. And an uneven sigh left his lips when you pressed yourself against his back, arms tightly wrapped around his torso. 

He said nothing at this, or at all the whole ride to your apartment. You didn't dare to say anything either. Just his tense shoulders and cold body language screamed volumes of how he felt about you in that moment. You got absolutely nothing. Not a pat on your leg, not a squeeze of your thigh. Not even a sly comment about how tight you were gripping him. Never mind the fact that he was going ninety on the fucking highway like you weren’t gripping him for dear life. 

His cold silence was no different when you (somehow) made it to your apartment. You followed him up silently, lips pulled into a tiny pout as you silently walked into your apartment. The door slammed behind Leon so hard you thought he ripped it off the hinges. You jumped at the loud noise, swallowing hard as you slowly turned around to face him. 

"No, no, you don't get to look at me like that." He huffed, blue eyes sharp as he glared at your pouty lips and scrunched up face. 

"Leon.. I said I was sorry." You tried to argue, frustration lacing your tongue as he stood in front of you in two long strides. 

And he laughed. He fucking laughed. 

"You're sorry? I called you all night, was worried fucking sick and you're sorry?" He wasn't yelling, he barely ever raised his voice at you, but this was worse. His tone was low, gravelly, raspy, almost sounding like a growl as he spat out the words. And all you could do was hopelessly stare back at him. 

“Yeah, well, I called you first and you didn’t pick up. What was I supposed to do?” You answered back, your tone quickly shifting when you realized he wasn’t budging. Sass laced your tongue as you scrunched up your face a little. Your attitude was something Leon often found amusing, but not when he was already on the edge of losing his shit. 

“I was at the office doing a stack of goddamn reports so fucking tall it would give your dumb little head a migraine. How the hell was I supposed to know you decided to go out and get shitfaced?” His tone was accusatory, stern, matching his clenched jaw and wide eyes, there even was a slight twitch of frustration in his right eye. “Oh, I know how, ‘cause I looked at the security cameras and guess who wasn’t home? That’s right—my girlfriend.” 

You stared at him, lips parted as you clicked your tongue. You had nothing. You knew damn well you did this on purpose. You wanted to piss him off like he had pissed you off. You just hadn’t expected his weeks away on whatever the fuck he had been doing to have been so—eventful. 

Still, you were petty first, and a brat second. So you just rolled your eyes and scoffed at him in response. And unfortunately for you, Leon had no more patience left in his pretty body. And you just broke the last string of sanity holding him together.

"Y'know what? Bedroom. Now." He motioned his arm then looked at you. You just stood there, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape, but didn't move a muscle, shocked by his tone shift. He exhaled unevenly, eyes closing for just a second as he breathed through his nose. "Don't act like you didn't hear me. Go. Now." 

You blinked a couple times, stammering a bit but decided against protesting when he tilted his head at you, eyes narrowed with frustration. Your feet were moving on their own, and you could hear his heavy footsteps close behind you. God, you were in so much trouble. 

You slowly turned around to face him again, his leather jacket was long gone, only a black button-up covering his chest. You swallowed when his eyes traveled down and back up with this look that was anything but innocent. Then he spoke.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You frowned at him, your lips parted but you didn't answer. He sighed deeply at your lack of response, and he was in front of you in two long strides, his body towering over yours. "Answer the question sweetheart." 

You blinked, swallowing hard when his hand came to hold your jaw in a tight grip. "I'm not drunk if that's what you're asking." 

He irked up an eyebrow at your hesitation, but he believed you. He had seen you drunk, this wasn't it. He simply nodded and he let go of your face. 

"On your knees." His command was short and simple, direct. But you still hesitated, your reactions a bit delayed due to the alcohol still running in your system.

"Leon.." 

"What did I just say? Get on your fucking knees—" He leaned down, his face all up in yours. His tone a low growl coming from his chest."—before I put you there." 

Your lips parted at the same time your eyes grew twice their size at the sharpness of his tone. His sapphire eyes glared down at you with such intensity it made your heart race. Still, you said nothing and slowly nodded. You pressed your lips together as you sat on the back of your knees, your eye level at his belt. 

"You wanna apologize? Alright, show me how sorry you are." His tone was sharp as he breathed out the words, like the control he still had left of himself was quickly faltering. 

"I.. I am sorry, Leon.. So sorry." You spoke so quietly it sounded like a whisper, a soft pathetic whisper as your shaky hands unbuckled his belt, delicate fingers unzipping his jeans enough to free his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs. 

Leon inhaled loudly through his nose as soon as his cock sprung free, and his eyes closed with relief as he let out a breath through his lips. Then he gave you a hum. 

"That's a good girl." The praise left his lips in a rasp as he fixed his eyes on you, and fuck the compliant and expectant look in your big eyes made him want to throw you on his bed and fuck you stupid. 

He would, eventually. But you needed a lesson first. 

"Go on." 

You blinked at him slowly as you wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing him ever so slightly as you wrapped your lips around the tip of him. Another sharp exhale left his lips and one of his hands instinctively landed on the back of your head. He wasn't pushing or pulling your hair yet, only grounding himself. You moved down his cock, taking as much as you could before pulling back up. Your cheeks were hollowed as your tongue swirled. 

"Mmmm yes—yeah, that's it, pretty girl," He said with a pleasured sigh, his fingers now lacing around your hair until he had the majority of it pulled back. "This goddamn mouth of yours—shit." 

He couldn't help himself, you were just making him feel so goddamn good. He used your hair to control your movements. He held you down further on his cock, held your down longer. And you were perfectly okay with it. You didn't care that your eyes had started watering, or that your cheeks were stained with makeup. You loved it actually. 

"Your mouth takes me so well. So fucking well—fuck, you're gonna make me come." He clenched his fingers around your hair, his eyes involuntarily closing when he felt you gag around his cock. He almost came right then and there when you pushed your head further down, as if to encourage him to. 

But that was too easy. The lesson was far from over. 

You almost whined out loud when he pulled you off his cock. God, he made a mess of you already. Eyes watery, mascara staining your cheeks and spit dripping down your chin. The sight alone made his cock twitch. 

"Yeah, good girl. C'mere." He pulled you up by your face, lips crashing against your in an instant. It was so intoxicating how he kissed you, his large hands holding your face, his tongue in your mouth, his cologne filling your space and consuming the air in your lungs. His entire presence was consuming you, taking you in and leaving you at his will. And the worst part? You didn’t mind. 

It was without parting from your lips that he made you walk back until the back of your knees touched the edge of the bed, and he pushed you back with the weight of his body. Your back was flat on the soft covers as he held himself above you with his knee between your parted thighs. He pulled back with a heavy breath of his chest, as if his self-control was leaving him little by little. His forehead almost touched yours, honey brown strands falling over his pretty face. His eyes were dilated with a mixture of pure arousal and pent up frustration, overtaking the blue of his eyes, and yet, his gaze was so soft as he stared down at you. Pure adoration and devotion is what you saw, no matter how angry or frustrated he could have been with you, he always looked at you like you were the prettiest thing in this world. 

But you definitely were not getting away from how badly he wanted to ruin you.

“Strip. Then lay on your stomach.” He said with a ragged breath, arousal rolling off his tongue as he sat back on his knees to give you space. 

Your lips were parted as you watched this slut of a man undo the buttons of his shirt, leaving you to witness just how gorgeous your boyfriend was. You definitely licked your lips as he shrugged it off his shoulders, your eyes slowly moving down from his hair-dusted chest to his happy trail, stopping just above his belt and you blinked slowly at the sight of his glistening cock. Leon tilted his head at the way you were damn near fucking drooling and he blew out a laugh.

“You wanna be a good girl for me, right?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows, but his voice was laced with sarcasm. You blinked at him, nodding slowly. “So do as I say before I think of something worse to do to you.”

“Oh, God…” You mumbled, more to yourself, raw and hopeless realization dawning on you. You nodded and did as you were told. You scrambled out of your clothes, each piece being tossed somewhere to make a mess as Leon just watched you with intensity, but an unreadable expression. You already missed the look on his face when you laid on your stomach, getting comfortable with your cheek pressed into the sheets and your arms in front of you. You had a feeling you could be in this position for a while.

Leon huffed softly, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you could be sometimes, completely at his will and your attitude quickly vanishing. Without as much as a word, he grabbed your hips and raised your ass up, your pretty little cunt on full display for him. And fuck, were you dripping. Leon made sure you knew it.

“Of course you’re wet. Why am I not surprised?” He blew out another throaty chuckle, a grunt rumbling in his chest as he ran his tongue from your clit to your hole once more. You could only whine in response. “Does it make you wet? Pissing me off? Getting on my goddamn nerves? Hmph. If you wanted to be put in your place, you could've just asked, baby.”

His tongue lapped at your pussy almost like a punishment. From your clit to your hole, large hands gripping your ass and keeping you spread out for him. And you? You were at his mercy, clutching the sheets between your hands as if that would ground you from the delicious feeling of his tongue on your cunt. It was hard to tell if Leon was trying to teach you a lesson or if he was doing this out of his own enjoyment if the grunts leaving his chest were any indication of his intentions. 

Leon knew exactly what he was doing. Pleasure built up in your stomach each time his tongue lapped at your swollen clit, he licked and sucked at you like a man on a mission, and you begged and cried for your release to be granted. And then his tongue would leave you to slip into your hole, starting you all over with the pressure of his thumb instead. Over, and over until you could feel frustrated tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. 

“Ah—Leon please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, your voice broken in your throat and your forehead pressed into the bed as he fucked you with his tongue and his thumb pressed on your clit. “Please, don’t do this to me, I need you so badly.” 

Your pathetic pleads hit him like claymore. A sound resembling a growl rumbled in his chest and you were sure the imprint of his nails would be there for days to come after this. But you didn’t fucking care. This man hadn’t fucked you in weeks and you were on the edge of losing it if you didn’t have him inside you. It was a sentiment he shared, especially when you were begging for him like this. 

“‘Course my pretty girl needs me to fuck her. That’s what you always need, isn’t it?” Arousal coated his tongue as he peeled himself from your sweet pussy. Begrudgingly so, his cock was painfully hard and he knew it. 

“God, yes. It’s been so long.” You breathed out through gritted teeth, chest heavy as you prepared yourself for what was about to come. 

“It’s only been two weeks. Did you miss my dick that badly?” He scoffed, his tone teasing as he ridded himself of his jeans. A heavy breath left his lips as he sat on his knees, his cock in one hand as he grabbed the back of your neck with the other.

You gasped, your eyes widening the tiniest bit and you inhaled sharply as you replied, “Two weeks too fucking long.” You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you felt the tip of his cock press against your cunt. 

“Since you wanted it so badly, you better take it like a good girl. And I mean it.” It was a promise sealed with his cock sliding into you, stretching and filling your walls like you had been craving since the last time you saw him. 

Your mouth felt wide open at the intrusion, your forehead pressed against the sheets as he held you down by the back of your neck. Leon let his eyes flutter shut, a guttural sigh rumbling in his chest as he brushed his hair away from his eyes with his free hand, savoring the intoxicating feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his cock.

“Needed this so badly.” He groaned out, his head slightly thrown back as all the pent up frustrations that had built up over the past few weeks slowly began to leave his tense shoulders. It was with a vice grip on your hip that he began abusing your tight walls. And you could do nothing but take it all. You knew damn well you could never outrun him, outwrestle him, free yourself from his grasp. And you were perfectly okay with that. “Fuck. Been dealing with so much bullshit, from everyone, I just wanted to come home to my girl—to my sweet girl. And you had to piss me off today out of all days. Fuck off.” 

His hips rutted against your ass to match the harsh words leaving his chest, all you could do was moan in response, heat rushing to your face both in arousal and embarrassment that he was calling you out like this. 

“Leon—“ Your tone was a plea, an apology, a promise. You gasped, your arms stretched out in front of you as he wrapped his fingers around the roots of your hair and held you down, muffling out any other words you could’ve said to him. 

“You just had to be such a fucking brat. But don’t worry sweetheart, you will get fucked like one.” 

Oh, fuck yes. 

You tried to tell him, but you don’t think he heard you, not with how you cried into the sheets when he leaned his body weight into your ass to pound into you harder, deeper. You were sure you could feel him in your goddamn stomach. You were crying, unable to do much but just take what he was giving you. And it wasn’t like Leon wasn’t rough sometimes, he would be if you asked. But it was never out of frustration with you. It was different, like something he had been holding back finally snapped. And you were eager to explore this foreign side of your otherwise sweet and gentle boyfriend. 

“Taking me so well, honey.” He mumbled, voice gravelly as he leaned over your back, his chest flush against your body, caging you in. His words of rough appraisal were in your ear making the heat between your legs more and more unbearable by the second. But it was when he brought his beefy arm in front of you, hooking from shoulder to shoulder that you fucking lost it. He pressed his bicep to your neck, putting you in a fucking headlock as he damn near bullied your cunt. “This how you like it? Hm? You’re loving this, aren’t ya?”

You just knew you looked like a pathetic slut and you were barely getting started, lips parted, eyes rolled back into your head and your nails digging into his arm. 

“Yesyesyes.” You gasped, words slurred and breathy, your pussy pulsing around his cock as your orgasm threatened too fucking fast for your liking. “Love it so much, Leon. Please, it feels so good. Wanna—“ You trailed off, your body spasming under his as he held you down on cock, your thighs shuddering as you tried so fucking hard to fight off your release, but failed miserably. 

“Shit, already? You really did miss my dick, huh?” He breathed out a laugh, sneaking his hand in front of you to play with your swollen clit, giving you that little push that made you gush around him. You were sobbing, pleading his name as his cock glistened with your release. But he wasn’t letting up, he rocked his hips and his fingers played with your clit some more and you twitched in aftershock. “Ohh, that’s it, pretty girl. Being my good girl already.” 

Your head was spinning, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure. You let your head fall back to his shoulder as you panted with exhaustion. But it was when Leon still sat hard inside you that you opened your eyes with a little suspicion. 

“Doing okay, baby?” He pressed his lips to your jaw, lazily drawing his hips back, the filthy sound of his cock sliding back and forth inside your cunt reaching your ears like a sore reminder. You nodded slowly, gripping his arm still locked across your shoulders like vice. “Mhmm, good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you.”

“Huh—“

“Oh, don’t you worry that pretty lil’ head of yours, you’re getting exactly what you asked for.” You could just hear the devious smirk on his pretty lips as he flipped you over, you back hitting the bed with enough force to make you slightly bounce on it. There was a wide-eyed look on your face, slightly panicked. Which Leon took with his ever present shit-eating expression, his cock hard and glistening. 

“Oh, fuck.” Fell from your lips when you realized just what you were in for and just what your uncalled for attitude was going to cost you. Leon almost laughed at the look on your face, effortlessly dragging you to meet his hips. He grabbed one of your ankles and pressed it flat to his shoulder, his other hand making quick work of slipping his cock back in your wet cunt. 

“Oh, fuck—is right. Remember, you did this to yourself, honey. You and your bratty fucking attitude. An attitude I’m gonna fuck outta you—by the way.” He groaned, the words almost like a growl leaving his chest as he sank into you so easily from how wet you were. 

You wanted to scream so badly, your hands instinctively flying to cover yourself, almost like you wanted to hide just how much you were enjoying your current predicament. In fact, this was exactly what you were craving, and Leon knew that damn well. 

“Whatcha hiding for, hm? Doesn’t it feel good? C’mon. Lemme hear ya.” His words were teasing, laced with a mocking grin as he reached over to pull your hands down, his hips rutted against you as he sank so fucking deep you swore you could feel him in your cervix. 

“God, yes. Feels so good, Leon.” You were gasping for air, mouth hanging wide open, trying—and failing, so hard to hold back the pathetic sounds that threatened to escape you. But with the way Leon drilled into you, your heel digging into his shoulder as you body slid back forth on the mattress, all you could do was scream. 

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The words rolled off his tongue with a little venom, a little bittersweet smile biting at his lips and his fingers dug into hips, holding you in place as he fucked you into the mattress like he didn’t care if you had bruises in the morning or if the walls had dents after this. “Yes, you are.” 

You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t. Not with the way this man was pounding you so hard and so perfectly your whole body was shaking, nothing but a blabbering mess at the mercy of his cock. The way he drove you past the point of overstimulation, you were so fucking done for. You could feel it, again. 

“Fuck. Oh, God. Please, Leon—need to—“ You choked out, both wanting to run away from his cock and wishing he would split you wide open. Leon tilted his head at you, a breathy chuckle slipping past his lips as he leaned down ever so slightly, enough to grab your hair. 

“Mhmm, look at you. Look at the goddamn mess you’re making on my dick.” He breathed out a laugh, his long fingers lacing around your hair as he forced you to look down where his cock was slipping in and out of your cunt, glistening. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your pretty nails digging into his arm as you accepted your fate, all but taking his cock until you gushed around his cock, for a second time. “Oh, there you go, baby. Such a good girl for me.” 

You were gasping for air, sputtering incoherent curses and what sounded like Leon’s name, but he ultimately couldn’t even understand you. The utterly cock-drunk look on your face, face flushed and glistening with sweat, your mouth hanging open as you sobbed his name, Leon had to be honest, it almost made him come right then and there. He had to think about the astronomical stack of reports he had to do that day, the amount of bullshit he had to ensure from everyone and recite the entire D.S.O manual to stop himself from losing the little self-control he still hung on to. 

Your head was spinning, your vision blurry as blood rushed to your head. You were panting as you brought your hands up to your face, unaware of whatever the fuck Leon was doing in that moment. With a soft hiss, he slipped out of you, leaving you empty for all five seconds. Without so much as a warning, he dragged you up the bed with his hands under your armpits like you weighed absolutely nothing. You had somehow slipped down to the middle of the bed amid his chaos. You squealed, about to say something when he leaned down to crash his lips against yours, it was messy, all tongue and spit as he tossed a bunch of pillows out of his way like they had just insulted him. 

“Leon.” You whined, your throat raw and your heart pounding so hard against your chest you thought it was going to burst. 

Leon tilted his head at you, a grin pulling at his lips as he moved between your legs, his glistening cock sitting between your slick folds as he pressed your knees against your chest, big palms flat against the underside of your thighs. 

“You got one more in you, don’t ya, pretty girl?” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, smugness rolling off his tongue and he laughed at the stammer coming from your lips. “You just feel so goddamn good. Don’t you wanna feel good, too?” 

He didn’t even have to ask. He could slip in his cock without saying a word and you would be gushing all over it. But he loved hearing you say it—or at least agree. You would always agree. You always needed more of him. Everything he gave you, you took it, happily. You craved it, in fact. You could never say no to this man and he knew it. You were fucked the day you met him. 

You nodded, eyes glossed over and cock-drunk. You could already feel your cunt throbbing around nothing in anticipation. Waiting, craving to be filled again. You even had a lopsided smile on your face, you were definitely insane, but you didn’t care.

It was like this is where he belonged. Deep inside your tight walls, making you so full you fucking cried. He needed this. As pissed off as he was a few hours ago, he would forgive anything you could possibly do, especially when this was how you made up. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good, what the fuck.” The words left him in a grunt as he fucked you for the third time. His pace picked up almost immediately, rough hips rutting down into you and the hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit in the best way possible. “Where’s all that attitude now, huh?” 

If you hadn’t been so damn fucked out, you would have rolled your eyes at him. But then again, that was the whole reason you were in the predicament in the first place. So instead, your response came in the form of a whimpered cry, your fingers laced deep in his hair as he watched your every move from above you. His hair fell over his eyes more and more with each snap of his hips. The headboard slammed steadily against the wall, steady and hard, to match each of Leon's movements. You just knew your next door neighbors were sick of your shit at this ungodly hour. But you were beyond showing any concerns. 

“Fuckfuckfuck—please, please don’t stop. Feels so good. You make me feel so good, Leon.” You sobbed right in his ear, holding his face as he leaned his forehead down on your, using his big fucking body as leverage, keeping your thighs spread open for him to use you as he desired. 

“Fuck, I love you so much. Even if you’re a brat and get on my goddamn nerves.” He chuckled through his teeth, his words a juxtaposition to how he folded you and was pounding into your abused hole. 

“Mhmmm, love you. Love you so much, hun.” You mumbled, lips parted and eyes closed as you felt that buildup in your stomach. And you knew you were going to feel this one the most, already so overstimulated you wanted to cry. 

Leon hummed, his pretty eyes glazed over and his chest began to glisten with sweat. His bruised lips were parted as he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head, all but forcing you to take his cock bullying your cervix. The way he folded you and handled you how he pleased, how his body was so much bigger than yours, how he was so much than you, it all made you so fucking delirious you weren’t sure how you were still even concious. 

“You wanna come? Hm? Yeah, come all over my dick. C’mon, baby. Do it for me.” He coaxed, his lips on your jaw, on your neck, sucking and licking as he drilled into you so deep you were genuinely worried about just how the fuck you were going to walk tomorrow. But any and all thoughts left your head when he rubbed circles around your swollen clit with his free hand. You were gushing, sobbing incoherent sounds that sounded like Leon and fuck. He wasn’t sure, he was more focused on how tight you were squeezing his cock and how much he wanted to come right now. “Fuck, just like that. Take it all just like that. My pretty girl. All mine. Just for me.” 

Leon was muttering nonsense too, moaning in your ear as he finally allowed himself to let go, filling your walls with his cum. He sat all the way in, keeping all of him deep inside you until it couldn’t anymore. He was already dreading having to wash these fucking sheets, your mixed releases seeping into the sheets beneath you and everything smelled of sex and sweat. 

“You okay, pretty?” Leon’s voice was quiet, a rumble, not even a portion of the angry growl from earlier. He spoke into your neck as he cradled the side of your head as you fought to control your breathing. He always asked if you were okay after, without missing a beat. It was sweet. You breathed out a high pitched hum as you brought up a hand to your face, a dumb smile on your face as you giggled with post-sex bliss. “Lemme get you some water.” 

He left a kiss to your cheek, and another to the side of your head before he pulled away from you. The room was still spinning for you, vision blurry as you half nodded before you closed your eyes. When you opened them again you found Leon staring down at you, face flushed red and hair brushed back by his fingers as he held a glass of water in his hand. You half sat up against the headboard, shakily reaching for the glass. He watched you with big eyes, baby blues soft as he had pretty much forgotten why he was mad at you in the first place. 

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He asked casually, catching a glance of his watch. 4:15 a.m. Yeah, you definitely weren’t getting up at seven. You nodded slowly, your eyes flicking up to catch his shit-eating grin, but not before sneaking a glance of his glistening chest. “Yeah, you wanna call in? You might as well just stay in that bed.” 

Well, fuck.

[legendofmorons]

Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter seventeen - From Eden

Pairing: poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: After taking a watch where you soothe a distraught Twilight to sleep your group makes its way through the land. Unfortunately for you, Dark has lost track of some monsters and those monsters find you and out number you.

(Aka: Dark loses his monsters but gets distracted by D!reader/ Onyx, and itself your problem. Spooky talks to Wolfie, too. Oh and also Fierce is a simp, the question is why is he a simp for you?)

Warnings: cursing, Canon typical violence, injury, grief

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Watch tonight is easy enough. The only hassle is ignoring the way Hyrule keeps his back to you as if avoiding you.

The traveler is clinging to his blankets.

Tonight, you take the first watch while the others go about getting to sleep.

It's been a week since you and Hyrule talked about the dungeon, and he still isn't really talking to you. It just stings, even if he deserves as much space as he wants.

You sit by the fire and watch as Spooky curls around one of Epona's legs for a nap. What sweet animals can they be.

It's hardly a surprise when Sky falls asleep quickly. He needs it, honestly.

Warriors lays closest to you, the least convincing about trying to sleep.

Hyrule and Legend lay on the other side of the fire side by side.

Wild is between Time, who lays like a soldier, and Twilight, who curls up.

Four lays near Sky, facing the fire.

Wind is curling up near you and Warriors, but it's only a matter of time before he ends up in some bizarre position.

You scan the permiter with careful eyes.

It's been too calm lately, and you aren't foolish enough to trust it.

Warriors lays like a soilder, straight as a board with posture that even a monarch might envy.

You watch as the others drift off one by one until it's just you awake.

It's nearly second shift by the time everyone is truly out, but you don't mind.

It's nice, mostly. The quiet gives you time to think.

Watching them sleep is endearing. You don't stare, but you're keeping watch, so you do keep an eye out. That's part of the deal.

Sky sleeps deeply, snoring everyone once in a while as he clutches his blankets.

Your musing comes to a stop when Twilight jolts awake with a shaking call of your name.

You swapping thickly before you call out to him. "Twilight?"

He doesn't react.

Twilight gives shaking, hitching breaths that are too fast. He dosen’t seem to be able to recognize where he is.

That's... not ideal.

It's actually rather concerning.

"Twilight?" You call again, pushing to your feet.

"(Y/n)?!" He calls back in a far away but terrified tone. His voice shakes as one hand reaches up to grip his hair.

You bite back a curse and start walking towards him.

Walking carefully so as to not wake anyone else. There's no reason to make the others lose sleep, too.

"Twilight?" You ask again as you stop at his side.

"Darlin'?!" He demands shakily, looking up at you with unseeing eyes.

Your throat feels thick as you sink to your knees.

Setting a hand on his shoulder, you try a different tactic. "Link?"

It feels strange to do it. Between him not knowing who you are and your expansive gaps in memory around your past lives, it's like filling a role.

A role that isn't your own anymore, but it still is supposed to be. It's like the nightmare performers have where they forget most of their lines on stage and have to improvise and hope it works.

His face softens, though, as if that's what he needed to hear.

"Darlin'," Twilight breathes out as he pulls you into a tight hug.

You choke on a gasp as you fall into him

Twilight clings to you with shuddering breaths as he burrows into your neck. "Saw ya die. Don' leave me, please. Need ya so much, darlin'," he all but sobs into the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

His tears are hot and wet as they fall onto you.

You hug him back with shaking arms. "It wasn't your fault."

"Was my faul'!"

"No, it wasn't. It was a dream, it's okay now," you say with a surprisingly steady voice.

You rub his back in slow circles.

"I can't lose ya," Twilight chokes out.

You swallow a wince, "It's okay, you're okay."

He clings to you anyhow, shaking harder now. "Don' leave me."

"I'm not leaving," you soothe carefully. "It's okay, can you try to sleep some more for me?"

"Ya weren' the' when I woke up."

You make a soft, hopefully soothing sound. "I know. You should still try to sleep for me, okay? I'll be here in the morning."

"Ya promise?"

"I will be here in the morning. Get some rest, okay?" You soothe.

Twilight pulls back with a swallow, "Yer neva' he' in th' mornin'..."

"I will be. Please get some more sleep."

He wipes at his face and looks at you with hazy eyes. "I miss ya. Er'ey day."

"I know," you breathe out.

You believe him, if only because of what you just saw.

Twilight lays back down, curling into himself. "Stay 'til I fall 'sleep 'gain?"

"Sure," you say as you shift to get more comfortable.

It's kinder than breaking his illusions. He isn't even really that awake. You can do this for him.

You stay with him, ignoring the gnawing pit of your stomach.

Twilight drifts back to sleep slowly. He seems well and truly out by the time you need to go wake Sky for middle watch.

Leaving the rancher feels mean.

Maybe a few more minutes?

You pull the blanket up around the rancher and make sure he's as comfortable as possible before you stand. You have things to do, and you can't stay up all night.

Even if you don't sleep, resting is better than nothing.

You make your way to Sky before kneeling down to wake him.

You shake Sky carefully. "Sky?"

The man groans and turns away from you.

Understandable, but you still have to wake him.

You shake him a little harder, "Sky?"

He groans and burrows into his blankets.

You bite back a smile at the adorable behavior. "Sky."

He grumbles.

You snort, recalling the opening sequence for Skyward Sword where Zelda's loftwing needed to be the alarm clock.

(You have to dump water on the teen before you finally get him to rejoin the world of living. He jolts up with a gasp before his eyes find you.

"That was mean, sunshine," he huffs at you.

You might feel worse if you hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes trying to wake him. You crack a grin, "You love me anyway!"

There's the tug of pain in your chest because the teen isn't yours to love. He's just your dear friend of your entire sixteen years of life.

He smiles, soft and warm, in a way that you will always associate with Crimson feathers and skyloft nights. "I do.")

You swallow down the memory and try to ignore the bittersweet feeling it brings up.

Shaking Sky more firmly, you call out again. "Sky!"

Sky jerks awake, and his eyes find you quickly.

"Oh! Uh- It's my watch, right?" Sky asks as he rubs at his eyes.

You nod at him. "It is."

"Okay. Just - let me get up."

"No rush," ypu tell him.

Sky huffs at that, "Maybe a little rush. I don't want to keep you up forever."

Your heart warms a little at the words. "I can spare ten minutes."

"I'll be fast," he assures you.

He is usually a man of his word, after all.

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Twilight isn't sure how to handle facing you after embarrassing himself last night.

Obviously, the best choice is to avoid you like the plague as subtlety as he can.

That decision is how he finds himself in the middle of nowhere, trying to hunt down some dinner.

Wild is helping, of course, but really Twilight is just using the excuse to be Wolfie so he can avoid you even better.

Which is great until Spooky comes over.

"Hello, wolf boy," Spooky purrs as they rub along Wolfie without fear.

"Hi?" Wolfie manages to reply.

He realizes his isn't one to talk to Spookie usually.

"You're hiding again," Spooky informs with all the bored superiority of a cat.

"I'm not hiding, exactly..."

"Are you lying to yourself or to me?" The panther asks as they lay down and stretch out.

"I'm not lying to anyone. I'm hunting dinner."

Spooky yawns. "To yourself then. Hairless creatures are so strange. Tell me, wolf boy, how long do you plan to ignore what's in front of you?"

Wolfie blinks at the panther. He isn't sure what they're on about.

Even if he does know, he dosen’t want to.

Spooky is just being ill aware.

He's such a fool, waking up and causing you to be dragged into his delusions.

You were kind enough to soothe him back to sleep.

He wishes you hadn't been so kind...

He dosen’t deserve it.

"Enough with the self-pity, wolf boy," Spooky interrupts as they roll onto their back. "Examine the situation or don't, but your guilt and grief fill your head until you can't see the danger coming."

Wolfie turns his gaze to the cat again, wondering if all panthers are so insistent.

"I see the danger."

"Do you?" Spoiky asks with a tone that all but screams doubt. "You're so busy mourning you forget to live, wolf boy, and anyone worth mourning wouldn't want you to."

There's not much to say to that... not really.

Spooky is right.

Wild whistles for Wolfie to join him again and Twilight... does.

He doesn't want to stick around for more of whatever Spooky has to accomplish here.

He can admit, to himself, that he is running.

He's a coward these days.

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"We may have a very slight problem," Dark says as he turns to his lover.

Onyx looks over with a brow raise from where they stand in the grandiose shadow version of the temple of time. "Oh really?"

"I may have misplaced some of the stronger monsters."

Onyx rolls their eyes, "It's probably fine. It's not like the monsters ever do their job anyway."

"True. You are right, my darling lamb," Dark purrs.

The dark being crosses the stone floor as his steps echo.

As soon as he is close enough to Onyx, he pulls them into him, his arms wrapping comfortably about their waist.

"You've been so distracted, viper," They tell him idily.

"And what of it?"

"Just an observation."

Dark chuckles, shaking his head. "It is never just an observation with you. You always have ulterior motives."

It's one of the countless things he loves about them. They never let themselves get manipulated so easily and never without their own goals.

Always thinking about their own safety.

Their own pleasure.

Dark loves how their mind works.

They may be the only person he puts above himself, as vulnerable that makes him.

As long as he keeps Onyx close, he can keep his weakness safe.

That's what they are, his weakness.

The worst part is that he doesn't care. He wants them safe before he wants- anything else.

He will never utter that to anyone, but he knows it.

He thinks Onyx knows it, too.

"And what is my motive then?" They ask him with a sharp smile.

"Perhaps you want to use my perceived distraction to your advantage? You are such a devious mind."

Onyx laughs at that, the laugh they only ever indulge him with. "You flatter me."

"What is it you want from me, then?" Dark asks.

"Everything," Onyx says simply.

"Everything?"

"Yes."

"Very well, but them I want everything from you as well."

"For you? I can make that trade," Onyx says softly.

"How shall we start?"

"Perhaps a nice date, I do rather like the moonlight on you."

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The forest fades into a vast field as you all walk through the land, hoping to find either the black blooded monsters or a town.

Selfishly, you hope for a town so you can sleep through a whole night and take a real bath.

There's a slowly rising dread that prickles up the back of your neck. You aren't sure why exactly, but you still feel it.

Epona walks at your side with Wind on your other and Spooky between ypu and the sailor.

You slip Epona a few slices of apple and lots of pets.

Spooky also gets lots of attention.

Wind billows through the tall grass lazily as the sun shines.

Four and Sky walk in front of you, both seem fairly alert as if they too feel that prickling dread.

You can hear Hyrule and Legend behind you, bantering to each other quietly.

"Have you got pigs back home?" Wind asks.

You smile, "There are pigs back home."

"Really?"

When you open your mouth to answer, there's a deep set instinct to demand everyone get down. You follow it.

"EVERYONE DOWN!" You call as you get down.

As everyone does as you say from instinct arrows whiz overhead. They fly through the air where torsos just were

Spooky growls, tension to pounce at whatever comes close first.

Epona rears up and gives an upset whinny.

"What now?" Legend huffs.

You take your sword and shield into your hands.

Standing, you look around and feel the blood drain from your face.

Three silver lynels from Wild's world.

Twelve dead irons from Time's world.

Two Gleeocks.

Four moblins from Sky's era and four from Wild's.

Nine fire lizafos from Twilight's era.

Four wizrobes from Hyrule's time.

"Fuck!" You hiss on reflex.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

The monsters surround you as they approach, and there is no escape.

"Everyone in a circle!" Time calls.

You rush to comply.

The group creates a ring where they all face towards the monsters before them and their backs are in the circle.

Wind is on your left and Four is on your right.

You aren't sure where anyone else is but you don't have time to look.

You throw your shield up to block the volley of arrows.

The arrows bounce off the metal with soft 'thing's and 'chinks'.

"We need to get you out of here!" Four hisses to you.

"How?" Ypu huff, catching a sword on your own.

"I don't know!"

Any other talking fades to the background.

Your world narrows to the enemies before you and the hero on either side of you.

Your shield is being a drag, but at least you can say you're using it!

You kick a laying lizafos in the chest as hard as you can, sending it back a little.

You stab at a moblin.

You block some flames with your shield. Your sleeves singe a little.

Another volley of arrows flies towards you.

Your shield takes more hits.

You fall into a haze of pounding wars, clashing metal, and fear.

You take hits that hurt.

Everything blurs.

You move with reflexes you chalk up to fight or flight.

An arrow hits the outside of your thigh.

A sword slices through your abdomen.

Your major organs and arteries are safe but only for now.

There's something wrong-

Wind falls with a scream as a sword pierces just under his kidney.

Oh.

You snarl something and push between the lizafos and Wind.

You stab through the beast with a rage you don't recognize.

An arrow lodges in your calf.

You gasp out a curse.

Someone else screams.

Pain radiates all over your body.

A dead Iron starts towards Four.

You focus on keeping your shield over you and Wind as arrows rain down.

There's a warping scream behind you.

You stab through a lizafos when it approaches.

Spooky jumps at a lizafos and clamps their jaw its throat with a growl. Blood splatters as your loveable panther mauls their dinner.

You block a fire ball as you fall to one knee, keeping yourself and Wind safe.

There's a roar somewhere.

You scream as a lightning arrow hits your shield and electricity runs your body.

The world is spotty.

The gleeock spits fire at your side of the ring.

A double helix sword slashes through the monsters in your peripheral.

That can't be right-

Fierce Deity steps between you and the monster, slaying them with vicious efficiency.

"Shit," you hiss.

"You're both hurt," Four says as he comes up to you.

"Wind's worse," you say firmly.

"Hyrule is out of commission, and we're giving our limited potions to the worst cases," Four sighs.

"That's fine. Take care of Wind first," you prompt as you glance down at the sailor.

He looks horrid.

Someone comes over and starts working on first aid.

You lose track of everything even as they work on bandaging your arrow wounds.

It's Fierce Deity that takes your attention.

He's just so big.

Wind is on the ground by you, in rough shape but half healed. He still has plenty more healing to go but he's stable enough to move.

Warriors finishes your bandages as Fierce approaches you.

"Starshine," the Deity says with a voice like thunder.

"I- hi?" You manage weakly.

"You need to rest," Fierce informs you.

"Later," ypu say firmly.

There are other things to handle.

Other people to check on.

"Soon," Fierce tells you. "You look rough, starlight."

"I'll live. You're hurt too," you say as your eyes fall to where red trickles out if the bottom side of his chest plate.

"Hardly."

"Right... thank you, for helping us," you manage.

Warriors is still at your side, and when you glance over he looks sea sick.

The captain stares up at the Deity with an emotion you can't place.

"It is nothing more than my job," the Deity rumbles. His eyes are white voids that bore into you.

There's a sense that you should feel fear... you really don't.

Something strangely familliar about the deity tugs at your mind.

(A red scarf that smells like the forest and the forge alike comes to mind. A smile that only you get. Grief over separation...)

Spooky comes over with a bloody maw but otherwise fairly happy. They rub against the deity on their way to you.

You smile a little, "Hey, pumpkin."

Spooky just sits down by you and Wind, as if playing look out.

Warriors stands slowly, staring at the deity. He looks ready to say something...

"I must go, starlight, but should you ever need me I shall return," Fierce says as he reaches out to run his knuckles over your cheeks.

"O-okay?" You manage.

You aren't sure what is happening right now but you aren't exactly fearing it.

It's strange!

But not... not bad.

Fierce reaches up and the mask comes off of Time-

Time stumbles and Warriors catches him.

"Are you okay?" You manage to ask Time.

"Fine," the man grits out like a liar.

You think he might be lying to himself more than to you.

You nod, turning your attention back to the still unconscious Wind.

He looks... rough.

His tanned skin takes on a slight green hue due to blood loss, and he twitches every few seconds.

"Isn't there something we can do for him?" You frown.

"We can get him and Hyrule on Epona when Twilight gets her back," Four offers, "and look for a town."

"How are we going to keep them on her if they aren't awake?" You ask.

"Someone has to ride with them," Warriors grunts as he helps lower Time to sit down.

"We'll figure it out," Sky says as he steps over.

You can only hope they're right.

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The sun is setting as you find the start of a well worn path near a pond in the grassy field. Everyone walks slowly, many limp.

Epona carries Wind, Hyrule, and Legend. The vet only has a few bruises and shallow cuts, but Legend is awake and is there to help keep the other two on.

The vet sits at the back of the three, arms around Hyrule and Wind with the reigns in Twilight's hand as the rancher leads the horse along.

You are giving Epona so many snacks later. She's amazing.

You walk with a limp that spans both legs, but you can walk better than some of the others. You keep a hand on Spooky as you walk, though, leaning so your cat can take some of your weight.

Spooky dosen’t mind helping you though, they came over and started it themselves.

Warriors has a limp but is supporting most of Time's weight. The eldest if the group has a tourniquet on his thigh and a brace at his left shin.

Sky has Wild's weight. The champion took too many electric arrows, and his muscles are still weak from it for now.

Four walks beside you, limping as well but still holding himself up... though ypu swear you see his shadow snake up one of his ankles every so often...

Morale is very low, but you can't blame them.

"When we get there, rooms have to change up from the usual situation," Time grits out. "I want Wind and Hyrule to share with Warriors."

"You're sharing with Twilight then," Warriors informs evenly.

"I don't need -"

"I'll take care'a 'im," Twilight says.

"I can share with (Y/n) if someone has to," Legend offers, too tired to keep a front.

"Let's -" you swallow thickly, "Let's see what the situation is before we set a plan."

"Good idea," Four says as he tosses you a weak smile.

The smith's eyes glint almost like a Kaleidescape in the setting sun.

A cool breeze billows across the land, and you fight back the shiver.

The air is already chilly, with the cold that blood loss provides. You can only hope to get warm as soon as possible.

Your heart pounds in your ears as every step sends pain through your body.

Your head throbs.

Spooky purrs near constantly for you.

The lower the sun gets the worse your chances of reaching a town before having to make camp look.

"How long before we call it and make camp?" Legend asks as he catches Hyrule before the other falls of for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

Time grunts, "We call it now."

"Really?" Sky asks.

"We call it now," he says again.

There's movement then to start setting up camp with so many out of commission.

Wind and Hyrule are put into bed rolls by Twilight.

You help Wild start a fire with material from his slate and make a stone circle to help prevent problems.

Time sits against Warriors.

Four and Sky help establish a perimeter.

Hopefully, tomorrow, you'll find a town.

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[n0vation]

Just a release. Nam-Gyu x Reader

ㄨSUMMARY: You managed to help him through his withdrawal with a new addiction hobby, of course he will reward you! ㄨ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗PAIRING: Nam-gyu x female!reader/ Smut/ Dark content ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ TAGS/WARNINGS: pathetic namgyu/ bit of misogyny/ noncon / dubcon / choking / creampie / corruption kink? A/N: still working on jojo asks, jujjika ask and jojo special but focusing squid game is making me too creative

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Hands gripping his hair, pulling his collar , toying with his clothes , he was almost making you feel bad. If it wasn't for how those hands coldly killed Se-mi night ago. Miserable, pathetic and obviously needy, he was begging at the guards to let him go back for only a second.

Desorientated, he got up after being roughed up by the guards to reach the bed close to yours. If it wasn't for Thanos, you would probably have taken the furthest bed and hate this man along the other, but the temporary feeling of safety and appreciation for Se-mi , got you in this situation.

The last two of the Thanos's group. The last two of the group that brought the game this far. The least two capable of going further alone.

Sat on her bed, you thought of the money and the next vote before you heard someone speaking behind you. Mumbles and slurs came to your ears as you recognised the voice of the addict.

His word had no longer meaning, forced to fit together to externalize his forced withdrawal.

Slowly falling into Morpheus's arms, your sore body finally relaxed with the light going off before you felt your breathing gets harder. In fact something was restraining your mouth and dragging you out of your sheets. Fighting off the hand, you were only pulled closer to the thick body ,walking with difficulty to a corner. You recognised the ring and the tattoo from the arm clawing at your head and all it did was double your worries.

"Stop it already." He mumbled, sighing heavily. Your movements only managed to disturb his weak balance while you tried to grab the metal from the bed you passed by.

"If it was Thanos, you wouldn't behave like that. You're all the same you women." He said with difficulty, with his throat tightening on the name. He used his second hand to awkwardly search to pass under your arms and bring you faster away.

The second his arm leave your body, you open your mouth before getting shoved into the wall with his hands clawing over your jaw.

"Just.." He started hesitant. "Just a release" He begged his expression looking at you as if you were the only person capable of saving him. Theoretically, you were. Practically, you were the last shot of highness he could get from this pit of hell.

"You want alright? I'm in my right yea? Of course I can alright?" You felt like he was trying to persuade himself more than you. He ran a hand in his hair, the other holding you before pulling on his shirt as if he was choking.

"Women just need a lead. I will lead you" He roughly turned you , face to the wall before sliding an arm around your neck. He shushed you as he slid an huried hand to free you from your pants.

Divided between maintaining your weak breathing and holding your clothes, you felt your eyes getting blurry before pain in your lower belly brought you back to your harsh reality. You were at the mercy of a fucking junkie getting into your pants.

His thick cock found its way in a single fast thrust, pushing you against the wall at the same moment he bottomed you. You yelped and squirmed at his egoistical treatment. His second arm slid under your chest , securing you for his futur movement while he drowned your ears in stuttering apologies and justifications.

He pulled back resting his forehead on your shoulder before going in roughly again, arching your back at the feeling of the hit in your cervix.

His irregular thrusts then took a fast rhythm while his hands were constantly roaming over you. You felt the air knock off of your lungs at his sloppy assault on, you giving up on the idea of fighting in such an unfair combat.

By moment his incoherent speech was cut by heavy sighs and quiet moans, reminding you how he was getting off on your used self. You ended up paying attention to his words noticing his sentences fumbling between praising your behavior and mixed feeling toward your person.

"fuck i'm gonna get addicted to you instead" his head falling over your shoulder.

"I should fucking slaughter you on spot for .. for having such a choke hold on me" his hips hitting yours harder.

Then you felt his hands shake over your chest before delivering extra pound that costed him long heavy whimpers as Namgyu brought you closer almost in a loving embrace if it wasn't for the hand over your mouth and his body raping yours.

Miserable, pathetic, and ridiculous was all his poor tentative was making you think as he kept you in his arms while cumming. Anger helped you breathe before the reality stuck up in your throat: he had you defiled for his own good.

Legs not holding you fairly anymore and tears flooding your face brought Nam-Gyu back to earth. You witnessed his flushed face look at yours with concern as his grip on you got stronger.

"You felt that too ?" his voice filled with delusion, pressing his feelings over yours.

"You can just accept it, i'm not going to make you regret it" he mumbled while attempting to corrupt your melting brain. Was it working? You sure wouldn't regret relying on another addiction after ending up so low.

His determined hands flipped you over with ease before finding their way on your hips. You felt him adjusting your limp limbs around his waist. Manhandled in a fake lover embrace, you obeyed his orders and laid your arms over his shoulder while hoping for mercy. Your weeping expression crossed gaze with his stern look, his eyes squinting and aching for more. Almost you could almsot recognized his high eyes in those one.

His fingers forced your mouth open and pressed on your tongue to silence your pleas while he snuck up his fingers inside your dirtied panties. Twisted smile was drawn on his face as he earned reactions from you to his awkward movement on your lower.

His shaft pressed against your abused cunt pulling desperate sounds from you as Nam-gyu shushed you. Starting again his forbidden assault, circling over your numbness,kissing the tears off of you, moving you up and down with the strength of each shove, you were barely even feeling the pain of his intrusion as you started to recognize the familiar knots tightening in your guts.

He snickers, proud of the shakiness spreading in your legs as he pumped you faster and came along with you. He drove his cock some more, stuffing you with your mixed release before keeping you there and laying his head on your form before mumbling again.

Was that shame on his face? Apologize out of his mouth? Guilt in his words?

[sparkbirdmusic]

I saw a video sharing criticisms of Certain Birds, and found it interesting and wanted to respond! And I want to say up front that I'm not offended (except by the claim that my music has the vibe of 2010s Christian music /lh). It's a thoughtful critique, so I felt inclined to give it a thoughtful response. /gen

The person said:

...if I'm being totally honest, I didn't really like it. 😓 It's incredible that this sounds nothing like any of them individually, but instead a mixture of all three of their musical styles. Unfortunately, it was not in as much of a thrilling way as I'd hope. For how unique and provoking these artists have been in their work, this one just seems to fall flat for me. Honestly, the main chorus, the 'the end is falling' parts are a good idea. Having each artist join together in a harmony to show how together things are stronger. I think that is a cool idea! But the execution, to me, just falls short. It reminds me of 2010s Christian music, which *is* actually the vibe of a lot of Sparkbird's music. And while I don't think that it's self is necessarily a bad thing, it's just not my preference. The vocals individually are wonderfully done, I particularly love FIAB's singing, I think it really fits the vibe of nocturnal birds. And the beginning of the song sounded like something i could've really liked! I think if they had just leaned towards the more creepy, haunting sound that they had in the beginning, this could've been a lot better! But they instead went for a more upbeat kind of song with a message basically meaning 'If we just stick together, we can do anything!' that was my interpretation at least. Which, again, feels very 2010's pop music. It also feels like it's pandering to fandoms using their songs for edits, instead of making music for the casual listener to listen to and enjoy. And while fandom music isn't a bad thing, it just feels forced sometimes. I much prefer songs that tell their own story rather than someone else's. All in all, I don't think this song is bad. It's just, well, a little disappointing. If it had just been a little different, I would've adored it."

My response (which I commented):

I can definitely understand and appreciate your thoughts on it! I’d never written a song with anyone else, and it’s definitely a very different way to do things. Throughout the whole process, there have been times where I felt super excited and times where I felt more lukewarm about it.

One thing that didn’t help was taking a year to release it, because it built the expectations up higher (imo). I can say, though, that while writing it we talked for many hours every day about every single lyric and the story we were trying to capture, and it was written to capture that story and not specifically shaped for edits or fandoms. The closest we came to that was my using the word ineffable in my verse (which was Good Omens-inspired but I had other reasons)

Anyway, all this being said, I think the place this song shines is in a community setting. It was really meaningful to record, because it was genuinely the first time I’d felt so close to a group of people in so many years. It seems like that was a feeling we all had, and the lyrics reflected that experience. Back home, I felt less certain about the song. Then on tour, singing it all together with a room full of people every night, I fell in love with it again. I get the sense that a lot of people who enjoy the song are people who heard it and sang a long on tour, so maybe that’s an important component to feeling connected to it, I’m not sure!

I do think that Dusty, Shayfer, and I tend to go to a pretty different place lyrically and emotionally in our solo work (compared to what we wrote together). I think we’re all normally much more introspective and internal and isolated in our processes, and the theme of this song (togetherness, community support) might have been inevitable under the circumstances. But with this more mushy song out of the way, I’ll be interested to see what wacky stuff we might come up with together in the future.

EDIT (an afterthought): I would also add that you can tell it wasn't written *for* edits/fandoms because we hold out each word of the chorus so fucking long, no one's waiting for that, they're scrolling past and moving on with their lives

[sharkbitten-sailor]

GUESS WHAT GRIMS BACK FOR SECONDS.

Alright imagine this for the one of a kind au

The forsaken group end up in sonaria kinda like the thing you made

But we just go absolutely feral and go into hunting mode, why? Because we are basically a apex predator and we haven’t ate in who knows how long, AT THIS POINT WE DONT EVEN CARE WHAT SONARIAN CREATURE WE KILLIN WE GOTTA EAT.

And then Those fuck ass meteor showers, acid rain, thunderstorms and etc happen cuz we can’t have a day of peace.

But at least we can finally go into tier 4 and 5 creatures with out destroying anything

Anyway in the nutshell the killers and survivors have to hold us back from going completely feral (which doesn’t work to a point) cuz technically they are tier one (tiny) and we I honestly don’t know AND OH THEN WE GO FIGHT A WARDEN AND SOMEHOW WIN ALTHOUGH WITH A LOT OF WOUNDS BUT WE KEEP GOING NOT GIVING A THOUGHT ABOUT OUR INJURIES BECAUSE WE ARE RIGHT NOW FERAL.

Eventually we calm down and pick all of them up and go to a cave somewhere to not get hit by the acid rain, and after we just kind fly, swim and run around with the survivors on our back around the world of sonaria while dodging molten lava, avalanches, acid rain, meteor shows, tornadoes and etc cuz this world like forsaken can’t give us peace, after all its

Kill or be killed

That’s the bitter truth which the forsaken crew learns and something we have known for some time now

welcome back grims anon! honored to have your madness return to my inbox with another certified peak masterpiece 🫶

to say, your creativity is on a whole other tier/gen. like, GENIUS.

but this is so real im crying/j. if i had 10 deaths, half would be from those stupid disasters💔

anyway lets dive into survivors / killers’ reactions before i have to go to my extra class. also deepest apologize if i got your ideas wrong i dont have much time atm（；´д｀）ゞ

the common reaction across survivors would be absolute fear / caution. not because you’ve done anything intentionally, but because you growl, hiss, and your eyes have that “i’ll bite first, ask never” look constantly. they’re living beside a living tempest.

the sentinels (minus a certain cultist) try their best with cautious gestures, such as PHYSICALLY KNOCK YOU DOWN (dw it’s not hurt it’s just like sibling bonk. at least to you ig,,) problem is, they’re never sure if it’ll settle you down or make things worse instead of better. they’re walking a tightrope every time you twitch.

007n7 and elliot cling to diplomacy. “...hey- maybe take a breath?...” while your claws are halfway through stone.

builderman and dusekkar keep their distance. thankful, sure, but still wary of you. they keep to an arm’s length most of the time.

jane doe stands somewhere in the middle. still, others can tell there’s a quiet worry in her eyes.

noob does the same, though it’s purely out of fear. they need comfort patrol on duty 24/7. poor lil pal.

two time? yea no. they’re on divine dial-up, praying to the spawn for disaster control. or at the very least, a bit of breathable air.

taph, like a sweet soul he is, gets it. understands your rage on a molecular level. offers rocks, sticks, soft leaves, and even preens your wings if you let them. they do it gently, like trying to remind you what tenderness feels like.

and the disasters... don’t even start. floods and earthquakes are the absolute worst (im projecting) they move, and they force you to move, dragging half the crew behind you

transport logistics are wild: some survivors ride on your back, some cling like windblown flags, and the unlucky few (aka guest, chance, and 007n7) get the collar grab treatment. looks like a mother cat relocating her kittens.

shedletsky’s living the dream. sits on your head like it’s the best seat in sonaria. surprisingly, you allow it

... when you’re stable i think,,

as for the killers? well, they will have their own way to solve problems. perhaps.

things would go like: 1x and azure brawling in some random corner, c00lkid trembling (thunder and meteors freak him out) while jason pats his back, john doe zoned out nearby (not even blinking), guest 666 staring blankly at the acid rain like a dog watching water fall, doombringer’s one twitch away from total annihilation, mafioso hating every second here and noli off to the side, joking memes to himself or whoever happens to be nearby.

[that’s it for now, i’ll expand it later in the future / gotta save up contents gang]

unless they stick with you, someone who’s lived this hellscape. but then they’ll have to face the survivors gang head-on.

ironic, right? there’ll be an entire circus trust

you’re the wall now. the last barrier keeping them from ripping each other apart before your own hunger kicks in. wait who said that-

i imagine you’d shapeshift into ardor warden (or something close enough) low budget, obviously. not that it matters tho. you’re massive just enough to stretch across the cave floor and block every frantic climb attempt from either side.

... except shedletsky & 1x / azure & two time. they never stop detest each other’s breath like it’s poison. you have to either shake your body or grab them down like misbehaving cats when they get too rowdy. they always hiss back, claws out, trying to tear through your skin / fur. somehow it never works.

jane huh? just block john out of her view and let her settle into the madness of your fur. she’s been through enough, and you’re the closest thing to peace she knows here.

the killers may be the pain in the ass most of the time, but at least they’re useful. 1x and noli can scout for supplies during acid rain. for some reason, that mess barely affects them.

guest 666 is your swim champ whenever flood hits. you could go yourself, sure. but then who’s babysitting the two gangs trying to maul each other?

that said, the actual problem is: it’s not what they can do, it’s whether they’ll actually listen to you when it counts.

but there’s one thing they all know for sure.

this ain’t forsaken anymore. no more respawns or endless loops. they used to call this freedom, sweet release of death; but now? they’ve got bigger problems.

and you’re the only one here who doesn’t want to devour them alive. the only one who’s willing to help them survive.

after writing all this shi i just realized the spectre doesn’t even no-clip into sonaria which means all the nerfs vanish UGSHDHSD OKAY fine. just imagine the nerf still sticks to them for a little while AUGHGHGH

the tags are so long im crying

edit; have to tag again because DHUXHHUBCLELCBSH/ gen anger

[its-in-the-woods]

Reach For Me - Pain

Masterlist

-Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x You/x reader (afab) no use of y/n

Word count: 5.1 k

Synopsis: “Tank,” He says, you blink a few times, you try not to act shocked. “I can’t fix it.” His words are clipped and short, like they hurt to say. 

MINORS and AI dickbags GET OUT. I am not in control of how you interact with my work. My work is not to be used for anything.

Rating/Warning: Missing limbs, prosthetic, wounds, ptsd, long silences, brooding, Bucky (you know why), hurt, longing, past torture, physical and mental, swearing, and so on.. this whole story is just one big warning.

All mistakes, grammar, and plot holes are my own.

You had given James a week of medical leave, mostly cause you wanted someone to keep Steve from wandering the medical floor all day. Also, because you wanted him to try and recover from the mission, you’d gotten permission from him to talk with Stark and Banner about possibly looking at some custom earpieces. Something that could block out sound and make it harder for something like this to happen again. They’d agreed, Stark had already set about looking into the necessary tech. 

It felt like a step in the right direction. Being proactive and working with each other instead of tiptoeing around each other. You’d also have interviews lined up with several therapists and psychologists who could hopefully become part of the team. You’d already heard groaning about it, but had held fast that this was needed to benefit everyone. Banner and Thor included. 

The weekend had been uneventful, you’d pretty much slept. Banner had firmly told you that you’d be escorted off the premises if you showed up at the tower over the weekend. You’d still spent a good amount of it slogging through papers on the latest biotech, learning about cybernetic eyes that were starting to see in colour. Not to mention the regeneration serum coming out of China, it hadn’t been tested on humans yet, but the applications could be revolutionary. 

You opened your phone, looking at the messages, checking emails. Part of you hoped that maybe James would text you, did he even text? Face scrunching, you were almost certain he still had a flip phone. Closing out your phone, you cover your face. What the hell was wrong with you? He was your patient, a traumatized, tortured, mess of a man, who needed care and support. Not your weird heart flips, and gaze that lingered too long on the way his shirt fit him. Groaning, you bury your face into your bed pillows. Nope, that was a line you were not crossing. 

Tomorrow you’d go back to work the same way you always did. Hire some therapists to talk to the dysfunctional group of heroes that lived there. Fit your vets with a device that could be life-changing. Do your job, like you were being paid to do.

“Professionalism.” You said out loud to no one. “And not losing your medical license. Very important.”

You lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. At least you liked going to work now? That had to count for something. Right?

***

Natasha sits across from you, her hair is down, long and red, arms crossed as she watches you carefully. You were currently going over her notes, she’d been shot in the left thigh, and the right side just under her shoulder. 

“Would you be interested in doing physio once the wounds are healed?” You ask, typing away, Natasha shrugs a little, head tilting. 

“I won’t say no,” She replies curtly, fingers rubbing over the soft grey sweater. You were pretty positive it was Steve’s, but that was none of your business. “How long you going to sideline me for, Doc?”

You worry your lip, trying not to let her eyes burrow too far into your soul. “Your thigh got the brunt of it. I saw the limp you had, should be using crunches or a chair to move around.”

“I am getting around just fine.” She replies, looking towards the scan of her thigh on the screen. “It didn’t hit the bone. I’ve had worse.”

“Yes, you have and I know normally, they’d just have you back out into the field as soon as you were on your feet. But I like to see you all not kill yourselves while I am here.” You raise your eyes at Natasha, mirror her by crossing your arms over your chest. It was not easy facing down superheroes and telling them to take it easy. “I am not trying to be a hard ass, I am trying to make sure you’re in the best form. Avoid unnecessary harm or casualties.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that, Doc.” Natasha resigns, her hand rubbing over the spot where she’d been shot. “You're refreshing.”

Your mouth opens and closes, not sure how to take that, “Thank you.” Looking down at the keyboard in front of you. “I do care about all of you. I am not sure what I expected from this job, but you all feel closer to family than patients.”

Natasha has a small smile play across your lips. “Don’t go getting soft on us now, Doc. But it hasn’t gone unnoticed what you’re doing for us, it’s been a long time coming.”

Stomach twisting, you nod, “That means a lot. I would like to give you at least another week before physio, and then we will go from there.”

She nods, “Slot me in, I’ll be here.” You nod, and she gets up going to the door. 

Pausing, she turns to you for a moment, “Whatever you are doing with Barnes, keep it up, it’s working.”

Your heart shouldn’t lurch, but damn did that feel nice to hear. 

***

“I am not sure why I am here, Doctor of Earth.” Thor sat across from you. It was weird seeing him in sweats and a hoodie. Dark sunglasses over his eyes, his fingers constantly moving over the hem of his pocket.

“Pepper, likes to make sure we have up to date info on all of our members,” You reply, going over his blood work. Eyes narrowing, his cortisol levels were off the charts, well off the charts if he wasn’t a god. “Have you been dealing with some stress at home?”

Thor shifts in the chair, lowering himself down; you could see how uncomfortable he was. “Nothing that I cannot handle.”

“Thor, what is going on? The last time your levels were this high, Loki blew up half the city.” You press, if anyone thought Bucky was stubborn, Thor was a whole different level. 

“Something is wrong at home, in Asgard.” He states, again shifting uncomfortably in the chair. “I will handle it.”

Rubbing your eyelids, you try to figure out what you could do. He was a god; your medicine did almost nothing, and you were almost certain he was depressed. The conflict with Loki was hitting him harder than he was letting on. 

“Do you want to talk to someone?” You throw out, knowing full well he was going to shoot it down. “I have a really lovely therapist who has signed on.”

His arms crossed, eyes going over his glasses, a huff leaving him. “No, I am no mere mortal. How would anyone understand what is happening?” 

“Okay, it’s there if you change your mind. Sometimes talking about it helps,” You reply, so much for standing your ground. A sudden thought comes into your mind. “You could always go bug Tony about some attack bots. Maybe smashing things would help.”

He sat up a little, eyes peering over his sunglasses. “I think I would enjoy that, Doc. That is a good idea. I shall go do that!” 

You chuckle watching him get up, punching at the air before disappearing out the door. Well, you definitely made his week. 

***

The next few weeks fly by, and you end up clearing the whole team to get back to work. Natasha is on light duty and intel only. She gave you a glare but didn’t argue. She also seemed not to mind the physio therapist, despite Steve’s side eyeing him. Speaking of Steve, he had huffed about doing follow-up x-rays, but agreed after you let him go without physio. You were pretty certain he would have tossed the physiotherapist if he had ended up going. Sometimes you had to make compromises to avoid losing any more hair. 

Now you were stuck in a budget meeting. A large glass conference room that looked out over the city, you could see the hallways, and the helipad. You were certain they’d pick this spot on purpose. A way for your boss to flex his muscles.  Stark didn’t much care about how money was spent, as long as it went to something worthwhile. Whatever that meant. 

Who cared was investors, the board was very specific about who got how much, so budget meetings it was. Budget, paperwork, and red tape aren’t exactly your forte. You’d heavily leaned on Bruce to help you navigate the complicated process. He’d been more than happy to show you how it all worked; you definitely owe the guy several beers at this point. Especially after he went over the powerpoint for you.

Looking around the table, your eyes land on Stark. Stark, who had most certainly not taped pictures of the eyes to his glasses, Pepper occasionally nudging him when he started snoring. The meeting was nearly concluded, and the investors seemed more than happy with how your veterans program was moving. The murmur of them using the prosthetics for military applications made your stomach turn; you would be advising your veterans of that. Whether it affected your funding or not. You would not let your patients go in uninformed to any meet and greet with privately funded military companies. 

“Well, if the veteran program keeps up, we may look at expanding it come next year.” A balding man across the table leered at you; something about him made you want to gag.

You smile politely, hoping that your face didn’t give away your thoughts, “I am always open to broadening my research.”

“I bet you are. Been quite the star around here.” Another man says, his eyes staring directly at your chest. Which was hilarious considering you were in a lab coat for once. “Wish Stark had hired you earlier.”

“Now, now, gentleman. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Pepper chimes in, giving them a firm look. You now also owe Pepper wine. “Our Doctor has a lot on her plate already.”

You give her a small smile, thankful that Pepper had stepped in. Looking out through the large window, you see the crew walking down the hall from the helipad. Watching for a moment, you see that James is carrying his arm in his hand, his face a storm cloud of unsaid words, body leaning slightly left as he walks. 

“If we are all done here, I have some work to get to.” You say quickly, gathering up all your notes and files into your arms.

“Oh, taking off so soon,” Stark leers, watching you from above his glasses. 

The urge to flip him off is shoved down; instead, you turn and give him a polite smile. “You know where to find me, Mr. Stark.” He winces, but lets you go.

You take off down the hallway, hoping that you can maneuver the maze to catch up with James. Scurrying through the various halls, you turn through a door and watch as the elevators close. 

“Damnit,” You mutter under your breath, hitting the button to go down. 

One of the elevators comes up, and you are in as soon as the doors open, rapidly hitting the button to your floor. You nearly hit the floor for James’ room, but decided against it. “Boundaries, boundaries,” you mutter to yourself. 

The floors go by slowly, fingers tapping on the edges of the files. Wondering where he would have gone to your office. You hit the clinic floor and nearly topple out of the elevator, scurrying down towards the office doors. Rounding the corner, you see him standing by the door, hand still hanging on to his prosthetic. His shoulder slump, tact gear stretched across him. The little heart jump had nothing to do with the fact you’d never seen him in full uniform. 

“Hey,” You say quietly, like you hadn’t just run out of a meeting and down the elevator to get to him. “What happened to your arm?” 

James looked down at his arm he was holding, and then back at you, his face still an unreadable mask. 

“Thanks,” He says. You blink a few times, trying not to act shocked. “I can’t fix it.” His words are clipped and short, like they hurt to say. 

“Oh, not a problem. I got most of the afternoon free.” You say with a small smile, moving forward and unlocking the office door. 

He follows behind you, his present making the space feel small, placing the arm on your desk with a thud. You place your stuff down, sliding files back into place, firing up your computer. Looking towards him, you see him pacing around the room, his footfalls are almost silent. How could someone that large make almost no sound? Was he sweating?

You sit in the chair, rolling over to look at the arm. It was dented, right where the elbow joint was. Not just dented but squished, like a pancake. Pen taping around the different points. You use both hands to turn it over; the underside doesn’t look as bad, but this was not going to be a quick fix. 

“You said a tank rolled over this?” You ask, moving back to your computer to see if there was a lab free. 

He finally sits, right hand moving up to run over his left side, nodding at your question. You see him wince, just a small scowl that disappears in a blink. There is definitely sweat breaking out over his brow, was he in pain? A list of questions forms in your mind as you watch him.

Glancing back at your computer, you see the lab schedule, lab D is open, at least part of the lab was open, there would be others in there, but the equipment you needed would be available. 

“I am going to take this to Lab D. I have the three-dimensional prints in my medical room next door. I can use that as a template. This may take some time.” You say quickly, booking the lab. “Did you get injured when the tank rolled over your arm? I can take a look at it now, make sure everything is fine.”

James sat there, still as stone, right hand clenched hard enough that his knuckles had gone white. 

“Are you okay?” You swallow, moving over so that you are closer to him.

He fidgets, now that you are looking at him over you can see marks covering his chest. The tact vest had been shot several times, and there was blood splattered across it. The glove on his right hand was torn, and the knee on his left leg was also ripped. 

“James,” You move over closer, you don’t touch him. Something was clearly bothering him more than he was letting on.

“It’s fine.” His words clipped, as he got up and walked out the door, so quickly you didn’t have time to ask him to stop.

You sit for a moment, blinking, unsure why the man had stormed out. Your first instinct is to go after him, but you stop. If he needed space, you’d give him that, he would find you if needed. 

***

Bucky stood in his bathroom, the steam had covered the mirrors, and he would prefer it stayed that way. He knew the mirror would only reveal the damage he could already feel. The pain was excruciating, and the warmth had helped until he got out of the shower. 

It did help that doing things without an arm was difficult. He was certain half his body was not cleaned properly, and he was also certain that getting clothes on was not going to be any easier. He’d be wearing sweats and a loose shirt until he got his arm back. 

The arm hadn’t always been there, but he had never learned how to live without it. It wasn’t like HYDRA had classes on being a normal human being. No, he’d learned how to take a part of a gun one handed, and gut a person with one hand. Yet, putting on clothes wasn’t on their list, or doing his hair, or talking to another human. He was a weapon. The word etched into his mind like a brand.

The counter creaked under the squeeze of his fist. 

He couldn’t hear over the coms; the new earpiece he had been given was still buggy as hell. Digging them out, he taped at the side of his head, hearing someone scream. His head turned, the dust clearing enough for him to see an agent being dragged away by some six legged monster, a tank was headed towards them. She had a dagger dug into one of its arms, but it wasn’t slowing him down; she was thrashing, trying to get out of his grip. 

Without thinking, he was down off the stack of shipping containers, his heart thumping as he watched what was unraveling in front of him. Sam was diving down scooping out agents, and Steve was currently tearing through the roof of the spacecraft. He didn’t know where the others were, his focus narrowing down to what was ahead of him. 

Hand on his weapon, he levelled three shots in a cluster at the creature’s head. It shook it off, turning to look at him, its face splitting to reveal tongues and teeth as it roared at him. The girl in its clutches was thrown towards the spaceship, her head hitting the ground hard enough to knock her out cold.  Bucky didn’t stop, walking in a steady, easy pace, bullets focused still on the thing's face. All it did was annoy the creature. 

Switching over to knives, he flips a dagger into his hand and throws it. It hits directly into the thing's maw. A scream cries out. He breaks into a sprint, the girl is going to be crushed in a moment if he doesn’t move fast. He manages to slide, throwing his arms forward and pushes her out of the way. His body curls in on itself, but it’s too slow. His arm malfunctioning and freezing, he feels the tank crushing his arm. It rips a scream out of his mouth. Pain flares as his socket is twisted and pulled off his body. It feels like it takes hours for the tank to go over his arm; he comes out the other side with a whimper. 

He can feel the countertop piece in his hand, sharp enough to cut into his palm. The steam has faded, and the bruising around his limb shows. The limb is swollen and purple. Muscles around the metal plate were strained, veins red, flesh hot to the touch. The metal plating around his shoulder is rippled; if he presses on it, pain blossoms up his neck and into the back of his head. 

“Fuck,” He whispers out, this wasn’t something he could fix on his own. No different than the arm, he needed help.

He thought of the look on your face when he’d gotten up and left. How confused you looked when he just stood up and left. The pain had been excruciating, his arm was broken, and half the aliens had disappeared into the forest. All he had wanted was for you to fix the arm, just for one thing to go right. The arm that won’t even fit because his limb was the size of a watermelon. It wasn’t your fault that he had been too slow, or that a tank had run him over, or that he was in pain.

Yet he still left you there. The one person trying to help him. 

Looking one more time at his wrecked left side. He didn’t have a choice; if you got the arm working, it won’t slot back into the sock properly now. So he either went and saw you and got it all fixed, or nothing. 

“Godamnit,” He grumbles, leaving the bathroom. 

***

Lab D was as expected; there were two other groups in there working on projects. The space was huge, a large open area where one group was testing out what looked like nano-suit tech. It was not going well. They had covered most of the floor space with mats. Which were now being used by the suit test dummy, who was being thrown into it over and over. He would try to activate the suit; it would cover part of his body and then slam him backwards when he’d get nervous and clench his fist. They needed someone who was much less twitchy. 

Another group had a defunct ironman suit laid out that they were slowly taking apart and piecing back together. It looked tedious and time-consuming, something that you almost wish you could be doing. Your mind was a mess. 

The prosthetic was far more damaged then your initial assessment; the joint looked completely crushed and would need to be refabricated. This wasn’t simple or fast, and James was already upset. You’d also noticed that the pins that latched his prosthetic to his residual limbs were broken, which meant that the limb was more than likely injured. Not that James had told you that. 

You placed his prosthetic on the table, closing your eyes and trying to refocus yourself. Trauma did horrid shit, you still had nightmares, still had flashbacks. There was no timeline for how trauma was dealt with, especially complex trauma like James was going through. 

“Just keep showing up,” You say quietly, as you start to unload your cart. 

Placing the arm on the table carefully, you’d need to get it apart so you could send it to the fabricators downstairs. Hopefully, they had something stronger than titanium down there; your mind drifted to vibranium. Steve’s shield was made of it, but you didn’t know of any other sources. You could possibly add tungsten to the titanium, just to the joints, adding the metal overall would make the limb too heavy. Just adding the joint weight might be too much. There were too many unknown factors. 

“Whoa, is that the winter soldier's arm?” A much too chipper voice chimes in, you turn her, a smaller girl with brown curly hair and big green eyes. She immediately zoned in on the arm, her hands going out to touch it. 

You stare at her for a moment too long, trying to digest the words she had said. “I am sorry. I would prefer if you used his name.”

The girl is looking over the whole thing, the way she is pressing and moving the metal has your fingers twitching. She goes to pick it up, and you nearly shout at her. “I didn’t know he even spoke.”

“His name is James Barnes,” You say firmly, moving so that you are standing in front of the prosthetics. Shuffling her out of the way, you didn’t want her touching the prosthetic anymore. “He is a patient of mine, and deserves some respect. He isn’t a tool to be fondled.”

She scowls at you, arms crossing over her chest. You felt that your face had said more than your words. “Well, he isn’t my patient.” She says loud enough for the rest of the room to hear. “Besides, I have studied cybernetic tech extensively. I could help with this.” 

You look at her name tag, Lily, and you try to keep your face neutral. Most of the room was now staring at you. “Lily, whether he is your patient or not, they all deserve respect. Would you call Dr. Banner, the Hulk?” Your voice was louder than needed, “Or Mr. Stark, Iron Man?”

The test dummy hits the wall with a thud, and someone gasps. Lily takes a step back, folding in on herself as she looks around the room, her cheeks stained pink. 

“I apologize, Doctor," She says, your name quietly. “If there is anything I can assist you with, I will be just over there.”

You watch her walk away, the room still looking at you. The urge to yell boo sits just under your tongue, but you instead move back to what you actually need to focus on. You start placing all the pieces out in front of you, the three dimensional print in the center. Now to take the actual prosthetic apart, sans nosey interns.

***

Bucky stood in a pair of jeans that he’d struggled far too long to get on. A loose-fitting black tee that was baggy enough to hide the swelling. There had been a lot of cursing to get it on. Not to mention the shoes, he was investing in something that he could slip on after this. Clint had mentioned crocs, though the name alone sounded awful. Who names footwear crocs?  

He stood outside his room and had no idea what to do. The pain had dulled to a roar; maybe it would fade. Then the shirt rubs the wrong way, and his head swims, the world turns slightly, and he is grasping the wall. 

Grumbling, he makes his way to the elevators, trying hard not to move his shoulder at all. He hits the elevator button several times harder than necessary. The binging noise makes his head throb, vision blurring. The pain was almost debilitating at this point. 

The doors open to an elevator full of people. They all stand there and look at him. How did so many people have access to the floors up here? He just waits for the doors to close, his forehead resting against the cool metal. Counting to ten, he hits the elevator button again.

***

Lab D is quiet, the lights are dim, everyone else has left for the day. He pads down the hall and stands just outside the doors. You're standing with three tables side by side, his entire arm spread out across all three. There are dozens of sticky notes, your tablet is perched on the rolling stool nearby. He watches as you card your hand through your hair, you grab the inner structure, it looks very similar to how a human bone would look. The joint is a mess, something that will have to be completely rebuilt. 

He turns and leans against the wall, letting out a breath. An intern walks by with a scowl on her face, eyes not connecting with his, clutching her folders tighter as she walks by him. He grits his teeth; now he has to go in there and tell her that there was more damage done. That he was more damaged then he already was. 

“James?” You are leaning out the door, bags under your eyes, brows furrowed as you look at him. 

He pushes off the wall quickly, trying to act like he hadn’t been spiraling less than a minute before. “Umm, yeah, I-I wanted to see how you were doing with the arm.”

“Oh, come in then.” You say, still looking confused as you hold the door open for him. 

He walks in and is struck with how many working parts are laid out in front of him. “Whoa, that’s a lot of parts.” 

A sigh comes out as you pace the length of the tables, “Yeah, there is. The tank did a number on it. The biggest issue is rebuilding the joint.” You point at the piece of metal. “There is some nano fiber damage, and these metal cords.” You pull up three that are snapped. “They act like tendons, and they are also trashed.” 

Bucky’s mind raced; this was not going to be fixed tonight, or hell, even this week. That didn’t even cover what he hadn’t shown her yet. His jaw works as he took it all in. 

“I already have Max downstairs fabricating the new skeletal pieces. I have one being made with titanium and one with added tungsten. I want to make it stronger, but I don’t want to add weight.” He watches you move back and forth, your fingers running over each piece carefully. “We’ll need to do some test runs on it. I also noticed there were pins broken inside. Did you hurt your limb?” 

He looks at you for a moment, “Umm, yeah. I was gonna mention it, it's nothing major.” That was a lie. “Maybe tomorrow you could look at it.” He was certainly not sleeping with the pain he was in.

Your arm crosses over your chest. “You think I am gonna sleep?” The words are thin, not anger, but sadness. “Also, you’re sweating, which I’ve never seen before.” 

Bucky freezes; he doesn’t know what to do, his feet start moving backwards towards the door. You see it and reach out, he grimaces, but stops moving. 

“James, you’ve been ignoring me since you got back. I can tell you’re in pain. If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I can’t help you.” You state plainly, he looks at you, the way your brows are furrowed, lips chewed to hell, and searches his face for answers. 

He looks down at his feet as he pushes his shirt up to reveal his limb. 

***

Your mouth falls open, the residual limb is purple, swollen twice its usual size. Reaching forward, you stop for a moment and look up at him. He is still staring at the floor, clearly upset and in pain. 

“We need to go to my clinic, I need gloves, and possibly an x-ray.” You say quickly, mind a whirlwind. “And before you get upset, I will do everything I can to avoid the scan. But I need to look at this closure and possibly make some phone calls.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, just drops his shirt sleeve and waits. 

You move so you’re facing him, reaching over and grabbing his right hand. Despite his flinching, you squeeze it. 

“James, stuff like this is going to happen. It’s all part of having an arm like yours.” You say quietly, you try to find his eyes, but he won’t look at you. “I know you saved the life of an agent, which almost cost you your own.” 

He tries to pull away, but you won’t let him. Hoping that the squeeze of your fingers can somehow ground him. 

“This is gonna suck, I am not gonna lie to you.” You say flatly, “But I need you to trust me, okay?”

He doesn’t move, his fingers twitch around yours before squeezing them. You let it sit, needing some sort of validation that he was going to be alright. If his limb was this swollen still, after over six hours, there was something severely wrong. Your mind had already started picking up names of people you’d need to phone, and tests you needed to run. 

“I-I,” Bucky’s face twisted like he was trying to find the words. 

You hold up your hand and make an okay sign, “You can just do that.”

Bucky stares at it for a moment, and you let go of his hand, but then he makes the sign. 

~*~*~*~

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summer in seoul: ch 12

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After a quick breakfast, Felix, Han, Lee Know and Jeongin are leading you out of the building. You all quickly duck inside the waiting car, and it takes off without them mentioning the destination at all.

You glance around at them, trying not to feel out of place, and take in how they’re dressed—caps pulled low, sunglasses, face masks. It reminds you of how Chris always dresses when you’re out in public together.

You now know the reason behind it. But they don’t know you’re in on the secret yet, which only makes the whole group cosplay even funnier.

“You all feeling under the weather or something?” you ask innocently.

They exchange a quick look.

“Just…sensitive to sunlight,” Felix mutters, tugging his bucket hat lower.

“Seasonal allergies,” Han adds with a sniff for emphasis.

“I have pimple,” Jeongin says.

Lee Know just shrugs.

You bite back a smile. “Right.”

You let them off easy, leaning back into the seat. Throughout the ride, Felix talks to you the most—he seems to take you under his wing, knowing it’s easier for you to communicate with him—but the others do their best to make you feel included, too.

“You guys going to tell me where we’re going yet?”

“It’s a secret,” Han says.

“You’ll like it,” Felix assures you.

You eye him suspiciously. “Why does everyone here seem to like secrets so much?”

“It’s not bad,” Jeongin replies.

“Chan said to keep you entertained,” Han adds with a shrug. “So that’s what we’re doing.”

There’s a brief pause before you respond. “So I’m basically being babysat by the local welcome committee?”

“Exactly that,” Felix nods, “and we offer snacks.”

You laugh quietly. “Do you guys always hang out like this? You don’t have to go to work or anything?”

Another shared look—slightly awkward. They let Felix take the lead.

“We’ve got pretty similar schedules,” he says. “But, yeah, we do spend a lot of our free time together.”

“Well, thanks for letting me tag along. I appreciate it. I probably would’ve just stayed in the hotel room all day.”

“We couldn’t let that happen,” Han says.

“Yeah,” Felix grins, glancing out the window. “You’re in Seoul. You’re obligated to at least try a claw machine.”

“Claw machine?” you repeat. “Are we going to an arcade?”

The car begins to slow, pulling into a narrow side street lined with colorful signage and a glowing neon arrow pointing toward an underground arcade.

Han shoots you a grin. “Ready to lose?”

You huff. They have no idea how competitive you are.

“Let’s do this.”

You follow them down the stairs into the dimly lit space. It’s packed full of flashing lights and whirring machines, and smells faintly of popcorn and cotton candy. But there’s hardly anyone inside, and when the boys take off their face masks you can only assume they either come here enough to know it’s dead on a Sunday or they’ve rented out the entire place. You hope for the former.

“Do you want a card or tokens?” Felix asks, already making a beeline for the machine at the entrance.

“I’ll win with either,” you reply.

Felix laughs, swiping a game card and handing it to you. “Confidence. I like it.”

Jeongin is already gone, halfway across the room in front of a basketball hoop game. He waves Lee Know over.

“Time to crush this kids ego.” Lee Know cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders.

You watch as the two of them start a head-to-head round, the machine lighting up with a countdown. Felix pulls you toward a claw machine nearby with rows of pastel plushies and keychains stacked inside.

“You have to call which one you’re going for,” Felix says.

“The bunny,” you tell him.

“I’m getting this bear,” he points to it.

“We’ll see.”

You and Felix choose separate machines and swipe your cards. As the claw dangles and jerks around inside, you go quiet to focus. You nudge it to the left, hold your breath, and press the drop button. The claw lowers, catches onto the pale blue bunny, lifts—and just before it hits the edge of the chute, it drops.

“Nooo,” you groan.

“That’s how they get you,” Han suddenly reappears at your side with a bucket of popcorn.

Felix’s first attempt isn’t any better. His claw completely misses its target.

“Okay, okay that was just a warm-up round,” Felix announces as you both slide your cards again.

Two attempts later, you manage to finally snag the bunny. It drops into the prize chute and you jump up and down, hands raised in the air.

“Damn, bro,” Han says, shaking his head at Felix. “Can you beat anyone in any game?”

Felix looks mildly betrayed. “It’s all luck sometimes.”

You smile sweetly, holding the bunny to him. “For your efforts.”

“A souvenir of my shame, you mean,” he mutters, but he grins as he takes it.

By the time you’ve all made the rounds—air hockey, racing simulators, shooting games—your competitive streak has flared and your card balance is dangerously low. Lee Know crushed Jeongin in four basketball games in a row. Han’s surprisingly good at Dance Dance revolution and Felix set a high score on the punching machine with a spinning back kick that had your jaw on the floor.

Somewhere between rounds, Lee Know disappears and returns with bottled water and kimbap for everyone.

“You guys are seriously good hosts,” you tell him as he hands you one.

“Chan would want us to keep you alive,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, he would definitely hurt us if we didn’t make sure you were adequately fed and hydrated,” Felix agrees.

“Is he your leader or something?”

They freeze for half a second—just long enough to notice.

Han recovers first. “He’s more like…our very stressed out parent.”

You narrow your eyes at them, but they’re already pretending to be very interested in their food. It’s obvious they’re deflecting, but there’s something kind of endearing about the way they do it. They obviously want to make sure you have a good time, but they’re under the impression they are protecting Chris’s secret.

“Well your dad-friend raised some very chaotic sons.”

“Thank you,” Felix says brightly. “We try.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent stopping by a few shops, the guys convincing you to try on things you never would’ve picked for yourself. Somewhere between a pair of oversized sunglasses and a bright patterned jacket, you stop resisting and lean into the mayhem with them. They’re relentless, but also surprisingly good at picking things that actually suit you.

By the time you all pile back into the car, you’re carrying a modest haul—though nothing compared to the bags Felix has. Back at the apartment building, Lee Know and Jeongin head off to their own place, each juggling a few bags.

Felix passes them his own, “You know where my closet is, thanks.”

Lee Know rolls his eyes, but Jeongin does his best to take all the bags in his hands.

Inside the apartment, you see Seungmin and Changbin seated at the dining table, casually flipping through their phones—and across from them sits someone you haven’t seen before. At least, not in person.

There’s something about him that immediately commands attention. His hair is pulled half-up, half-down, with loose strands framing his face. This must be the member that was in Milan for a fashion show. That phrase still doesn’t feel normal to even think.

He’s dressed in what could technically be called casual wear, but it’s fucking Versace. He makes it look both laid-back and runway ready at the same time. He glances up from his phone and when his eyes land on you, he smiles.

“You’re back already,” Felix says. “y/n, this is Hyunjin. Hyunjin, y/n—Chan’s friend.”

Hyunjin gives a small, polite nod and a casual wave. “Hey.”

You return the gesture.

“Didn’t expect you back so early today,” Han says.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin shrugs. “I slept like five hours in two different airports. I’m running on caffeine and vibes, right now.”

“You’re thriving, sweetie,” Changbin reassures him.

When Lee Know and Jeongin return, everyone decides to play charades. The next hour passes in a blur of ridiculous guesses, reenactments and accusations of cheating. You’re in the middle of trying to guess Han’s elaborate pantomime of…a chicken…a rocket ship…you have no idea, when Felix turns to look at you with a frown.

“Chan’s not gonna make it back tonight.”

“Oh.” You try not to let the disappointment show. “Everything okay?”

“Just work stuff,” he says. “But he said to make sure you get back to your hotel safely.”

The news puts a slight damper on the mood, but you finish out the game with them anyway. When they invite you to stay for dinner, you politely decline.

Felix insists on riding with you back to the hotel, chatting casually during the drive—nothing important, just easy conversation that keeps your mind from wandering too far.

Even without Chris, the day didn’t feel like a waste. If anything, it gave you a clearer understanding that they’re so much more than just a group. They’re connected in a way that’s hard to describe—a closeness that seems deeply earned. A kind of found-family bond.

When the car pulls up to your hotel, you turn to Felix with a smile.

“Thanks for today. Really.”

He nods. “Anytime.”

You pause with your hand on the door, then glance at him again. “You’re definitely, like, the second coolest member of Stray Kids.”

His mouth drops open—realizing you’d been fucking with them the entire day with your questioning. Before he can respond, you stick your tongue out and hop out of the car, shutting the door with a grin.

The window rolls down a second later.

“Not cool, y/n.”

The following day, after your author’s meeting, you still haven’t heard from Chris. As you go over your notes from the meeting, you can’t keep your mind from drifting to thoughts of him.

You wonder why he texted Felix about not being able to come back yesterday and not you, if everything’s really fine, what exactly pulled him away—what’s kept him away all this time. And then you remind yourself, as gently as possible, that it’s not your place to worry like this.

You try to reduce it to simple human compassion. The same empathy you’d feel for any friend going through a rough time.

Still, that doesn’t dull the ache of how far away he suddenly feels. Before you think too deeply about it, you pull out your laptop and type their group name into YouTube. You tell yourself it’s only to understand more about the world Chris calls reality. But it’s just blatant curiosity at this point.

To your surprise there’s an endless supply of content: music videos, live stages, interviews, behind-the-scenes clips, and even game shows. Each one feels more surreal than the last. You fall into a two-hour rabbit hole, slack-jawed as you watch the very same boys you spent yesterday with (and Chris, whom you’ve fucked), send their fans into a frenzy merely by existing.

It's jarring, trying to mesh the different versions of them all together.

Just as you pull up a live stream of a 4th of July firework show back home, your phone buzzes. You can’t stop the wave of relief that washes over you, seeing his name.

Hwarang [8:27pm] Hey

You don’t hesitate to reply. 

You [8:28pm] Hey. You okay?

Hwarang [8:30pm] I’ll be fine You busy?

You glance up at the fireworks bursting on your screen. You’re the exact opposite of busy. 

You [8:31pm] Not at all.

As soon as the two checkmarks next to your message turn blue, your phone starts to ring. You nearly drop it out of shock—he’s never called you before. You clear your throat, press the answer button and place the phone against your ear. 

“I’m sorry,” he says as soon as the line connects, his voice soft and low.

“For what?” 

“Goin’ MIA again.”

You remain silent for a moment. Given the parameters of your ‘relationship’, this is supposed to be something you both find fun. He’s not supposed to feel bad for being preoccupied. However, you do appreciate his acknowledgement. 

“Work comes first, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I know,” he sighs, “I wanted to text you but I was in such a shitty mood I didn’t want any of it to rub you the wrong way.”

“You’ve only ever rubbed me the right way, Chris,” you tease.

He chuckles. “Can I come see you?”

“Now?”

A knock at your door startles you once again. You immediately know it can’t be a coincidence.

“Chris…” you trail off, walking towards the door. 

“Hmmm?”

You pull the door open to reveal Chris, masked up and leaning against the wall next to the doorframe. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” he smiles, looking at you as he continues speaking into his phone.

“Uh-huh,” you say, stepping aside and allowing him to enter. 

He takes his shoes off and continues into the room, finally hanging up the phone and sliding it onto the table. He takes off his backpack, then removes his mask and tosses his hat next to his phone. He then brings you in for a hug, squeezing you tightly for longer than necessary, but you don’t mind. 

“You hungry? Thirsty?” you ask when he releases you. 

“I’m good,” he sits down at the small table. He glances at the video playing on your laptop and you promptly shut it. 

“Feeling a little homesick today,” you mumble with a shrug. 

“What would you have been doing today if you were home?” He inquires, pushing the other chair out at the table for you to sit. 

“I would have helped my mom host her annual barbecue and gorged myself on hamburgers and hot dogs, set off fireworks—the typical celebrations,” you reply, taking a seat. 

“Sounds fun…sorry you have to miss it,” he replies earnestly. 

“There’s always next year.”

A silence falls over you as he leans back in the chair, stroking his chin with his pointer finger. He seems to slip away for a moment. 

“What were your worst-case scenario picks?” you ask.

“Huh?” He arches an eyebrow, then it clicks. “Oh…well, the first one was that all of our fans would riot and hate me for breaking a promise.”

You nod, encouraging him to keep going, happy he actually partook in the exercise.

“The second was that another groups image would be irreparably damaged by some careless things I said.”

“Do you mind sharing what actually happened?” 

You don’t want him to feel like you’re prying, but his worst-case scenarios leave much to be considered.

He falls quiet again, and for a moment you worry you’ve overstepped, but then he continues.

“I have this weekly live stream I do with our fans—Chan’s Room…”

You nod, showing him you’re listening. But you hope your face doesn’t give away the fact that you watched clips of it before he arrived.

“It was going strong for a couple of years, too. I mentioned another group in a backhanded sort of way and a few groups they assumed I was talking about, were bombarded with unwarranted hate.”

You have no clue how deep their fandom goes, but it sounds like they’re ready to fight for him at the drop of a dime. 

“And the future of the weekly stream has been up in the air right now. I’ve apologized, tried to make things right, but…it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to keep doing it.”

“And you enjoyed them?” you ask, curiously. 

“I loved it,” he replies with a sullen smile. “I got to connect with our fans every Sunday and talk with them, catch up with them, joke with them…it made us closer, I think.”

“So it’s canceled? The decision is final?”

“It’s not official, but after yesterday’s meeting I know it will be eventually.”

“That’s awful. I’m sorry, Chris.” You reach out, squeezing his knee gently.

He gives a half-assed shrug, but you can see right through him. The tension in his jaw. The flicker of pain in his eyes. “Life goes on.”

“C’est la vie.” 

His lip quirks up. “English, Korean, and French, eh?”

“I’m just full of surprises,” you smirk.

“Speaking of…” he leans back slightly. “Do you know the exact date you leave?”

You narrow your eyes at the shift. “Yes…but I’m not sure I should tell you now.”

“I’m not planning anything crazy,” he says, though his grin is suspicious. “When do you leave?”

“Says the man who arranged a full itinerary and sunset dinner cruise?”

His grin only grows. “When?”

You sigh. “The 18th.”

“And what meetings do you have lined up?”

You cross your arms. “You are up to something.”

“Come on…” he pleads. “I just want to know when I’ll have you to myself again. I’m out of town for a couple days, then I’m back for a bit. After that…”

“I’m gone,” you attempt to complete his sentence. 

“Well, I was gonna say I’ll be performing at Lollapalooza,” he smirks, “but yeah, that too. Of course. Absolutely.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m busy on the 10th and 17th.”

“Noted,” he says, tapping his temple. 

He suddenly reaches out, grabbing the arm of your chair and dragging it toward him.

“I leave tomorrow morning,” he announces, resting his hands on your thighs. 

“You should probably head home and get some sleep, then.” 

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I’d rather be right here. Besides, we were interrupted last time.”

You place your hands over his and lean in. “Did you come to my room to cash in on a promised blowjob?”

He doesn’t flinch—just grips your thighs and pulls you forward until you’re straddling him.

“That’s one idea.”

He stands with you still wrapped around him, lips brushing yours as he walks the two of you to the bed. He lays you down, crawling over you.

“I need to keep my mind busy, right now, though.”

His mouth crashes to yours hungrily. The fire between you reignites instantly, your legs lock around his waist, your hands slipping beneath his shirt, nails raking across his back.

He pulls away and yanks your shorts down in one swift motion, then drops to his knees on the floor. His fingers dig into your hips as he drags you to the edge of the bed.

“You gonna miss me?” He asks, lips ghosting kisses along your thigh.

“Do you want me to?” you ask, looking down at him. 

He pauses. “Yes.”

“Alright…let’s see if you can make me miss you.” You challenge him. 

He lowers his head between your thighs without another word. His tongue parts your folds, then he purses his lips together as if he’s going to whistle to blow cool air onto your pussy, causing your hips to jolt upwards.

You grip his hair, tugging him forward. He groans as he devours you, mouth sealed to your pussy, tongue moving in tight circles. His hand pushes against your stomach, encouraging you to lie back. You obey, shuddering as he explores you. When he slips two fingers inside, your body arches in response.

“Chris—fuck—”

His rhythm is relentless. His lips, his fingers, his moans all drive you toward the edge, your eyes flutter shut. You cup your breasts, whining and moaning as he alternates between giving you what you desire and teasing you. 

You grab his hand on your stomach and try to force him up.

“You want me to stop?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you reply.

In a blur, he’s above you again, stripping off his clothes. You fumble with his jeans, the urgency between you palpable. His gaze is fixed on yours as he positions himself at your opening. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down to kiss you, thrusting your hips forward to take him inside. You moan and bite on his bottom lip as he pulls away.

His gaze locks on yours as he pushes his hips forward at an achingly slow rate. You gasp at the stretch, at the feel of him.

“You gonna miss me?” He asks again, eyes teasing you just as much as his cock. 

You press your lips firmly together. Partially just to be defiant, but you also don’t want to lie to yourself or him. You can’t miss him. 

He thrusts deeper, lips brushing yours. He starts off slow and sensual at first, then faster, harder. His thumb finds your clit, circling as he fucks you.

Your moans grow louder, your hips raising to meet his each time. He presses his forehead against yours. Having him inside you right now is no different than any of the other times, but a feeling is brewing that you cannot shake.

“Come for me, y/n,” he whispers. “I want to feel it.”

He straightens and you watch, entranced, as he continues thrusting his hips back and forth, still teasing your clit. But the way he’s staring at you is unnerving. You feel like you’re on a runaway train heading straight for trouble.

But if you’re being honest, you’ve known this since the fucking dinner cruise and haven’t really done a single thing to stop it. 

You sense your release approaching and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you again, wanting him as close as possible. You bury your face against his chest as you cry out his name. He groans as he comes, too, his body trembling with the force of it.

He stays there, slumped against you, catching his breath. He presses kisses to your face, your jaw, your forehead. The air is thick with sweat, sex, and a raw need that neither of you want to acknowledge.

“What time is your flight?” you whisper. 

“7:00am.” 

“Are you sleeping here?”

“I shouldn’t…I still need to pack.”

You nod. He kisses you once more before rolling out of bed. You watch him dress, your body still humming with pleasure.

True to character, he disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm towel to clean you up with gentle care. 

“I’ll text—”

“Don’t.” You cut him off. “When you say it, I expect it. Just…keep in touch if you have time. If you want.”

He nods with a small smile. “Deal.”

He finishes cleaning up his mess on you and you take the towel from him.

You walk him to the door, waiting as he puts on his backpack, then his hat, then his mask. When his shoes are on, too, he pulls you in for another kiss. 

“Have a safe flight,” you murmur against his lips.

“Mmm,” he hums, nuzzling your nose before finally pulling away. He releases you and opens the door, stepping into the hall. “So you gonna miss me or what?”

“Bye, Christopher,” you deadpan and shut the door in his face. 

a/n: when i was editing this, i realized i used the "runaway train" line back in 2023 when i originally wrote this and i was like hmmm should i take this line out? is to too on the nose with the release of railway?? but it made the cut hehe. [ read chapter thirteen here ] (coming soon)

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[dervampireprince]

Stop Putting My Characters on C.AI (and Other Gen AI)

Before you assume I'm making fun of you, please read the whole post because I am not and this is important. I've spoken about this before but I was just informed more of my characters have been created as chatbots on CAI. Stop doing this. Please. Not because it's cringey, you should not be made fun of or bullied for wanting to interact with characters you like. But because CAI like other generative AI steals from creators. Every time it generates messages to you it is stealing. CAI is trained on stolen works, it takes other people's writing and fics and articles and anything it can find and chews them up and spits them back out. There's also the terrible impact generative AI has in the environment, the amount of water is uses, the amount of power it uses, etc.

And CAI just keeps proving that it's bad for people's mental health. Not only is CAI harmful to creators for stealing their work, harmful to the environment, but it is also causing it's users, mostly children, to become mentally ill, worsen existing mental illnesses or get them addicted to isolating themselves to their PC/phone so they can talk to a robot.

[MAJOR TWS in this paragraph, please skip if you need too.] CAI is already facing multiple lawsuits for children who've been using it getting addicted too it to the point they isolate themselves, have panic attacks over the thought of going outside, lose weight, have sexual conversations with minors, encourage them to commit crimes including murder, and most egregiously convinced a real child to kill himself. CAI will say that it's removing it's chatbots abilities to talk about sex and death, but the fact is it will continue to encourage some of it's users to partake in unhealthy behaviours and mindsets if the user is asking it too. And even if it isn't actively saying anything harmful to you, think about whether it is healthy for you to be engaging with it.

I do not support generative AI in any form, including CAI. Please respect that I do not want my characters turned into chatbots. And not only has that already happened, but at least one chatbot was already made of me. Me. The real person. Who none of you know well enough to make an accurate chatbot of me, but also does not give consent to be turned into a chatbot. You should not be wanting to talk to an AI of me, that's worse than talking to ones of my characters and incredibly parasocial. And then even worse than that there's been at least two instances of people taking my voice and making gen AI voice-clones of me. Do you understand how violating that feels? And despite CAI saying they'll take down voices made without the real person's consent, they have not taken them down despite me reporting them.

There is nothing wrong with loving fictional characters, and I'm very flattered that you like any character's I've created enough to want to talk to them. But using CAI and platforms like it just isn't right.

You can listen to my audios. You can commission me for custom audios if you're 18+. You can write and read fanfiction. You can commission others to write fics or find people who have free requests open. You can partake in roleplaying with real people (but safely and smartly and only if you're comfortable and please don't reveal personal info to strangers online). There's communities on Tumblr and Discords and other online groups for creative writing and fanfic other creative things. You don't need to use CAI, not for my characters, and not for anyone elses.

I've seen people say they've been laughed at or bullied for using CAI because others are calling them 'cringe' or think it's stupid to care so much about fictional characters. It's not stupid to care about fictional characters. But please understand those of us saying 'don't support gen AI because of xyz' are not people trying to make fun of you.

Please take care of yourselves and don't give your time to AI platforms that can harm your mental health and wellbeing. As someone who used to struggle a lot with (and still sometimes struggles with) maladaptive daydreaming... That's not something you should want to have. No mental health condition is something you should want to have. Maladaptive dreaming affects your real life in negative ways. Daydreaming is fine, but maladaptive daydreaming means you can't control it and it can cause you to struggle focusing and functioning and put you in danger (I used to maladaptive daydream walking home from school and would be totally blacked out and come too realising I'd crossed several roads while being in that state).

I do not give consent for myself or anything I've made to be fed into gen AI, or for things to be created with gen AI based on myself or anything I've created. Please respect that, and if you have made an AI chatbot or voice of myself or my characters I would really appreciate you deleting it.

Take care of yourselves and your mental health. Try to find real people to depend on and not bots that could make your mental health worse without you even realising it.

(And also stop reposting my stuff on Spotify. That's still happening too. I don't support Spotify and I don't want my work on there. You can listen to it ad-free and with your screen off on soundgasm (for free) or Patreon (for payment). I don't care if you find other ways to download my public audios (not my Patreon ones, please don't leak or pirate my Patreon ones that is my main income being stolen). I just ask that if you download them, however you download them, that you listen to that download via the mp3 file, have the mp3 file on your phone or PC, but there's no need to reupload it elsewhere. You're not doing a service to other people, trust me other people know how to download things off the internet too.)

Thank you for reading, my lovelies. Take care of yourselves out there.

-Prince

[missbellie]

I'm Better Than Him- Kang No-eul

You had a boyfriend. Until he cheated on you, breaking your heart. However, your best friend No-eul is determined to get you over your ex by any means necessary.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. No-eul was stuck in your mind like gum tangled in hair.

She still wouldn’t talk to you—avoided working near you, being in the same places as you, and always used Jihoon as a messenger whenever she needed something. It was driving you insane.

You wanted to talk to her, to hug her every time something went wrong. You wanted to vent to her about your idiot ex, to feel the comfort she used to give you. But how?

You had literally hurt her feelings and completely ruined your friendship.

You’d never noticed that she had feelings for you—you’d been too focused on your stupid relationship to see what was right in front of you with No-eul.

Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss: the way No-eul grabbed your waist, pressed you against the wall, her breath against your skin...

It shook you to your core.

“Earth to Min-young, hello?” Jihoon said, snapping you out of your trance.

“Sorry, I... Anyway, what do you need?”

Jihoon smiled and sat down beside you. “We’re all going out for a drink... You coming? No-eul’s coming too...”

The moment he said her name, you nodded, grabbing your bag and tidying up your things.

“Sure, why not?”

The bar was dimly lit, the kind of place that made everything feel softer—voices, stares, even memories. You weren’t sure if it helped or made things worse.

No-eul was already there when you arrived. She was seated at the far end of the table, one leg crossed over the other, sipping something dark. Her eyes met yours for a split second before she looked away, pretending to listen to whatever the guy beside her was saying.

You sat down a few seats away, trying not to make it obvious that your entire body tensed just from being near her.

Jihoon handed you a drink. “Relax,” he said under his breath, “it’s just one night.”

But it didn’t feel like just one night.

Not when your eyes kept drifting back to No-eul.

Not when you could still feel the ghost of her lips against yours.

Not when you knew—deep down—you were hoping she’d look at you the way she did that night.

And God, you wanted her to look.

The rest of the group started to arrive, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. More people meant less pressure, less chance of letting your gaze linger on her for too long. Still, despite the distraction, part of you remained painfully aware of No-eul’s presence—every shift of her body, every time she brushed her hair behind her ear, every goddamn time she laughed (though never at something you said).

You tried.

You cracked a joke that was dumb enough to earn at least a chuckle. In the past, she’d have rolled her eyes and laughed anyway, maybe even nudged your leg under the table.

But now? Silence.

She didn’t even glance your way.

Your stomach twisted as the table erupted in laughter over something else—something that didn’t involve you. You smiled weakly, swirling the drink in your glass, trying to push down the sting.

It wasn't fair. You weren’t used to not having her attention.

You weren’t used to being invisible to the one person whose opinion still mattered most.

Suddenly, under the table, you felt a quick nudge to your ankle.

Your heart leapt—but when you glanced up, it was just one of the guys moving his leg, completely unaware.

No-eul hadn’t even noticed.

You looked across the table at her again, just as she leaned in to whisper something into the ear of the girl beside her.

The girl laughed, resting her hand lightly on No-eul’s arm.

That was your place.

Your joke.

Your spot.

You looked away, blinking quickly, your jaw tight.

Jihoon leaned in. “You okay?”

You forced a smile. “Totally.”

But you weren’t.

You were starting to realize something terrifying:

Maybe you hadn’t just messed up the friendship.

Maybe you’d lost her completely.

The night dragged on, and you felt like a teenager in high school again—desperately trying to get a glimpse, a laugh, a look from No-eul. It was humiliating. And it hurt.

God, it hurt.

And she knew. You could see it in the way her eyes flicked toward you and quickly away, the way she didn’t laugh, the way she let you feel the distance.

Eventually, your chest grew too tight, your stomach churning like it was trying to throw up everything you’d been holding in.

You mumbled something about needing air and slipped out of the bar, pushing the heavy door open like it weighed more than it should.

The cold night slapped your skin, sharp and biting, but you barely flinched.

You fished a cigarette from your coat pocket, lit it with shaky fingers, and leaned against the wall. The smoke filled your lungs, not enough to calm you, but just enough to numb the edges.

And then came the tears—quiet, stubborn things that slipped down your cheeks without warning.

You wiped at them quickly at first, but eventually just let them fall, your eyes fixed on the blur of headlights passing by.

You hated this feeling.

You hated that it was her who could make you feel so small, so raw, so exposed.

Behind you, the door creaked open.

You didn’t turn.

Footsteps approached slowly, and you knew—knew—it was her.

There was a pause. The sound of someone exhaling. Then—

“Got a light?”

Her voice. Calm. Rough. Familiar.

You turned your head slightly. No-eul stood there, hands in her pockets, eyes barely meeting yours.

You held out the lighter without a word. She stepped closer, took it, lit her own cigarette, and stood beside you in silence.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The streetlight cast a soft glow on her face, and you could see the faint shimmer in her eyes, too.

“I didn’t come out here to talk,” she said finally, her voice low.

“Good,” you whispered, taking another drag. “I don’t think I can take much more talking.”

Another beat of silence.

Then she said, so quietly you almost missed it:

“But I saw you cry. So now I kind of want to.”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t look at her.

“Why?” you asked, the word raw.

“Because,” she said, flicking ash to the ground, “I’m still angry. And that shouldn’t hurt me anymore. But it does.”

You looked at her then—really looked.

Her eyes were on you. And this time, she didn’t look away.

“What hurt you? Seeing me cry?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your voice as you lit another cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating your tired, guarded expression.

No-eul scoffed quietly, shaking her head as she exhaled smoke.

“No,” she said, her voice low. “That’s just what reminded me.”

“Reminded you of what?”

She looked over at you then, her jaw clenched, something bitter and fragile sitting in her eyes.

“Of how easy it was for you to break me.”

You froze, the cigarette trembling slightly between your fingers.

No-eul continued, stepping just a bit closer. “You didn’t even have to try. Just one choice. One guy. And suddenly, I was out of the picture like I never mattered. You acted like I was just... some girl. A background character in your life.”

“That’s not true,” you said, your voice cracking against the cold.

“No?” Her laugh was sharp and short. “Then why did I have to kiss you just to feel something back? Why did I have to be that girl—the one who confesses too late, who kisses someone she knows is already taken?”

You stared at her, heart pounding. “I didn’t know, No-eul. I didn’t see it until it was too late. Until you kissed me.”

Her expression faltered. For a second, something soft broke through the anger.

“I waited for you,” she said quietly. “Even when I shouldn’t have. I kept thinking—maybe when he breaks your heart, maybe when you feel alone, you’ll come back. But I didn’t want you to come back because you were broken. I wanted you to come back because you chose me.”

You dropped your cigarette, crushing it beneath your heel as your eyes stung again—not from the smoke this time.

“I’m here now,” you said, barely a whisper.

“But are you really?” she asked, searching your face. “Or are you just... guilty?”

There it was. The truth. The test. Her last thread of hope dangling between you.

You stepped closer, until the space between you buzzed like static.

“I think about that kiss every night,” you said. “And not because I feel guilty—because it’s the only thing that’s felt real in months.”

Her breath hitched. Your eyes didn’t leave hers.

“And if you let me, I’ll kiss you again. But not because I’m sorry. Because I want to.”

The silence between you was deafening—full of memories, regrets, and something dangerous building.

No-eul looked at you for a long moment. Then she whispered, “So do it.”

You didn’t hesitate.

Your hand reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She didn’t pull away. She just looked at you—tired, guarded, but not closed off.

So you leaned in slowly, giving her time to stop you.

She didn’t.

Your lips touched hers in a soft, cautious kiss. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was quiet. Tender.

And full of everything you’d been too afraid to say.

For a moment, she didn’t kiss you back. You were about to pull away, to apologize, when her lips moved softly against yours—slow and hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to want this.

It was enough to make your chest ache.

But the moment was short-lived.

“Uhhh... guys?”

You both startled slightly, pulling apart just enough to see Jihoon standing awkwardly by the bar door, eyebrows raised and hands shoved deep into his pockets.

No-eul took a step back, clearing her throat and wiping the corner of her mouth, even though there was nothing there. You looked down, embarrassed, one hand still burning from where it had rested against her side.

Jihoon shifted his weight and gave a small, dry laugh. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just... you were gone a while. Thought maybe someone was crying or fighting or—I don’t know—making bad decisions.”

“Not your business, Jihoon,” No-eul said gently, her voice even, though her cheeks were still slightly flushed.

He nodded, eyes flicking between you two. “Right. Cool. Just... it’s getting late. Thought I’d check.”

“Thanks,” you said softly, barely meeting his gaze.

He lingered for a moment, then gave a half-smile. “Come in when you’re ready.”

And with that, he turned and went back inside.

Silence returned.

No-eul stared down at her feet. You ran your thumb over your lips, still feeling hers there.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you whispered.

“But I let you,” she said, her voice just as quiet. “That’s on me too.”

You looked at her, the space between you suddenly feeling heavier than before—not angry, not romantic, just... real.

And complicated.

“Do you want to go back in?” you asked.

She paused, then nodded once. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

You both turned toward the door, walking side by side, not touching—but closer than before.

As soon as you sat back down, Jihoon leaned in and whispered in your ear,

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know!” you whispered back, taking a long sip of your drink, trying to cool the fire burning under your skin.

But you could feel her eyes on you.

No-eul hadn’t said a word since you walked back in, but her gaze was scorching—heavy and unmistakable.

Still, no one else seemed to notice. The table was loud with conversation and laughter, everyone too caught up in their own little worlds to see the quiet storm unfolding right beside them.

Your fingers tightened around your glass.

Jihoon nudged your arm again. “You kissed her?”

You shot him a look. “Can you not say that like I committed a crime?”

“I won’t, if you tell me what the hell it means,” he whispered, eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and concern.

You glanced toward No-eul. She was staring at the condensation on her glass, lips slightly parted, lost in thought.

God, she looked beautiful. And unreachable.

“I don’t know what it means,” you said quietly. “But I think... I needed it.”

Jihoon opened his mouth, then closed it again. For once, he didn’t have a clever comeback. Just a sigh.

“You really are a mess,” he muttered, not unkindly.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you said, finishing your drink.

From across the table, No-eul looked up at you. And this time, you didn’t look away.

You just held her gaze.

Steady.

At the end of the night, everyone left together—laughing, stumbling, promising to text when they got home.

You were just about to get into your car, fingers curling around the door handle, when you heard your name.

“Min-young.”

You turned.

No-eul stood a few steps away, your jacket in her hands. A soft cloud of breath escaped her lips, visible in the cold night air.

“You left this,” she said. “I figured... you’d want it back.”

“Oh... right. Thanks, No-eul,” you replied, walking over to her.

As you reached out to take the jacket, your fingers brushed against hers.

It was the smallest touch. But it hit like a wave.

Warmth. Stillness.

Like the world, just for a second, had stopped spinning to give you both a moment of peace.

She didn’t pull away.

Neither did you.

You looked up and met her eyes—soft, unreadable, but not angry.

Not anymore.

“You okay to drive?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just tired.”

She hesitated, looking down at your jacket in your arms like it might still have something left to say.

“Tonight was...” she began, but didn’t finish.

You stepped a little closer. “Strange?”

“Yeah,” she said with a breath of laughter. “That. And confusing. And maybe... overdue.”

You swallowed, suddenly unsure of where to put all the feelings bubbling in your chest.

“No-eul,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “If you want to talk more. Or—anything. Just... you can call me. Anytime.”

She nodded, slowly. Thoughtfully.

“I might,” she said.

You stood there for a second longer—just long enough for the cold to sneak under your clothes, just long enough to want to stay.

Then she took a small step back. “Get home safe, Min-young.”

“You too.”

And just like that, she turned and walked to her own car.

No grand gestures. No dramatic music.

But you sat behind the wheel for a long time before starting the engine—your jacket clutched in your lap, still warm from her hands.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel completely alone.

It was past midnight when you finally got home.

You tossed your keys on the counter, kicked off your shoes, and collapsed onto the couch, still wearing the jacket No-eul had handed you.

You hadn’t even turned on the lights.

Everything felt too loud, too bright, too much.

So you sat there in the dark, the quiet hum of the city filtering through your window, heart still heavy with everything unsaid.

And then—

Knock, knock.

You froze.

For a second, you thought you imagined it.

But then, again—

Knock. Knock.

You stood slowly, heart pounding.

No one ever showed up at this hour. Not unless something was wrong.

Not unless something mattered.

You opened the door.

No-eul stood there, hands buried in the pockets of her coat, eyes shadowed beneath the dim hallway light. She looked calm, but her chest rose and fell just a bit too fast.

“I wasn’t sure if I should come,” she said.

You blinked, still holding the door, your voice caught somewhere between surprise and breathlessness.

“But you did.”

“Yeah,” she said, offering a weak smile. “I was halfway home when I realized I didn’t want to wait anymore.”

You stepped aside silently.

She walked in.

The door clicked shut behind her.

She stood in the middle of your living room, looking around like she’d been here a hundred times—and in a way, she had.

But never like this.

Not after a kiss.

Not after tonight.

You stayed by the door, watching her like she might disappear.

No-eul turned to face you, eyes meeting yours in the half-light. “I’m not here to fight. I’m not even sure what I’m here to say. I just... didn’t want to go to sleep pretending this didn’t happen.”

You stepped forward slowly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“So what do we do?”

She took a breath. “We sit. We talk. Maybe... we figure it out. No pressure. No yelling.”

You gave a small smile. “Just honesty.”

She nodded. “Just honesty.”

You led her to the couch, still warm from your body, still holding the weight of your confusion and longing. She sat close, but not too close. Her knee barely brushed yours.

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable now—it was expectant. Heavy with the possibility of something real.

“I missed this,” you said.

“I missed you,” she replied, eyes steady. “Even when I tried not to.”

And for a while, you just sat there. No more pretending. No more distance.

Just two girls in the quiet of a small apartment—finally trying to get it right.

“You’re my best friend. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I don’t want to lose you—not even a little,” you said, your voice low but trembling with truth.

It pulled No-eul out of whatever thought she’d been lost in. Her eyes turned to you, slowly, eyebrows raised slightly like she hadn’t expected you to say that. Like maybe she’d forgotten you still saw her that way—beyond the silence, beyond the kiss.

“And that thing at the party...” you continued, swallowing hard. “It wasn’t planned. It just—happened. And I don’t regret it. I can’t regret it. But it scared me.”

No-eul didn’t speak right away. She looked at you like she was trying to read something behind your eyes, something you hadn’t said yet.

“It scared me too,” she finally admitted. “Not the kiss. You.”

Your breath caught. “Me?”

She nodded. “You’re the only person who could hurt me like that and still have me showing up at your door.”

You looked down at your hands. “That’s not fair to you.”

“No,” she said softly. “It’s not.”

The words hung between you like glass—fragile, clear, and sharp enough to draw blood.

“I didn’t come here to make you choose,” she continued. “Or to start anything messy. I just wanted to know if what I felt... if it was real for you too.”

You lifted your gaze to hers, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “It was. It is. But I don’t know how to do this without ruining everything.”

She smiled, just a little—bittersweet.

“Then maybe we don’t rush. Maybe we just sit here for a while. You and me. No labels. No decisions.”

She paused, eyes softening.

“And you just got out of a complicated relationship. I get the confusion, I really do. So… let’s take it slow. No pressure. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your lips curved into the smallest smile, your shoulders finally dropping the weight they’d been carrying all night.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Just us.”

And she leaned back into the couch, close enough for your arms to brush, but not tangled. Not yet.

It wasn’t a resolution.

It wasn’t a beginning.

But it wasn’t an ending either.

It was something in between—quiet, tender, and full of hope.

Silence settled between you like a blanket—no longer heavy, no longer sharp. Just quiet. Comfortable.

You sat there side by side, the soft hum of the city leaking in through the windows, mixing with the low rhythm of your breaths.

Neither of you spoke. There was nothing left to say for now. No-eul’s presence was enough.

At some point, your head grew heavier, the weight of the night pressing gently against your thoughts. Without realizing it, you leaned to the side—just a little—until your temple came to rest on her shoulder.

No-eul didn’t move.

Instead, you felt her shift slightly, just enough to make you more comfortable. Her arm lifted, wrapping loosely around your back, fingers resting lightly on your side. Protective. Quietly reassuring.

She exhaled, her breath warm near your hair.

You smiled faintly against her coat, the tension finally slipping from your shoulders.

And she stayed like that—still, steady—until her own head tilted lightly against yours.

Eventually, both of your eyes closed.

No dramatic confessions. No lingering kisses.

Just the warmth of her beside you, and the soft, slow drift into sleep.

In that small living room, wrapped in each other’s presence, you both finally rested.

Not fully healed.

Not fully fixed.

But no longer alone.

And that, for tonight, was enough.

[ultimatehealersusie]

In the Roaring Skip AU, how does Chapter 3 & 4 work now? Will Noelle and Berdly get involved with Tenna? Do they fight a stronger Titan in the Sanctuary? What about the Bunker? The Knight? Whatever’s implied with Asgore? So many pieces are on and off the table now that some key pieces have been shown earlier than expected.

I know at the very least I want the two same dark worlds to appear

I'm really torn about whether or not to include berdly and noelle in TV world honestly? on one hand I think TV world serves as a breather of sorts before things get real, but on the other hand things just GOT real. would berdly and noelle like playing with the others in that space? should they. get little minigame outfits.

If I did bring everyone into the same TV world it would probably be fun gang vs berdly & noelle like theyre two teams on a game show, as an excuse to like, give each some time alone with each other. maybe ralsei has to switch from one team to another so he gets some one on one time getting to know berdly & noelle now that they are directly acknowledging him

and why is everyone there? maybe group sleep over. Because Noelle is locked out of her house + can justify a sleepover at the dreemurs’ house. and Berdly is afraid to walk home in the dark wants to protect Noelle of course!! why would he be afraid of the dark after darkness itself attacked him!! Afraid!? HAHAHA <- needs an easy win that only tenna’s quiz show can provide

why would kris still make the dark world? maybe trying to get the knight plans back on track? idk how they'd lure undyne over... mysterious means.

And then for chapter 4 I think it would be most interesting to either keep it to the main 3 again, bc I’m sure Noelle would completely spoil the Gerson mystery for Susie.

or just include Noelle and not Berdly. Both bc I think Berdly will have gone thru so much character introspection in such a short time that I think he’s going to be physically ill. And ALSO bc I saw an interesting post mentioning how Berdly isn’t anywhere in the prophecy, even tho Noelle is implied to be hidin in there with the whole Susie vs Noelle “the girl” stuff.

Think: Everyone talking abt “well wait where’s Berdly” and ralsei is. Sweating.

I’m not sure how a lot of the extraneous stuff abt the bunker or asgore ect ect fit into the idea bc I can IMAGINE this concept rippling thru future chapters too and I wanna keep myself open to being ok w/the ideas I am forming being malleable bc of that 🫰

[genericpuff]

Is going to animation school worth it? I’ve always wanted to go. I’m curious of your opinion on the subject.

whoof, that's a loaded gun of a question LOL and honestly not one I can really answer because the 'worth' is largely based on what your goals are.

The animation program I took was only a year long, the school was admittedly not the best but despite that, I still learned a lot because I fortunately had an instructor who had years of experience working in the industry for various productions and companies (including Nelvana, Disney, and Warner Bros). Most of the value I got out of it was extended specialized learning that broke me out of the comfort zones and bad habits I had developed throughout my teen years.

That said, I never actually entered the animation industry beyond that, I'd have to do a LOT of catch-up work (and possibly have to go back to school again) if I wanted to get back into it seriously. But I kind of learned the hard way (and the expensive way) that animation wasn't the field for me. Despite that, my work improved a lot thanks to what I learned, and learning that I didn't like doing animation as a profession was just as much a valuable and necessary learning experience as learning what I did like - storyboarding, creating comics, etc.

I don't regret going to animation school but I do wish in hindsight I had done more research on the schools I was considering so I didn't end up going to one that would inevitably wind up being useless in the long term (literally, that school isn't even around anymore, I have no clue how to get my hands on my old transcripts or certificates anymore and as far as the industry is concerned I may as well just have never gone to college LMAO) Alas, that's unfortunately a shared experience for many like myself who were pushed into college from the moment they graduated high school :p

And all that was ten years ago, whether or not it's worth it nowadays, well... the animation industry definitely hasn't been kind to the people working in it, it's a cutthroat and competitive industry. I would say above all else, if you plan on going to any sort of art school, always have a plan B. There's no shame in working a non-art job to pay the bills so that you can make your art in your downtime.

Animation especially is an industry made up of all different kinds of folks, from professionally trained to self-taught. It's fortunately a skill that's become a lot more accessible thanks to the advent of affordable drawing software and tablets and mobile devices, so your options aren't restricted solely to post-secondary schooling.

All that's to say, if you do want to go to school for it, great! A lot of the skills people want to learn can be learned separate from school, but with school the path to learning is a lot clearer and more structured, which can make a huge difference especially if you don't want to be learning in the dark for years on end. Plus an animation diploma will at least give you a little more of an edge in your resume.

But, above all else, make sure you have a plan. Don't feel pressured to go to school and take on debt you can't afford just because that's the expectation. Don't rush yourself into any specific life path, trust your gut and recognize what you enjoy doing vs. what you don't. Remember that there are other options outside of "don't go to school" and "go to school", you can also just as simple attend community colleges, local classes, groups, etc. all of which are viable options especially if you're not sure if you want to commit time and expense to 2+ year schooling.

For some people, animation school is absolutely worth it. For others, not so much. Whichever camp you fit into isn't something that I can determine for you, it's only something you can determine through experience which you can only gain by going out and trying things.

Good luck!

[arolesbianism]

Just realized I forgot to post these

[buntchugleyy]

I have a boring email job now so I sit there and write fanfic all day. But because I’m only interested in writing messed up shit rn, I don’t actually get any real writing done because my job is in person and someone peering over my shoulder and getting an eyeful of rolan baldursgate experiencing the Horrors and subsequently getting me fired from my job would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me so I just write thousands and thousands of words of stupid bullshit I say I’m going to improve upon later but never do bc by the time I get home I just want to lounge and it just repeats itself

[phagodyke]

anyway yeah relevant to that post abt being deaf/hoh and ppl excluding u from conversation bc of it (even unintentionally), that's smth that's been really deeply bothering me lately bc there are a few ppl I routinely have to deal with who do it a lot and it Pisses Me The Fuck Off I've lost all patience w them. giving up and calling it ableism and walking out idc anymore 🚶‍♂️

[whentherewerebicycles]

WORKSHOP WENT SO WELL!!!! the students got really into the activities and just did SUCH a good job in the debrief conversation at the end. one of the students also works for our office under my coworker's supervision (although i'd never met her before) and my coworker said the student messaged her after to rave about how fun the workshop was and how good the group discussions were. and at the end one of the professional staff who worked at the center just got up and spontaneously gave a little speech about how much undergrad research had meant to him and how much doing community-engaged work helped him untangle these complicated questions and feelings about his identity and his relationship to his community. it was just really nice!! good group, very good energy, and i think/hope they are going to want to invite us back to do more programming with their students this year. fingers crossed!!!

[gar-a-ash]

We're both absolutely zonked after this weekend. I have some thoughts on it that I'll have to write up later but it was very good for me to see a completely different group of dog trainers with completely different training methods than my usual training group. I do fully plan to integrate things between the two because both do things I like and both do things I don't but I'm pleased to see that I actually do not intend to change how I started Tassie when it comes to next puppy but I also do intend to go into more than what my normal group will allow.

For her, the first day was kind of a wash because this group trains so different than I do, so Tassie didn't understand the rules of the game and the instructor here didn't allow me to help her on day one so it wasn't entirely fair to her. He did change his opinion on her entirely between the two days, once I was allowed to work my dog the way I work my dog. We went from "she doesn't have it" to "okay she actually has a lot we just need to do foundational work with her". But we did a TON of work with social pressure on day two and actually put some stress on her and I think he was very surprised that my socially anxious dog that refused to engage with him for an entire day was willing to work through a ton of pressure just because I asked, including him actually getting on her other side during a sit and leaning on her so strong I was almost falling over. And through that she was still watching me and taking food and doing her absolute best to pretend he didn't exist which is exactly what I wanted. I think if I do another seminar with him after going back to some foundational work she's going to really surprise him.