#here u go i feel bad when asks sit in the box for too long KJHJKJH
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enhas reaction to you getting hurt + hospital visits ⋆ꨄ˚ ༘ *
requested <3
≛ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader
≛ GENRE ! fluff n’ comedy
≛ WC ! 2.7k
≛ WARNINGS ! uhh not very severe injuries (?) reader says penis in niki’s idk man
a/n: thank u for the req anon ^^ i hope you don’t mind i expanded a bit with the prompt, and hi new followers i love u guys sm <3
// LEE HEESEUNG !
heeseung is pretty calm in these situations
when you first told him you broke your arm, he was of course very worried, demanding you explain how the hell that happened
probably does a bit of scolding at your clumsiness
but once he gets over the initial shock he’s just like eh it’s nothing serious
however you do have to stay overnight at the hospital to make sure everythings okay, which heeseung was sad about
you were just lying in your bed, staring at your broken arm depressingly
when heeseung walks in !!
you immediately gasp when you see him
this man brought you flowers and a box of chocolates :(
“yah! why do i need flowers for breaking my arm? are you crazy!?”
he giggles, placing them both on your side table before leaning down to give you a quick kiss
“i just wanted to. this is making me sad, i don’t like seeing you like this.” he frowns, gently holding your arm
you sigh, “it’s okay, i’ll be out tomorrow.”
he pokes the side of his mouth with his tongue, “do you think i can convince them to let me sleep here with you then?”
you laugh, watching him rub your cast, “hee, i’m fine. this bed is barely big enough for one person.”
“no, i’ll sleep on the floor, duh” he says as if it was obvious
yeah he’s not giving up until he successfully ends up asleep on the ground next to your bed that night
however having him so close but not right there next to you felt like a tease
sooo you both end up squished on the tiny hospital bed, half your limbs falling off the edge
oh and when you're fully recovered, he takes you to do lots of physical activities like archery just so you can proudly show off your now working arm !
and expect him to be bragging to all the other people there too like a mom chaperoning a kindergarten field trip
“yeah, that’s my partner who actually just recovered from a broken arm.”
“another ten baby? great job!” he looks over to the other couples, “pretty impressive right?”
“oh, and did i mention they just broke their arm? yeah, they’re kinda amazing.”
everyone is just like 😦😦 we didn’t ask
but hee doesn’t care !! <3
jay will be very overprotective and in full caretaker mode >:(
jay will be very overprotective and in full caretaker mode >:(
jay will be very overprotective and in full caretaker mode >:(
when you call him to let him know you’re in the hospital, he chokes on his own saliva
“what?! what the hell happened? for how long? do i have to beat someone up??”
you sigh
once your boyfriend actually let you explain, he calmed down knowing your injury wasn’t that serious and left the dorms immediately
he was thinking about taking a detour to get you some gifts
but he just wanted to see you as soon as possible
when jay arrives he will literally stay with you for the rest of the day, it doesn’t matter if the hospitals chairs were uncomfortable as hell, he will just sit there making sure everything is going well
even if you’re asleep he’ll be watching over you like a hawk
but for some reason doing nothing makes him feel bad even though it’s technically the nurses job to be taking care of you right now
he feels like he needs to be doing something, mans just wants to get you out of that sad hospital gown
“babe, want me to turn on the tv?”
“are you hungry?” *gets up* “i’ll get the nurse.”
“i think you should have more water.” *forces the bottle down your throat*
“do you want a massage?” *starts rubbing your shoulders before you even reply*
everytime you’re just like “jay i’m fine, calm down please.”
so eventually he gives up and falls asleep on the hospital stool
you get some amazing blackmail material that day of his sleeping face <3
when you’re finally out of the hospital, jay takes you to the mall and spoils you rotten no matter how much you protest, declaring that the both of you had to celebrate your swift and smooth recovery !
// SIM JAKE !
he’s acting like you just got shot 😭
“stay calm babe!! i’m on the way right now oh my god!”
“jakey, i told you, i just twisted my ankle. stay at practise please.”
“no,” he presses, “you need me right now, you’re prince is on the way!”
facepalm
you’re beginning to regret telling this boy anything in the first place
he shows up at the hospital out of breath as if he just won a marathon, immediately grabbing your leg
“yah, careful!” you scold, watching him inspect your ankle carefully
“i can’t believe this.. we can’t go on any dates for the next few weeks!” jake whines, holding your ankle
you smack his head, making him yelp out in pain, “that’s what you’re concerned about?!”
carefully dropping your ankle back onto the bed, he rubs the spot you hit him, “of course i’m concerned about your injury! it’s just i wanted to take you roller skating this week..”
you scoff, “well can still go on other dates dumbass, i’ll just have to use crutches.”
for some reason, this idiot starts giggling
you snap your head to him, “how is that funny?!”
he laughs harder, “sorry, i can just imagine your grumpy face as you try to keep up limping next to me.”
what to do with this mfer
despite him making fun of you, he’s genuinely very caring throughout the whole healing process
he probably does a whole daily check in with you every morning
“day #13 of the twisted ankle, how’re we feeling this fine morning, ma’am/sir?”
“jake, please stop interviewing me.”
he pouts, calling you lame 🙄
besides that, everytime he gets the chance he kisses your cast and gently holds it :(
and he always helps you with your crutches, making sure you can move good before starting to walk with you
and he usually likes to guide you with his hand on your lower back <3
even though you complain that you feel like a senior citizen and swat his hand away a few seconds later, he still tries his best 😭
all in all, dorky but loving boy !
// PARK SUNGHOON !
bro thinks you’re joking at first
but when he realizes you aren’t kidding he kinda freaks out
you - 2:37pm : i’m in the hospital :(
hoon - 2:42pm : y/n i’m not dealing w ur stupid pranks rn i’m at the studio
okay in sunghoon’s defense you do play a lot of pranks on him
but in your defense his reactions are top tier !
however you still reply back, feeling offended
you - 2:42pm : wtf i’m not kidding this time 😐 i literally fell and sprained my ankle
you - 2:44pm : now they're putting a cast on me
he was baffled by your text, nearly tripping as he flew up from his seat and let the boys know he had to leave
hoon - 2:44 : wtf???
hoon - 2:44 : im omw
when sunghoon walks into your room, he’s nervously fidgeting, his hands stuffed into his pockets
he frowns when he sees you in lying in the hospital bed, quickly coming over to give you a hug
“this is what happens when i leave you alone for a day? geez, baby.”
he looks down at your leg which was tightly bandaged in a white cast, before suddenly reaching into his pocket
“yeah well, it’s not my fault i tripped over some stupi—“ you stop mid sentence when your boyfriend pulls out a strange, rectangular piece of cardboard
“babe.. what is that?”
he shows it to you, grinning proudly
this man has a printed out photo of his face in his pocket
more specifically, it seems to be one of his photocards from enhypen’s last album
“why the fuck do you have a picture of yourself in your pocket?” you look at him, extremely unimpressed
“it’s my get better gift!” he exclaims, handing it to you
you take it from him, looking down at the cardboard in disbelief, “are you kidding me, sunghoon? other boyfriends would get their partner— i don’t know, chocolates or something, but i get a piece of cardboard with your dumb face on it?”
he scoffs, “first of all, my face is not dumb, and you should be grateful! thousands of people would die to have that photocard!”
anyways..
on the bright side, hoon is very protective of you whilst you recover from your injury, always reminding people you are a ‘temporarily handicapped citizen’
he also assists you with anything and everything throughout the process, even simple things like getting water? he’s like ‘I'M ON IT !!’
which you do appreciate a lot
even though he says annoying things like: “wow, seriously what would you do without me~”
“i’m such a good boyfriend, look at me taking care of you!”
you just give him the stink eye that says ‘when i’m better, you’re dead’
either way, it’s an interesting experience, but you have to admit hoon did help you a lot
and maybe you ended up putting that photocard in your phone case.. what about it
// KIM SUNOO !
worried bby AGHHH HE’S SO STRESSED
sunoo and the boys had just finished a performance when you called him, telling him you slipped and fell right onto your arm (luckily it wasn’t too severe, but still definitely broken)
bro literally screamed as if this information hurt him more than you
sunoo <3 - 1:20pm : YOU WHAT?! 😡🤬 (sunoo would use a lot of emojis i just know it)
sunoo <3 - 1:20pm : I JUST GOT OFF STAGE BUT I’LL BE THERE AS SOON AS I CAN BUB DONT WORRY ☺️
you - 1:21pm : sun it’s fine, turn off ur caps lock 😭 i only need to get my cast then i can prob just go
sunoo <3 - 1:21pm : IT’S NOT FINE I NEED TO BE THERE WHEN THEY PUT ON YOUR CAST! 😁 I’M ON MY WAY!! 😘😘😘
you - 1:21pm : 😧
he arrives at the hospital faster than expected, letting out some kind of dolphin screech when he sees you in the bed
“aish, you clumsy baby, i can’t believe this.” he whines, quickly forcing you to sit up so he can give you a big hug
when the doctor comes in to get your cast on, he watches them very closely as if they aren’t professionals at what they do
they carefully bandage your arm, and sunoo is just staring daggers at them everytime you wince in pain
the second they finish your boyfriend starts clapping and cheering, telling you how proud he is and that you did so well :)
he’s also the first person to sign your cast, writing his name in cute bubble letters
he also draws lil flowers all over it <3
you’re smiling like an idiot, because just admit it, he is adorable
during your recovery, sunoo is extra caring with you, and he also enjoys feeding you
“babe, y’know i can still use my other arm right?”
he silences you by stuffing your mouth with a spoonful of soup
“ah, my baby’s eating so well~”
10/10 experience honestly, being babied does feel good sometimes, especially when it’s sunoo !!
// YANG JUNGWON !
this boy probably almost bursts into tears when he sees you hurt :(
like genuinely he’s so heartbroken, but also determined to make your recovery as quick as possible
wonnie will literally research for hours until he’s become an expert on your injury
anyway when you tell him you sprained your ankle he also questioned if he was being pranked at first
but once you assure him you’re being for real, extremely panicked cat activated
he debated just racing to the hospital, but he decided he wanted to make you smile
he stops at your favourite bakery, buying a whole box of cinnamon scones
and then he gets you a cute teddy bear with a bowtie along the way 🥹
when he enters the room, he literally forgets about the gifts behind his back and runs to kiss you
“the members are all worried about you too, how’s it feeling?” he says, gently touching your ankle
“sorry for worrying them,” you peck his lips, “it hurts like hell.”
he frowns, before revealing the teddy bear and scones
you squeal when you see the teddy bear, immediately going for it first
“he’s so cute, i’ll name him jungwon jr!” you declare, tightly hugging the plushie to your chest
your boyfriend laughs at your cute reaction, opening the box of scones, “very creative, jagi. now have your scones.”
he’ll just watch you munch on them happily, brushing away any crumbs from your lips
during your recovery, jungwon will also be very protective of you
anytime you’re using your crutches the other members aren’t allowed to be in your way
if they are, this mf is not afraid to use his leader card to tell them off or just straight up push them 😭
“yah, handicapped person coming through. where’s your manners 🙄?”
“niki, watch where you’re going!” *smack*
and when you’re in public, won is very very observant
he always makes sure you’re on the side away from the road, and he looks out for any holes in the sidewalk that your crutches could get stuck in
and when you’re fully recovered, jungwon will not hesitate to throw a whole party
he sends a text to enha’s group chat, enthusiastically inviting them to “y/ns ankle recovery celebration”
they’re all slightly confused, but the boys are happy for you so they come anyway
you don’t know how you feel about a party dedicated to your ankle, but you go along with it because your boyfriend is having a great time !! <3
// NISHIMURA RIKI !
this boy will be making fun of you a lot.. what’d you expect
he’ll be flexing that his foot is fully functioning unlike your very much broken one
“hey babe watch this!” *jumps* “hah, bet you can’t do that 😎”
you just look at him, extremely unimpressed
“ugh, can’t believe i’m dating a grandma.” he says, having to walk extra slow just so you could keep up with him on your crutches
*smack*
“ow!”
“as soon as my damn foot is healed, you’re in some deep shit nishimura.”
bro is scared for his life 😞
don’t get me wrong, he would still be very sweet and caring, but with a more playful aura to it
when you first told your boyfriend you broke your foot, he didn’t believe you until you sent a photo of your cast as proof
which is in all honesty pretty fair, as prank wars are a daily occurrence in your relationship
but anyway as soon as he saw the picture niki begged the staff to drive him to the hospital right away, dance practise completely forgotten
when he walks in, you smile brightly and greet him with a kiss
you were just sitting on the bed, explaining how you fell in the first place when niki suddenly reaches into his pocket
“so then i was— why do you have a sharpie?” you ask, watching him scoot down until he’s at your foot
he’s grinning mischievously, which makes you very nervous
you try to move your bandaged foot away from his grabby hands, but he easily follows it, the permanent marker still in his grip
you catch on to what he’s trying to do quickly, “yah! if you draw a fucking penis or anything stupid on my cast i’ll kill you!”
he laughs, “i swear i’m not! just trust me!”
“why would i ever do that?!” you exclaim, still moving your foot away
sadly this brat overpowers you easily, pinning your leg down by the knee so your cast is perfectly still in front of him
you sigh in defeat as he spends about a minute slowly writing something right on the very front of it, giggling the whole time which only stresses you out more
whatever he’s writing, you’ll have to wear that for the remainder of your recovery
“done.” he announces proudly, placing the lid back onto the tip of the sharpie
you sigh, carefully bringing your leg up so you can see the damage he’s done
“PROPERTY OF NISHIMURA RIKI”
you gasp, brows furrowing as you smack his shoulder, “are you kidding me?! i have to wear this for months you asshat!”
“that’s the point,” he smirks, “now when i’m not there everyone still knows not to flirt with you.”
this man will be the death of you…
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heaven won't be the same
a/n: hello!!!!! i know it's been, like, a really really long time since i've written for you guys. depression + nursing school = even worse depression. anyways, here's something that i wrote to just kinda get me back into the groove of writing. enjoy!
wc: 5.7k words
warnings: NONE. she's chill today.
[ bucky barnes x nurse!fem!reader ]
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Is this is the right place?
Looks like it. Just knock. What's the worst that could happen?
Your hand lifts, albeit hesitantly, and raps against the wooden door.
You wait a moment before you hear shuffling on the other side, and then the lock turning and the door opens.
The blond who opens it stares at you, searching for some sort of recognition in your eyes, but comes up a bit short.
"Can I help you?" He asks slowly, clearly confused.
"Hi, I'm Y/N. I can't remember which one of you I spoke with, I think his name was Sam. But I'm here to look at the room you guys are renting?" You ask gently, maybe you were in the wrong place.
"Oh! You're Y/N! Yes, yeah, I know who you are, come in." Recognition dawns on the blue-eyed boy's face. "By the way, I'm Steve. I don't know how much Sam has told you about us but I wasn't expecting a girl to want to live with three guys." He chuckles and you return the laugh.
"Yeah, I mean I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought I'd get murdered by you guys or something, but Sam made it very clear that you're all very nice people and won't watch me while I sleep." You reply with a small smile.
Steve looks at you in silence.
"Just kidding!" You let out a laugh. "But my mom was a bit worried about me living with three men, but I convinced her nothing bad was going to happen. I hope."
"Hey, seriously though, we wouldn't want to make you feel unsafe. I know being a woman in this day and age in New York can be... less than pleasant. We're big on respect here at 6A." He flashes you a smile that for sure has made a girl weak in the knees before.
"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate that. I mean I know you guys probably weren't expecting a girl as your fourth roommate, so I'm just happy to find space where I can."
"I mean, hey, it's not what we were expecting, but we're not picky people." Steve shrugs. "Wanna take a look at your room? Then we can go from there and get your stuff moved in."
"Sure, sounds great!"
He leads you down the hallway and opens a door, revealing the room you saw on the listing.
After chattering about the room and how they were excited to have you live with them, he takes you back to main living area to wrap up any other loose ends.
"Alright, so like I said we do have two bathrooms so you might have to share with Bucky, since his room is also on that side of the apartment but that shouldn't be a problem. And also, I can help move in your things if you don't wanna go through the hassle of getting moving guys and all that."
"Oh, you don't have to do that for me, I don't mind at all-"
"Hey, no worries, I'm happy to help." Steve smiles and you nod in response.
"Thanks. I didn't know I'd be getting such a deal moving in with you guys." You laugh.
"I'm just happy to help. I'm sure Sam and Buck can also help since they'll be around later tonight."
-
And so it began.
All of your boxes were in the rented U-Haul at the front of your new home. You text Steve to let him know you're downstairs, and a feeling sits in your gut.
You were nervous to live with three random stranger men. Granted, Sam and Steve were both so nice, and you really are getting a great deal with this apartment, being so close to your work and all.
"Hey Y/N! Let's get this show on the road." Steve comes outside, guns blazing, (literally, have you seen his biceps?), and ready to work.
It only takes an hour or so to get all your things inside, and Sam was waiting inside to take things directly to your new room. Although you still haven't met Bucky, you knew it couldn't be too bad. Steve and Sam were angels.
-
The first time you met Bucky was when he returned from his shift. He worked as a bartender. He had odd hours and often didn't come back until 3 AM most nights that he worked.
Hence, the reason why he was confused when he saw you in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
"Hey... who are you?" He asked, dropping his keys into the bowl next to the door.
"Oh!" Your head whipped around at the sound of the door shutting "Steve mentioned that you worked weird hours. I'm Y/N." You extend your hand to him. "I'm the new roommate. I hope they told you about me." You huff out a laugh, hoping he wouldn't be completely weirded out by you.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I totally missed that you were moving in today. Don't worry, they did mention you." He returned your smile while shaking your hand.
His large, callused hand engulfing yours made your heart pound in your chest. Jesus. Are all the guys who live here male models? What the hell?
"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I'm gonna head to bed, work totally got me shot. I'll see you in the morning?"
"Yeah, yes. I'm usually out the door by 6:30 by the latest, so I'll catch you if you're up." You smile.
"6:30 in the morning? Yeah, no chance I'll see you then but you'll catch me before my shift. I forgot, Sam did mention you were a nurse."
"For sure, I also have the next day off so that'll probably be a bit more realistic."
"How about we go get breakfast that day? On me, consider it a welcome-to-the-apartment gift from me." Bucky's grin spreads across his face, and you can't help notice just how handsome he is.
"Deal, Bucky. Good night."
-
After you both got over the initial awkwardness, you and Bucky became the most unlikely pair. Sharing a bathroom was breeze, your schedules aligned perfectly some days, meaning that the two of you spent most of your free time together.
It was a strange feeling. You loved becoming friends with Bucky. He was so easy to talk to, and understood you better than most others. It was so natural and easy with him, like you'd known him forever.
But another part of you was falling for him, and you knew it. You chose to ignore it, deciding that it was silly and that you just liked him as a friend. A best friend, perhaps.
At times, he did little things that made you think otherwise, though.
The cuddling during movie nights. The 'I got this for you because it made me think of you's. It was something that ate at you daily.
You two practically did everything together. In a way, it was like being in a relationship, but with no pressure. No expectations. Just two people, hanging out and being there for the other. It meant nothing (but everything, at the same time.)
He was always there for you. After a hard shift, you came home and sat quietly while you talked about whatever it was that bothered you. And after his shifts at the bar, he did the same.
It was almost too easy, the way you two could fall into a rhythms so easily. It was so nice to have someone to have around after moving into a new place. You two clicked effortlessly, it seemed.
And of course, they don't call it falling in love for nothing.
-
Tonight, you had a night shift, which meant you went to bed all day until about 4 PM and then proceeded to get ready for your evening at the hospital.
You were in the bathroom washing your face and braiding your hair back, then pulling on your under-scrub top.
The door creaks open, revealing a smiling Bucky.
He's dressed head to toe in black; a tight t-shirt that looks like it's a size too small, black jeans, black leather boots, and finally, a leather jacket thrown over his arm.
"I hate when you have the night shift. I'm so lonely during the day, and of course you have it on my one night off." He whines, and you shoot him a look through the mirror.
"Well, I wouldn't have taken the night shift but they were offering extra pay since no one wanted to cover. Sorry, honey." You turn around and pat his chest to move him out of the doorway, an exaggerated pout on your face.
Fuck me, those eyes, Bucky thinks to himself at the gesture.
Your touch sent a flutter of butterflies against his stomach, making him move out of your way so you could pull on your socks and gather your things into your bag.
"Where are you all dressed up for on your night off then?" You ask out loud while stuffing your arms through your fleece jacket.
"I- uh, funny story, actually." He laughs out a cough, "I have a date." He presses his lips together.
"Oh. A date." You stop what you were doing, back turned to him.
You can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head, but you can't turn to face him right now. Snapping out your thoughts, you continue gathering your things.
"Yeah, this girl at the bar, she works as a waitress actually. She asked for my number, and well one thing led to another and-"
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Buck. I'm happy for you. Have a great date, I have to run. Good luck." You muster the best smile you can in that moment and practically run out of your room.
"Wait, are you okay?" He asks in a rush, following close behind you.
"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be? I have to get to work." You were almost an hour early. You stop to fill your water bottle from the fridge and make your escape. "I'll see you tomorrow!" You yell from the hallway before the door shuts, the slam resounding through the emptiness.
The moment of silence in the elevator gets you lost in your thoughts for a minute.
A date.
With a girl who works at the bar.
You don't know why this is hurting your chest so terribly. The thought of Bucky, your closest friend, going on a date, tugs at something.
Whatever happens, you know you can't say anything. It's not your place. You just have to let it run its course, whether it goes in a good direction or not. You have to just do your best to be happy for Bucky.
-
Meanwhile, back at the apartment;
"Did Y/N leave for work already?" Steve asks, coming out of his room.
"Yeah, she basically ran out even though her shift isn't til seven." Bucky's brows are furrowed, still standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking about how you practically raced to get away from him.
"Why'd she leave so early?" Steve asks in confusion, eyes flashing to the oven, seeing the digital clock flashing 5:56 PM. "It only takes her like 20 minutes to get there."
While discussing, Sam pops out of his own bedroom, listening in on the conversation between the two.
"I don't know, we were just talking about plans tonight and she got really weird, all of a sudden. She grabbed all her stuff for her shift and just bolted." Bucky was incredibly confused, and it was clear in his tone and facial expression.
He looked like a lost puppy.
"So what are you doing tonight?" Sam asks, wondering what was bothering you. Maybe it was something Bucky said?
"I was just hanging out in her room while she was getting ready, and then she asked what I was dressed for and I told her about that girl, Christina, the one from the bar that asked for my number and asked to go on a date. Then she basically ran." Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what even happened, she even said I 'don't have to explain myself to her,' and that she had to leave."
Steve and Sam shoot a look between each other, the latter breathing out a deep sigh.
"What? What's that sigh?" Bucky asks.
"Nothing, Buck. Have you thought that maybe the date was what was bothering her? You two spend a lot of time together, and maybe she feels a little... blindsided by this date." Steve reasons.
"What? Why would she feel blindsided? I tell her everything. She tells me everything. That's just how we are." Bucky responds with a shake of the head, hands flailing in the air.
"But what about her? Does she tell you about the dates she goes on?" Sam asks, and Bucky's brows furrow.
"What dates? She goes on dates? With who?"
Another look shared between Steve and Sam.
"See, maybe she doesn't go on dates. I really don't know. But that reaction is why she felt hurt by you telling her about you going on a date." Steve explains.
Bucky's lost.
"She has feelings for you, Buck. She has feelings and she's hurt that you're going on a date because she never goes on dates, and now she's realizing that she's going to get left behind in the dust when you meet another girl." Sam supplies.
Now Bucky's even more lost.
"But... why wouldn't she tell me she has feelings for me? She's never even indicated that there was anything she felt for me more than friends do." He explains, now wracking his brain for every single interaction you two have had.
"Listen... we don't know what goes on when you guys are alone. But what I do know is that you guys spend a lot of time together, and I think you guys both have some... unspoken feelings for each other."
Bucky stands there, contemplating what this meant. What was he saying? That he should come clean to you about his feelings for you? That going on this date tonight would be a mistake?
Fuck, the date.
"Listen, I gotta go. My date's expecting me." Bucky quickly dismisses the entire conversation, putting him arms through the arms of his leather jacket before heading out the door.
Another sigh was shared between the two men left behind in the apartment.
-
There were pros and cons to working the night shift.
Pros included that it was calm, most of the time. Nights meant time to catch up on charting and paperwork while patients slept, checking in on them when needed.
Cons included the fact that one of the major thoughts blaring in your mind was 'WHILE YOU'RE SITTING HERE MEASURING THIS PATIENT'S OUTPUT, BUCKY IS ON A DATE WITH A SUPER HOT GIRL FROM HIS WORK!!!'
It sucked.
You wished you could shut it off. Of course, you always had to make sure you were giving your patients the best care possible, but your mind was plagued.
Would you ever tell him how you felt? Could you ever take that risk? The thought of even telling him, let alone being rejected, makes you sick to your stomach.
He would never speak to you again. It would be weird between you two, and then it would be weird between everyone in the apartment, and you would never be able to show your face again and would have to move out. There’s no other feasible option.
Unless…
Unless Bucky liked you back.
But you don’t even let your mind wander there, because you couldn’t even stomach the thought of not being around them. They were your family, the people you spent the most time with, the ones you could always count on when you had a rough day or needed a shoulder to lean on. Especially Bucky.
You simply couldn’t lose them.
And so, your night shift went on and the world still spun, even with your feelings buried deep in your chest.
-
When you walked into your apartment at 7:30 AM, there were some things you noticed that weren’t there when you had left.
First, it was the pretty black kitten heels by the door that certainly weren’t yours.
Then, for example, a cute leather purse hanging from a barstool by the kitchen island that wasn’t yours.
You put two and two together, and despite the harsh clench of your chest, you decided you were too tired to even think about all this right now. You just needed to take a shower and go straight to bed.
After staying true to your words, you had just shut the door to the bathroom when you heard it open again. Then, the water running from the tap, and then you see the handle of your door turning.
Immediately, you throw yourself under your covers and act like you had already been asleep. You simply couldn’t face Bucky right now. Not after knowing that he brought that girl home, and not after she was probably still in his bed. That was just too far for you.
With your face away from the door, you try and make your breaths as even as possible, hearing the door click open.
You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you weren’t giving yourself away. You needed sleep before dealing with this.
Once you hear the door shut, you let out a big breath, your heart practically leaping out of your chest. And with that breath, you allow your eyes to only well with tears, but not letting them fall.
-
You woke again at 3 PM, but with knowing you had the next day off you weren’t in any rush to start your day. You didn't even want to move. You felt as though you got hit by a bus, between the racing thoughts about... well you know who they were about; and then piled on with the unexpected code in the middle of your shift, it was not a peaceful night.
You got your much needed rest, but you were in no mood to face Bucky right now.
But alas, your stomach spoke (rather growled violently), and you had to eat something before your stomach folded in on itself.
As you crack the door open to inspect the hall, you see that Bucky's door is closed but you hear noises from the direction of the living room.
You weigh your options.
Go out and make yourself something to eat and possibly face Bucky.
Starve.
Although the latter was looking like a great option, another whoosh from your stomach made you man up and step out of the room.
You couldn't even bring yourself to look at who was in the apartment, eyes dead-set on the pasta sauce you knew was in the fridge.
"Hey, Y/N! How was the night shift?" Sam's chirpy question came from the couch.
"It was alright, had a code but he pulled through. What did you two get up to last night?" You ask, seeing that Steve and Bucky were sitting on the couch opposite to Sam.
You couldn't even look him in the eye, while you knew he was watching you.
"Not much, just had a few beers and chilled til Buck got back, caused quite the ruckus." Sam lets out a laugh, but the words pierced through your heart as you pour the pasta into the boiling pot of water you'd set on the stove.
"Oh, nice." You reply, albeit shortly. You didn't know what to say. But of course, your mouth runs farther ahead than your brain. "How was that date, Bucky?"
You didn't care how the date was. You know she came back here, and you had absolutely zero interest in finding out what they did together. You couldn't handle hearing him tell you about it.
"It was... it was good. She came back here after." Was all he said. He looked at you with those wide, crazy eyes. You wanted to crumble under his gaze, but instead you just turned around to focus on your food.
"Nice. Great. I'm glad it went well for you." You said, not facing him.
The three boys give each other a look, and the tension could be cut with a knife.
Another loud growl from your stomach.
Fuck.
You check and the pasta is cooked. You drain it, pour your sauce and cheese, and practically sprint back to your room with a resounding click of your door through the apartment. Dishes be damned.
-
Outside, breaths were still held.
"Jesus, Sam. Could you have made it sound worse than it was?" Bucky grits through his teeth, pushing his shoulder aggressively.
"Well, you did bring her back here. Did I misspeak?" He responds.
"No, but we just hung out! Nothing even happened! Why is this even so awkward between us? It's not a crime if I did sleep with her." Bucky defends, but is confused about this situation.
"Well, it wouldn't be a crime, but it sure wouldn't be a good thing that you slept with someone else when you clearly have feelings for her!" Steve chimes in as quietly as possible.
-
You feel so stupid.
The urge hits you like a truck.
Should you also be going on dates? What was it that was so deeply holding you back from doing what Bucky's doing?
You could make all the excuses you want; busy with work, too tired, and that you were happy with your friendships and current relationships, even if they were all platonic.
But that was all before, when you thought Bucky felt the same.
You thought that he was also happy with the way you two were. Doing all the things people in relationships do, but not speaking out about those deeply-buried feelings. And that was enough. You didn't need someone to tell you they loved you as more than a friend, you didn't need that yearning feeling to be filled.
It was all bullshit, anyways. Right?
Right?
Right.
He could date people and have a girlfriend that he could do all those things with.
It didn't matter.
Because apparently, you weren't that person to him.
So you would just have to accept that and move on with your life.
Alone.
Again.
-
"Again with these damn feelings! You two don't even know your heads from your asses, and you wanna tell me about how my feelings!" Bucky scrambles for words. He feels hot and uncomfortable all over, all the while trying to not raise his voice.
"Bucky! You felt that tension in here? Right? That was because she had a problem! And it could all easily fixed if you just said, 'Hey, I know this is crazy, but I like you! And I didn't sleep with anyone else because of that!' Huh? How 'bout that?" Sam suggests, like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.
"Yeah, and what if she laughs in my face? What if that's totally not the case?!" Bucky responds.
"Buck, I think you just need to trust us on this one. She likes you and you like her. I don't know what else to tell you to make you understand." Steve finally sighs and drops his shoulders, over this whole conversation.
"Listen, she has tomorrow off. If you two end up hanging out, you need to say something. The tension is just too much." Sam just sighs and turns the TV on, preemptively ending the conversation.
Bucky just went into his room, placed his headphones over his head, and spent some time alone to think.
Let's think rationally.
You went on a date, and you didn't sleep with her.
What Bucky was coming to realize, is that there was a reason he didn't sleep with her.
He just couldn't.
It felt wrong, like he knew that there was a reason why he couldn't do it, subconsciously.
And he fully went into the date wanting to sleep with her. That was his goal. But he knew that if he did, it would be the point of no return. For some reason, he just felt it in his gut.
Realistically, even if I slept with her, I probably would've been sick with myself. I couldn't even face her after that.
But why?
Because you like her, you absolute moron.
He thinks of all the moments shared between you two. The stares, the cuddling, the innocent touches that drove him insane. All of those things added up in his mind to become one big jumble of feelings and now his brain felt like it was going to burst from how much this was all hitting him at once.
He springs off his bed.
Before he even turns the corner into the living room, words are spilling out of his mouth.
"You know what, maybe subconsciously even my body knew not to sleep with her, but even then how could I know for sure she likes me?-"
But there you are, sitting between Steve and Sam, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, gazing up at him in shock.
Clearly, you three were in the middle of something.
"You didn't sleep with her?" Your voice is meek at the question.
"No. I couldn't do it." He says, like it was obvious.
"Why not?" You fire back.
"I- I just... can we not do this out here? Please?" Bucky practically begs. He can't confess his deep and utter devotion to you in front of his two best friends. They'd never let him live it down.
"Come with me." Bucky runs into his room, throwing you a hoodie of his that he knew you were partial to, and then slid on his own jacket. Shoes are stuffed onto his feet, and he sees you doing the same, but your eyes never leave his figure in confusion.
The keys are grabbed from the bowl, and the door swings open while he holds it open for you.
Before Bucky lets the door shut, he gives Sam and Steve a final look; meanwhile the two are jumping up and down and pumping their fists in the air silently. It was almost comical.
"Where are we going?" Your voice from behind him startles him a bit, forgetting what he was even supposed to be doing.
"Just- put this on, honey." He hands you his spare motorcycle helmet, and you almost want to protest, but you wanted to see where this was going.
So you comply and hold onto him for dear life while he weaves in and out of traffic.
He stops, finally, in front of the place you know Bucky always comes to when he has too much on his mind.
It's a wide expanse of the city, a rooftop that he somehow had access to; and you weren't sure what you were doing here.
"What are we doing here?" You don't even let your mind think about what he was here to tell you.
Was he here to break the news to you that he was seeing this girl?
But you still couldn't figure out why he would bring you here to tell you that, and why he hadn't slept with her last night. Did she mean more to him than he let on? Is that why he wanted to wait to sleep with her?
The thought sends you heart sinking into your stomach.
"I have something I need to tell you." Bucky pauses and gazes so deeply into your eyes, something swimming in his blue irises, but you couldn't tell what. That was what scared you the most.
"I... I haven't been completely honest with you about how I've been feeling as of late. And I can't keep... keep being dishonest to myself and you, Y/N."
Tears were welling against your lashline, begging to be released at his words.
This was it. It’s all about to be over for good.
He approaches closer, hands coming to your jawline; his hold so delicate and soft that it makes you even more upset.
"Y/N... You are the most important person in my life. I can't imagine sharing any part of my life without you. You're the only person I want to see when I have something on my mind, I yearn for your touch when you aren't there, and lately, I've been confused as hell trying to understand why." His soft voice makes you weak in the knees.
Cue more tears.
"I just... I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. And I'm sorry I went on that date... I'm sorry for a lot of things."
"Can I ask you something?" You ask quietly.
"Of course, honey."
"Why didn't you sleep with her?"
The weight of the question sits heavily in the air, and Bucky's features soften a smidge.
"I couldn't do it. I tried to get myself into it, into her. Both figuratively and literally." He laughs at his own joke, "but no part of me wanted to spend time with her over you. All I could think about was you. The entire date, I was thinking about what you were doing. What you were thinking about. You're all that takes up my mind these days. It kills me, not being around you when you're gone. I wish I could express to you how much I love you, but there aren't any words that could explain the extent of my feelings for you, Y/N. All I can really say is that I love you. You're my best friend. I can't think of anyone else who has the same effect on me that you have."
All you can think of you when you hear those words is the pounding in your chest and the fluttering in your lungs.
A wet, snotty smile crosses your face and you let out a garbled laugh.
"You love me?" Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, fingers grasping onto them.
"For as long as I can remember, honey. You're everything to me. The stars, the moon, the sky. It's all you." He returns the same smile, large thumbs caressing under your eyes to swipe at the fallen tears at his admission. "Do you love me?"
The way he asks you the question makes it sound so minuscule, so minute and almost childish, because you think he knows the answer.
"I do. I love you so much that I can't even think properly when I'm around you, Bucky. You take up every inch of my heart and my mind. I love you." You confess, the words spilling out of you like they belonged to him.
The grin that stretches across his cheeks is almost unreal, like a cartoon character. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes at your words.
The kiss that he molds upon your lips with his own steals all the air out of your lungs, and while one of your hands threads through his soft locks at the nape of his neck and your eyes fall shut, the other slides down to his chest, resting right over his heart.
You feel it against your palm and fingers, the pounding of the organ at the feeling of finally kissing you.
You wish he could feel yours, equally as loud and obvious.
His own hands are cradling your cheeks ever so gently, but the way he's kissing you is anything but. It was full of want, need, yearning. Everything you’ve been waiting for for months, finally being released in this moment.
When he finally pulls away for air, your eyes remain closed. You never wanted this moment to end, and if you opened your eyes now, you're afraid you'll wake and this will all be a cruel dream.
"Let me see those eyes, sweetheart." He mumbles and you can almost feel the words against your lips.
When your eyes peel open again almost drowsily, Bucky's smile is all you see. His nose is still brushing against yours, and you feel weak in the knees all over again at the proximity.
"I love you. And you love me. You know what that means?" He says.
"What?" Is all you can muster to reply at the moment.
"It means I owe those two bozos at home an apology and a beer, probably."
The laugh that escapes you lights him up inside, the sound being his favorite thing in the world. If he could make you laugh forever, he'd die a happy man.
"They knew this whole time, y'know? They actually confronted me about it. I didn't even tell them first. I guess I was just that obvious." You laugh at the memory, Bucky fondly smiling.
"I expect nothing less from them. You should've seen Sam before I left last night. Acting like he was your dad or something." Bucky's large arms come to wrap around you, holding you against his body.
"Oh, I wouldn't wanna be on side of Sam's attitude. I'm glad you made it out alive." You giggle once more, arms looping around his neck.
"Now when we go back I'm gonna have to face the 'I told you so's' from them. Kill me now." He rolls his eyes at the thought.
"Well, if they kill you now, you wouldn't be able to take me out to dinner tomorrow night." You tell him coyly, like the idea was already put in place.
"Huh, seems like you're right, honey. Couldn't leave my one and only girl hanging."
Bucky finally releases you from his hold- not that you wanted to be released of it- and walks towards the stairwell to head back down.
"C'mon. We've got a movie and ice cream waiting for us at home, sweetheart." He holds out his hand, and you don't hesitate to leap forward and grab it in your own.
"Let's go, Buck. I have lots to tell you about my shift last night."
"Oh, I'm sure the night shift was just riveting." He laughs as he leads you down the steps.
"Yeah, well all I could really think about was you being on a date with that girl, so yeah, maybe not the most pleasant time to have all night to yourself." You scoff.
"Well, you're never gonna have to worry about that again, will you?" He steals another peck from your lips, the blush creeping across your face at the gesture.
"I suppose not, no."
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fin.
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you belong with me
sung hanbin x reader
you sat on the bleachers watching the football team practice for the big game which was coming up. the sun beat down, casting long shadows across the field as the team ran through exhausting drills. “it’s not like you to sit here and watch practice.” you looked to your left and saw your good friend, matthew, take a seat next to you.
“it’s not like we have any exams to be revising for.” you scoffed, crossing your arms.
“you’re here to watch him aren’t you?” he asked, shifting his focus onto you.
him?
sung hanbin is the kind of person who seems to have it all - looks, charm, intelligence, and talent. with a winning smile and a confident aura, he turns heads wherever he goes. but beneath the surface, there's so much more to him than the title of captain of the football team or school president. he's always there for his friends and loved ones, offering support and encouragement when they need it most.
“was it obvious?” the question came through a laugh as you leaned back and finally take a look at your best friend.
“is the window not enough for you?” he joked, earning a light whack on the back of his nape.
hanbin was your neighbour. you found out when the moving truck was a bit too loud one sunday morning, but you were quick to receive an apology from the boy with a box of homemade pastries. although you were yearning to go back to your bed, your parents invited him in and made you guys talk. you were quick to learn that he was going to start in your school and major in the same subject as you.
after a long talk, you returned to your room and sat at your desk, unable to get his smile out of your head. it lights up his entire face, filling the room with warmth and joy. it's the kind of smile that's contagious, making you feel happy and at ease. you just met the boy and you’re already falling for him?
you pushed yourself towards the blinds, wanting to let some sunshine in. but you find yourself smiling at what you find once you open them. the handsome boy was smiling, holding up a sheet of paper at his window.
[do u wanna walk to class together on monday?]
you fought back a smile as you shook your head at his action and rummaged around for a notepad and pen.
[gimme one good reason why i should]
[you don’t have to ofc! but i feel like it would be nice!]
and from then on, the two of you hit it off. everything about him made you want him to be around you more and more. sure, it was the little things, like holding the door open or making sure you were walking on the side furthest from the cars. but also he learnt your coffee order and brought you it weekly, and always brought a spare hoodie on the cooler days since you weren’t the best at dressing according to the weather.
at ungodly hours of the morning, you found yourself sitting at your window (in a growing pile of paper) giggling at the boy who was across from you. it got to the point where you went to drink from your body spray.
[those aren’t supposed to be consumed silly]
[anything can be if you try hard enough]
you would never forget the way he would laugh at your weird remarks. the way his eyes would light up before he leant back and chuckled, one hand on his chest.
at last, you were finally happy to wake up at 8:30 sharp every morning. until you slowly realise you weren’t the only person whose order was in hanbin’s list. and slowly, those after-class visits to the arcade, art gallery or even just the walks to and from class were becoming slim to none. by the time you got into bed, hanbin hadn’t left a message for you on his window.
the days when it went from bad to horrendous were still clear in your mind and to stop seeing those horrible days you decided to not show up at all. maybe it got to the point where you forgot you still had company other than hanbin that would stay by your side. after a series of knocking, you mustered up the strength to go to the door and find matthew standing there, eyebrows all furrowed, with kamden and jay standing right behind him. (i miss the english trio fr)
“why are you here?”
“we came to make sure you were okay.”
you were anything but okay and they could see it from the way you look defeated, not even able to lie your way out of it. you felt like it shouldn’t have even affected you that much, even going as far as to thinking that you should’ve seen it coming. why was it so easy to fall in love with him?
the point at which it got even worse was when you all decided to go to the friendly football game after your respective classes. it was the day you saw him with someone else.
“i heard she asked him out for prom,” you said, the words barely coming out as a whisper. the sight made you sick to your stomach but there wasn’t really anything you could do- she was perfect. popular, rich, the centre of the cheerleading squad and there wasn’t a moment where a hair was out of place.
“apparently he didn’t accept her, something about it not feeling right?.” kamden muttered, watching as the cheerleader walked away from hanbin towards the sidelines.
which makes you remember the day when you finally did talk to hanbin again.
it was a boring, gloomy day.
the rain aimlessly bounced off your window whilst you were listening to music. hoping that the minimal light would at least make you feel the slightest bit better, you opened the blinds and were shocked to see hanbin sitting on his bed. his eyes trailed up and you felt your heartstrings pull as you fail to see the soft glimmer which would shine through his pupils.
[you ok? :(]
your friends would kill you if they knew how fast you grabbed your notepad and marker pen.
[just tired of drama]
[sorry :(]
his lips pressed into a line as he shrugged, barely being able to muster up a smile. the words on your notepad echoed in your head again and again as you stared at them, your heart beating at an unhealthily fast pace.
by the time you mustered up the courage and held it up, his blinds were shut. you could only blame yourself now.
after all those times when you would sit at the back of the lecture hall talking about his favorite songs, the way you would sit and let him ramble on about his dreams, the fact that you knew exactly what to say to make him laugh when he was about to cry- you at least expected hanbin to acknowledge the fact that there was a bond between the both of you with overwhelming chemistry.
you were dreaming about the day when he would wake up and find that you were what he was looking for.
but now you were convinced it was all your fault. maybe if you had confessed earlier, you wouldn’t have lost him and just maybe, that he would belong with you.
it’s now the night of prom and after rejecting a promposal or two, you’re left in your room with your stuffed animals and netflix rolling in the background. you keep your blinds open, praying that hanbin would show up for at least a few moments.
and those prayers were answered.
[are you coming tonight?]
[no :/ staying in ]
[wish you were]
you smile and roll your eyes jokingly, standing up to get a hoodie to bunch up in during this long night. whilst scanning the wardrobe for something nice and warm, your eyes lay on the dress which you had planned on wearing to prom (in the event that hanbin did ask you out).
you turn your head and your vision focuses on the piece of paper which lays alone on the desk before your eyes land back on the dress.
and you had never gotten ready so fast before. you usually hated gut feelings, but there was something that was telling you to suck it up and just tell hanbin your true feelings. your brain was done with the frustrating questions which you constantly ponder on.
just why can’t he see that you are the one who understands him? the one who’s been here all along?
hands desperately grasp the piece of paper as you run down the stairs, a rush of adrenaline now surging through your body. you slam the door shut and run towards the road, managing to flag down a taxi and scurrying inside, wondering how the taxi driver even understood the clump of words that came out of your mouth.
as you step out you curse the adrenaline for stopping now, the moment you had to walk in with eyes all over you, the moment which could end up in total humiliation. you push past sweaty bodies, looking for the one who had stolen your heart.
“hey oh my god! i thought you weren’t coming!” you mutter a phrase of relief as you saw jay standing there, eyes wide with shock. “you look gorgeous!”
you smile at your friend before remembering the sole reason why you showed up in the first place. “hi jay! you look amazing but i’m in a massive rush right now i’ll explain everything after but please tell me you know where hanbin is.” once again, your words almost come out all fast and breathy, eyes scanning the whole room.
the corner of his lips rises as his eyes dart straight past your head, with your body following suit. “i think you’ll find your man standing right there.”
and at the moment, everything but you and the figure standing in front of you drowns out. when he finally notices you, he slowly makes his way over, his eyes locked on yours.
the intensity of his gaze was strong but delicate as if he was seeing you for the first time and taking in every detail. as he draws closer, you can smell the sweet cologne he's wearing, the scent filling your senses and making you feel dizzy with desire.
“you came?”
you want to express how you feel- to tell him how much he means to you, shit you feel like screaming it, but the words simply won't come. as hanbin’s eyes glaze over with concern you can feel the weight of your unspoken thoughts becoming heavier and heavier. so instead you reach into your purse and pull out the folded note which would put all your emotions into one phrase perfectly.
i love you
if you could fall into a pit of darkness now, you would.
on the other hand, hanbin can feel the warmth spreading through his chest, a wave of euphoria. he wants to tell you how he feels, to hold you in his arms and never let go, how he’s so stupid to take this long to realise you were the one for him, but he's afraid that he'll mess everything up. so he reaches into his blazer pocket, pulls out a piece of paper and opens it.
i love you
he knows that he's found the missing piece of his heart. he takes your hand, pulling you close to him, and he can feel the beat of your heart matching his own. in that moment, hanbin knows that he's found something special, something worth fighting for. and as he looks into your eyes, he realizes that he's in love with you, completely and irrevocably.
the familiar sight of hanbin’s eyes filling with nothing but love had never been so beautiful.
and before you know it- he leans in, his heart pounding in his chest, and presses his lips to yours. it's a soft, gentle kiss, filled with all the emotions hanbin had been holding back for so long. and as he pulls away, he knows that he's found something truly special - a love that will last a lifetime.
“i should be mad at you for how long it took you to see that-
“i belong with you? yeah i know- and i’m really sorry. but let me make it up to you.”
and for the first time (but most definitely not the last) you watch the sunrise from the same window, finally where the both of you belong.
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a/n : i am truly sorry for the lack of updates :( it’s exam szn for me so i’m constantly drowning in revision but i finally managed to finish this hanbin fic!! OBVIOUSLY its based off of you belong with me (taylor’s version ofc) and i tried my best to use the song as plot!!
i hope you enjoy this, mwah i love u all
- minah!
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can you write something about being at the conjuring house and something happens to the reader and colby and reader are dating so he comforts her please!!
Evil Lurks Here
It felt so bad cropping Sam out :( I'm never doing that again
We step inside the house, taking in the smell of wood and old house, everything creaking as we take more steps inside. I look over at Kat who is already looking at me, both thinking about the same thing: how creepy and dangerous it feels. I tug on Colby's longsleeve and he turns his attention towards me immediately.
"Are you ok?", he asks concerned
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel the need to ask you to protect me", i hug him from the side and Bury my face in his chest. His cheeks turn pink and kisses the top of my head, his arms squeezing me tight. "Thank you, babe", i get up to kiss his cheek before Sam turns on the camera to film the interview and the whole story of the house. Fans know about my relationship with Colby, but we just choose not to be too clingy with each other on camera.
I follow them close behind and keep checking behind me, feeling like we're being followed. I choose not to interrupt the storytelling, everyone being very invested in all the details, but i just can't focus on that. I check out every corner of every room and watch closely every dark spot that might hold shadows inside of them. This place makes me more paranoid than any other place and it's annoying how i can't keep up with the rest.
"Y/n, are you alright?", Sam snaps me out of my thoughts, not realising i was zoning out on a dark spot on the hallway. Because of that, everyone looked terrified until i answered
"I'm fine, yeah, sorry. I just can't keep focusing on anything. I'm keeping ny guard up cause this place is freaking me out", i exhale loudly and right after that, a loud squeak is heard right next to me. I jump and bump into Colby, who is filming. "Sorry, jesus christ, that was loud"
"If you're not ok, we can go outside and take a break", Colby offers but i shake my head and retake my initial position, next to the squeak.
"I think it might like you", Corey says and i feel like I'm losing my shit. My jaw drops.
"That's what i wanted to hear actually", i fake a laugh and everyone laughs at me.
"Yeah, for real. I've heard footsteps behind us. I think it is following you", he says with a straight face and the boys let out a loud wow, but Kat grabs my hand, terrified as i am
"Oh my god i heard those too", my hand goes to my mouth in disbelief, my eyes watering. He nods and i shake my head. "It's gonna be a long night", i say to the camera and Colby chuckles.
We stop in the bedroom to actually start our investigation. We put on the bed some devices we want to use and each of us finds a spot to sit. I sit in the door frame with the emf reader in my hand, my back facing the hallway, which is the worst placement ever, but i lost at the nose touching game. Who even invented that?
Colby sits on the bed, having the night vision camera (i wanted to say about that thing that u actually tale pictures with but i forgot how it's called) , Sam on a side of the room with the spirit box and Kat, closer to me, with the ovilus.
"If there's anyone here with us, please make yourself known by touching or talking into one of our devices. That's y/n in the door frame, if you're coming next to her, she has in her hand a device that lights up when you walk in front of it. Can you light it up yellow for us? ", Colby says and i see him turning the camera towards me and i shake my head in disbelief of what I'm doing.
Door, the ovilus says and we jump
"Yes, I'm right here. Can you come closer to the device in my hand?", i ask and my voice cracks because of all the emotions I'm feeling at once. A cold sweat drop falls down my spine and i get goosebumps all over my body. My body shakes.
"You ok?", Colby asks and i nod my head.
"Just a shiver"
Cold
"Oh my God", Sam shouts
"A little bit, yeah. It's very cold in this room. Are you here?", i try getting in contact with the spirit
Outside
"Oh great, you're behind me", i laugh sarcastically and i feel a few strands of my hair rising, feeling like a balloon was just scrubbed on my head. I jump from my place and look on the hallway with my phone flashlight. It's nothing there.
Scared
Call
Scream
"What happened?", Colby asks, coming next to me and putting a hand on my waist
"Something grabbed my hair."
Colby
"No it wasn't Colby", Kat says to the ovilus. "Why would it say Colby? That makes no sense"
Cold
"Yeah, it's still very cold in the room. Are you here?", Sam asks and the emf starts lightning up after the question. It spikes to red, then to yellow and then red again. He stops the spirit box, not getting as much from it as we get from the ovilus and i retake my spot in the doorframe to continue the investigation.
We ask a few more questions, some of them being answered by flashlights, that were later brought out. As we want to leave for the living room area, a few footsteps are heard right outside the bedroom. Colby goes out to see of there's anything, but nothing. As i pass the place i previously sat in to grab my phone from the bed, i see in the corner of my eye a small shadow peeking inside the room.
"Oh My God!", i jump on the bed and cross to the other side it to be as far as i can from the entrance. I point my shaky finger to the door, trying to find my words to explain to them what happened. Colby grabs my wrists and sits me down on the bed, his hands then cupping my cheeks to calm me down.
"Breathe, baby, calm down. What happened? I've never seen you so scared", he hugs me tight and i inhale and exhale, trying to regain my breath and steady my heart rate. I realise it's bad when i see that Sam's still filming and Colby didn't use my name and came to confort me no matter what.
"Something peeked inside the room", i manage to say and i feel pressure on my forehead and on my chest. I push Colby a little bit and he understands that i need some space. I take in two long breaths and Sam cuts the recording to make sure I'm fine. "It was small, i don't know, it looked like a kid. Maybe he thought we were playing", i get up from the bed and involuntary look outside the room, but Sam turned on the light on the hallway. I sigh relieved.
"What's that on your chest?", Kat points to my exposed chest and walks over to me, loosening my V-neck just so she can see better. "You're scratched", she says and moves away so Colby and Sam can see. Sam starts recording again and gives Colby the camera to film the part of my chest that's marked.
"It felt weird filming that", Sam laughs and Colby chuckles
"Are you ok? Does it hurt or anything?", Colby's concern makes my cheeks get reddish. This and all the sudden attention makes me a little uncomfortable.
"I'm fine, Colbs. I really am. Let's just go downstairs.", i say and grab him by the empty arm, his hand busy holding the spirit box. As we were entering the living room, i feel a sharp pain in my back, which makes me wince and stop in my tracks, not being able to move anymore." Oh fuck that hurts ", my hand is on the spot that hurts and Colby is quick to put an arm around me and help me walk outside.
"We're done here for now", he demands and everyone agrees, too many things happening at once. We all leave the equipment inside and get to the car. "Does it hurt anymore?", he asks and i nod.
"Not too much, but i can still feel it. Wanna take a look? I don't think it's the age that's causing this", i try to crack a joke, but they're all too concerned about what's going on.
Colby lifts my t-shirt up and i feel his fists holding it. I can tell he's angry and i feel bad for putting him in such a position.
"You have a bruise", his voice cracks and i try not to freak out. "A full on purple spot on your back", he let's go of my shirt and walks away, his face covered in his hands. "It's all my fault"
"What? Why?", i ask, walking towards him. I hear Sam and Kat moving away to give us some privacy. "Babe, there's no way", i hug him and he hugs me tight.
"I'm sorry for taking you here. And i know you're freaking out inside. I know you too well not to know that. Just know that i won't let anything happen to you. Ok?", he glues his forehead to mine.
"I know that, babe. I'm just really scared now, to be really honest with you. I lie most of the times that I'm ok, but I'm really not this time.", i barely talk out loud, feeling ashamed that I'm scared and ruining their investigation
"It's ok to be scared, baby. Trust me, we've been through this too, we'll call it a night and come back another time.", Colby says and i shot my eyes up at him
"We're not going anywhere. I'm not ruining the night even more. Let's just stay here for 5 more minutes and we'll go back inside.", i say and watch him look at me really deep in the eyes.
"You know, when we started dating i didn't think you'd be braver than me.", Colby laughs and kisses me on the lips, holding me by the small of my back. He deepens the kiss and i allow him every movement. Taken away by the feeling, his grab on my back gets tighter and i let out a moan of pain when he touches the bruise.
"That was so unnecessary", i grab my back like an old person
"I'm so sorry.", he laughs and hugs me more carefully this time, kissing ny forehead.
"Ok, I'm fine now. Let's go back inside.", i say loud so Kat and Sam could hear me and head to the house. "I'm so lucky to have you next to me, Colbs. Please, never let go of me", i say and intertwine our fingers
"I'll never let you go, baby"
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hi there bambi!! i just read "your light || jjk" and was wondering if u could maybe do a part 2 pls, if u dont mind? i liked it a lot and i would really like to see how they would end up together/the confession etc,,, i'm craving for some angsty to fluff fic, but it can be anything you want to write ofc ~~ no pressure pls ^_^ take care!
Your Light pt. 2 || jjk
💡 Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x roommate!Reader (f)
💡 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG 15; Fluff, angst; Roommate au, Your Light couple
💡 Warnings: Nothing really (but plz lmk otherwise!)
💡 Word Count: 1.9k
💡 Author’s Note: Goodness, this took me a lot longer to get to D: Truthfully, I've just been having a hard time writing, but I felt so bad when I realized how long this has been sitting in my ask box. I hope you all enjoy 😥💙 Also, I'm glad you liked the first part, anon ^-^
Part 1
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“Put your fingers here,” Jungkook instructs, positioning one of his friend’s hands on the keyboard in a specific way. “Your other hand goes on the mouse.”
“Okay, now what?” his friend questions as they glance back and forth at their hands.
“Join a game.”
Their eyes roam the screen.
“Where’s that button?”
Jungkook chuckles before he nudges their hand off of the mouse and does it himself. The screen changes, and they wait as they are sorted into teams.
You watch the interaction from Jungkook’s doorway.
There’s an odd twist in your chest seeing Jungkook so close to them.
His hand rests on the back of the chair his friend is in, and the other rests on top of his gaming desk. He’s never offered to teach you how to play one of his silly games. Though, you guess that’s because you’re normally scolding him for playing, not asking to play with him.
Jungkook must sense your presence because he suddenly turns his head.
“Yn?” he questions, confused.
“Oh! Uh,” you stutter. You completely forgot what you were going to ask him.
“Did you need something?” he prompts when you don’t say anything else.
“Yes, but I for—”
“Jungkook, I’m about to die!” his friend interrupts. “What should I do?!”
Jungkook’s attention redirects to the monitor. He points to somewhere on the screen.
“Go here, and use that to heal yourself.”
You stand idly as you continue to watch, waiting to see if he’ll turn to you again, but it’s obvious he’s too occupied. Plus, you still can’t remember what you were going to ask so there’s no point in waiting.
You silently move away from his door and go back to your room.
You’re not sure why you’re feeling… whatever you’re feeling right now. It’s not happiness or sadness. It’s not anger or annoyance. It feels almost numbing. Like there’s so much going on in your head, but nothing at the same time that it cancels each other out. It’s unexplainable.
Needing something to occupy yourself with, you decide to reorganize your sock drawer. It doesn’t require color-sorting, but you can’t think of anything else. The act, albeit giving your hands something to do, doesn’t distract your mind enough.
You can hear Jungkook and his friend laughing next door. It’s the only noise you can focus on as you accidentally put a pair of black socks with your purple ones.
Their laughter sounds so happy. You wonder if you ever made Jungkook laugh like that. Has he ever been that happy with you? Probably not considering you were always nagging him about his late-night gaming.
Truthfully, it hasn’t been too bad since the power outage. There are a few nights where you genuinely are annoyed, but overall, it hasn’t been bothersome. Perhaps you just need an excuse to talk to him.
Three sudden raps on your open door have you jumping.
Jungkook stands with his hands in his pockets. He greets you with a small smile that you reciprocate involuntarily.
“Sorry about earlier. What did you need?” he asks.
“I don’t remember,” you reply.
Jungkook chuckles and glances down at what you’re doing. He leans down and plucks out the pair of black socks from the purples.
You mumble a “thanks” when he tosses it in the black pile.
“Alright,” he says while standing up fully. “We’re going to go grab a quick bite to eat. You wanna come?”
The emptiness in your stomach tells you that you should say yes; however, you don’t want to feel like a third wheel, so you shake your head.
Jungkook lingers in your doorway, seemingly debating on if he should ask if you’re sure, but he ends up nodding instead.
“If you say so,” he answers. “I’ll be back in a bit then.”
“Okay,” you answer and turn back to your task at hand. You haven’t made much progress, but you don’t want to have a stare-off with him.
You don’t hear him move at first. As you’re about to turn around, his friend’s voice cuts through the silence.
“I’m ready,” they say.
“Let’s go,” Jungkook replies before there are two sets of footsteps growing faint as they move away.
Once the sound of the front door closes, your shoulders sag.
It’s been nearly two months since that night the power went off.
Two months since Jungkook found out about your fear of the dark. Two months of Jungkook being less annoying. Two months of this odd feeling growing inside your chest.
You’ve noticed small habits of his that you’ve never caught onto before. It’s not that you’re seeing him differently, but you’re seeing him more. You’re discovering more layers to Jungkook, and these aforementioned layers haven’t been bad. In fact, it makes you feel closer to him.
Though not only are you uncovering more about Jungkook, you’re forming feelings you’ve never had before. For one, you get a sour taste in your mouth seeing him be too friendly with others, which was not something you felt two months before.
Once you finally finish reorganizing your socks, you shuffle to the living room and lay a blanket over your lap. Hopefully, a movie will capture your focus more than your socks.
Hours pass as you cuddle a pillow on the couch, mindlessly watching the first movie your hand had touched. It was a simple way to pass the time as it was too early to sleep, but you didn’t know what else to do.
Jungkook’s been out longer than you anticipated.
Not that you cared.
You told yourself you’d just feel more comfortable knowing he was home before you went to bed. Nothing like waking up to the sound of the door opening and not knowing if it was a robber or your roommate.
With a heavy sigh, you begin to stand to retrieve a glass of water. You’re four steps away from the couch when the lights flicker.
Once.
Twice.
Then you’re submerged in complete darkness.
Your chest tightens, and your breathing halts abruptly. Several seconds pass while you stand still. Soon, your mind begins to conjure images of supernatural creatures emerging from the darkness.
You hastily, and clumsily, make your way to your bedroom. You locate the chipmunk nightlight quickly and flip the ON switch with shaky hands.
The small room lights up, changing colors smoothly. You focus on each color as you steady your crazy heartbeat.
You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been sitting in the dark. It feels like hours, but it could’ve just been twenty minutes.
The sound of the door opening jolts you from your trance.
“Yn?!” Jungkook calls out, worried.
Your body instantly relaxes at his voice.
“I-in here,” you reply.
There’s hurried shuffling and a few curses accompanied by a few thuds before you see his silhouette at your door.
“How long have the lights been out? Are you okay?” he questions and walks to your bed. He sits down near you, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothingly.
“I’m not sure,” you sigh.
“You should have called me,” he says.
At that, you realize you left your phone in the living room. Then you remember how he’s been gone for hours. Something in you turns bitter, and the power outage doesn’t feel like the main problem anymore.
“Shouldn’t you be with your friend?” you huff.
Jungkook stares at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His movements on your back pause.
“Even scared, you always have to sass me, huh?”
“I’m not sassing, I’m just saying,” you argue.
“Just saying,” he repeats slowly.
Suddenly, his hand is on your waist and pulling you closer. Your eyes widen, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away.
“I wanted you to come with us, you know,” he says.
“Where?” you reply, mind fuzzy with how close he is.
Jungkook chuckles. “To get food.”
“Oh,” you mumble. “I wasn’t hungry.”
“Hm. Well, I brought some home in case you got hungry. You hungry now?”
You debate on answering truthfully, but it seems your hesitation gives away your answer.
Jungkook pulls away from you and stands up. You inch closer automatically.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t plan to leave you,” Jungkook reassures as he offers a hand. You take it quickly, letting him pull you off the mattress.
You grab the night light and clutch it in one of your arms.
Jungkook gently grabs your other arm, fingers trailing down until they fit in your gasp. He guides you to the kitchen and retrieves the food.
You eat in silence, eyes dancing from Jungkook—who’s watching you—and to the food in front of you.
The silence is unsettling.
Usually, you could eat like this with Jungkook, but now the quietness forces you to hear your racing heart.
“Will you let me take you out to dinner one day?” Jungkook asks suddenly, causing you to choke on your food ungracefully.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says quickly and rounds the table to pat your back.
You shoo him away, grabbing your drink and taking a long sip.
Once you’re composed, you turn to him. “What did you say?”
You’re sure he knows you heard him, but you’re so stunned that you need to hear it again.
He smiles sheepishly. “Dinner? You and me.”
“L-like a d-date?” you stutter.
He nods, “Maybe…this Friday?”
Today was Wednesday. You barely had time to prepare—mentally and physically.
At seeing your shocked expression, he says, “Okay, maybe not this Friday. How about Saturday?”
“That’s not much better!” you whine. “Why the rush?!”
Jungkook laughs and glances down for a moment.
“Because I’ve liked you for a while. I’m tired of waiting,” he shrugs as if he’s not nervous, but even in the barely lit room, you can see he is.
Jungkook? Nervous?
“This isn’t a prank or something, right?” you ask. You recall his annoying gaming buddies from before and wonder if they’re behind this.
He frowns, shaking his head. “Of course not.”
Jungkook grabs your hands and lowers himself so you can see him better.
“I like you… You and your grandma ways,” he smiles teasingly.
“Shut up, Jeon,” you huff.
When you try to retract your hands, he simply holds on tighter.
“So,” he begins, “Saturday?”
“What if I don’t like you like that?”
Jungkook tries to hide his smirk. “Oh? So, you acting all jealous and clingy has nothing to do with you liking me?”
“I am not clingy!” you scoff.
“But you are jealous.”
“Shut up,” you whine again.
“I know the perfect way you can shut me up,” he hums and leans closer.
“Yeah, right,” you argue.
Jungkook doesn’t reply. He simply leans in more until his lips are on yours. There’s an oddly comforting tightening in your chest the moment his mouth touches yours.
And as if his kiss was the answer to all your problems, the lights begin to flicker on.
Jungkook pulls away slowly and glances around the apartment.
“See? True love’s kiss fixes everything,” he grins.
You ignore the pounding of your heart at the idea of Jungkook loving you.
“It’s just a coincidence.”
“That’s not a very romantic outlook,” Jungkook huffs.
“I didn’t know you were the romantic type,” you confess softly.
Jungkook smiles and tilts his head. “You’ll find out.”
“On Saturday?” you lightly tease.
His smile widens, and he pecks your lips.
“At seven,” he adds.
“At seven,” you echo with a smile of your own, excited for this weekend.
A/N: To those who were awaiting this, thank you so much for your patience!!!!! 💜
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hii! i heart ur headcanons sm, so i was gonna ask if u could right some sibling headcanons (especially with roman) of growing up and getting a chronic illness so we end up unable to work like they do so logan treats us like were useless a lot of the time. sorry if that's too angsty or u don't want to, but if you do thanks you! i have a chronic illness and it would be cool to have comfort characters so comforting and stuff but thanks again! 🫶🏻 have a good day!
(can i become raccoon anon?) - 🦝
anon, I literally love you so much!! and of course you can be THE raccoon lol 🦝
I just want to let you know that if you ever, EVER need support, my ask box and pms are open to you always. I’m here for you, I will be your best friend, whatever it is you need 🫶🏽
thank you so much for requesting, and hopefully I can make this a series for you so that you have representation - if that’s something you want, just let me know xx I will literally write whatever you want me to <3 enjoy 🩷
chronic illness (sib!roys)
ᝰ you’re a difficult to thing to talk about for the roys
ᝰ shiv is the only one who’s ever really defended you to your father
ᝰ kendall and roman still supported you, but were just too afraid of logan to do anything
ᝰ early childhood, connor made sure you took all your meds exactly when you were supppsed to, every single day
ᝰ roman would make up games that you could play that didn’t require you to run or exert yourself to the point where you got hurt
ᝰ you and shiv would read the harry potter picture books together
ᝰ kendall, in secret, would do all of your homework if you weren’t feeling well
ᝰ which was a lot
ᝰ shiv would always convince your dad to let you sleep in or stay home from school certain days
ᝰ roman would physically fight kids who bullied you or were rude at school/on the playground
ᝰ in high school, kendall wrote a five page letter to the principal and got one repeat bully of yours expelled
ᝰ shiv campaigned hard to make school more accessible for you
ᝰ roman still fought people that looked at you funny
ᝰ he tells you one night after getting a bloody lip that he’ll never stop fighting for you
ᝰ it was tradition that if you were bed bound or in the hospital, shiv, roman, and kendall would bring a deck of cards to you so you could all play
ᝰ but as you got older, you all drifted apart
ᝰ first ken moving away for college, the other two following slowly after
ᝰ they kept in contact, sure, but now you’re in this massive house, all by yourself with no one to talk to
ᝰ you did college online
ᝰ and even then, you don’t ever think you’ll really be able to work
ᝰ you avoid your father as much as physically possible
ᝰ he’s always thought you weren’t worth anything
ᝰ you’ve learned not to let it get to you
ᝰ after kendall graduates and comes back to new york to work for waystar, he visits more
ᝰ connor’s been long gone, so now it’s him staying on top of your meds
ᝰ even though you can do it yourself, you let him
ᝰ you know he feels bad for you
ᝰ some dystopian pity
ᝰ you didn’t want to talk about it with him, ever, so you just let him do it
ᝰ things only change after roman graduates
ᝰ even though he’s arguably the most afraid of your father, he came back to new york and made you move in with him
ᝰ “you don’t even take care of yourself, ro,” you tell him one day
ᝰ “so? you’re more important to me. i’m not going to let you fucking be in danger because dad’s a jackass.”
ᝰ he makes sure his fridge and pantry are stocked with solely food you can eat
ᝰ your dad never asks after you
ᝰ but oh well
ᝰ you only ever talk to roman anymore
ᝰ it changes after a particularly bad scare with your health
ᝰ and it’s just like ten years ago, the four of you cramped together on one hospital bed, playing cards
ᝰ shiv and ken never lose touch with you again
ᝰ you walk ken down the aisle at his wedding
ᝰ and at every wedding you attend for your siblings, you’re their person of honor, standing, sitting, whatever you can, right behind them
#succession#succession hbo#wambsgansshoelaces#anon ask#requests open#chronic illness!reader#sibling!roys#reader has chronic illness#the roy siblings
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Shuri U. || A box of chocolate
Warning • 18+, MDNI, adult language
Genre • crack
Pairing • Shuri x Black Fem! Reader
Synopsis: you and shuri ate your sisters box of chocolates thinking they were normal chocolate.
You were back in the states for your sisters birthday party. Her fiancé contacted you asking if you could help him out and of course you said yes, especially since you knew how to set up a good surprise party.
“Ahhh I’m so happy!” You squealed taking a breath while blowing up balloons. Shuri smiled at your excitement to see your sister.
“Where is she currently?” Shuri asks as she took a seat beside you on the couch.
“They’re out shopping right now he said she doesn’t suspect a thing” she nodded “I’m kind of hungry, you hungry?” You thought for a second and realized you were famished but paid no mind since you were too busy decorating.
“Hmm yeah now you say something I am hungry.
“Want me to order some food?” you shook you head no.
“Nah I’ll make us something to eat here she won’t mind” you got up to go dig through her pantry for some snacks “in the mean time we can- ooo we eat this” you smiled waving a box of chocolates around. It was a brand you never heard of before but they looked alright to consume.
You made some pasta for you and Shuri but not before devouring the whole box of chocolate. “Yeah remind me to replace that before we leave” you chuckled as you put the last of the dishes away.
“Alright what else shall we do while we wait?” You walked over to shuri as she finished wiping the counters down from where you both ate. It was just something about her right now that was making you insanely aroused. You don’t know what it was, maybe it was the way her simple black long sleeve shirt clung to her body, or her pretty curls fell effortlessly over her forehead or maybe it was-.
Shuri wrapped her arms around your torso startling you a bit. When did she get behind me? You thought.
“Mmm what are you staring at nkosazana (princess)?” God you loved it when she called you that. But you couldn’t respond scared you might say something extremely stupid or worse, stutter. When you start stuttering she knows she’s got you right where she wants you.
“Well if you’re not going to respond I can surely tell you what I was staring at” she pulled you closer to her by your waist. “That pretty ass of your, you look so good in these jeans ya know?” her breath hit against you ear causing shivers to run down your back making you squirm a little.
“Oh shuri d-don’t do that you know that makes me-“
“It makes you what?” You could feel her hands eagerly running up you shirt to ready to grasp your breast. You wanted to move but you couldn’t every time she’d touch you it’s like you’d melt right into her. And what really made your eyes roll back in when she started to kiss and nibble on your sensitive spot.
“Damn it Shuri y-you know that’s my spot” you whimpered giving tilting your head to give her more access. You could feel her smirk against your shoulder as she kiss it up and down.
“Come here” she demands and she guided you to the couch, she sat down and pat her lap “sit.” And just like the good girl you are you listened and straddled her lap. Her hands instantly found there way to your ass pulling you impossibly closer.
“Kiss me intombi entle (pretty girl)” you instantly leaned down connecting you lips with her soft ones. She didn’t even let you have a chance to take control before she had her tongue down your throat. Normally Shuri kisses are gentle and soft but she was now kissing like a starved woman, and the way she was gripping your hips making you grind on her made you dizzy.
“Mmm shuri” you moaned in her mouth tugging on her hair, you could tell she liked it when she bit down on your lip.
“God I wanna fuck you so bad it hurts” she whispered as she tugged your shirt. You two were so in the moment you didn’t even hear the door open indicating your sister was home.
“Y/n?!” the way jumped off of shuri so fast after hearing your sisters voice you would’ve thought you teleported.
“I- I can explain! Please don’t kill me, we weren’t gonna have sex on your couch I swear!” you rambled trying to explain the awkward situation to your sister. It’s been the first time she’s seen you in a year and you were caught making out with your girlfriend on her couch.
“What- I…” she opened her mouth to say something when her attention fell to the empty box of chocolates on the counter. She silently went over and picked the box up to shake it.
She looked at you, Shuri, her fiancé and then back at you.
“Did you two…eat the whole box?!” She asked with an amused grin on her face. You looked at her confused and nodded “yeah? Why?”
She lost it, she burst out laughing gripping the counter for support “y/n! Those weren’t just regular chocolate they were a sexually enhancing chocolate you idiot” she now was doubled over laughing harder, but you found nothing funny.
You stood there as your body burned from embarrassment “why the hell would you have sex chocolate!?”
“None of your business you better be lucky you didn’t find the cannabis one’s” your mouth hung open in disbelief “you have edible chocolate!”
“Yes nosy” she now was calming down from her laughing fit but you were very much still embarrassed.
“Awe don’t be upset” she smiled walking over to you to embrace you in a hug “thank you for coming to visit and throwing me this beautiful surprise but next time you know to leave the chocolate alone- wait” she pondered on a thought “you two really ate the whole box?” She looked at you genuinely concerned.
You and Shuri both nodded.
She looks at her fiancé for answers but he just shrugged “Well don’t look at me that’s never happened before” he spoke raising his hands in defense.
“Well you’re about to be horny all night” she began to laugh again but stopped when she seen your unamused face “oh lighten up buttercup it’s not that bad” she smiled looked between you and Shuri “hey you’re free to bang it out upstairs I just don’t wanna hear anything” your eyes bulged out of you head as you hit her arm.
“Melanie!” She shrugged as she sat the empty box back on the counter.
“What?! It’s the only way to resolve this” You crossed your arms and looked at Shuri, she was equally embarrassed as horny, but her raised eyebrows were showing she wanted to take your sister up on that offer.
“Shuri we are not bagging in my sisters house let’s go” you grabbed your coat of the coach “we’ll be back.” You pouted shamefully stomping out the house.
“They won’t be back” your sister sighed with an an entertained grin.
#shuri smut#shuri x fem!reader#shuri udaku#shuri x black!reader#x black reader#wakanda forever#black panther#letitia wright#mdni#18+
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smacked in the face with a silver spoon
part 3 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
The Outsider ~ MARINA
I look myself in the face
And whisper "I'm in the wrong place"
Is there more to lose than gain
If I go on my own again?
Meet Me in the Woods ~ Lord Huron
Say goodbye to who I was
I ain't never been away so long
Don't look back, them days are gone
Follow me into the endless night
Handle With Care ~ The Traveling Wilburys
I've been uptight and it made a mess
But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care
I Was Neon ~ Julia Jacklin
I quite like the person that I am
Am I gonna lose myself again?
Still Sane ~ Lorde
Only bad people live to see
Their likeness set in stone
What does that make me?
Devil Inside Me ~ Matt Berry
But I'd blow your mind, when I'm up high, to fall back down again
Up high, to fall back down again
Swing low, and look straight at me
That's all I need now the Devil's inside me
t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l ~ WILLOW, Travis Barker
I don't fucking know if it's paradise or it's a trap
Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ass?
And So It Went ~ The Pretty Reckless, Tom Morello
With all these eyes upon us, but no one seems to see
That you and me are just the same as God meant it to be
But you're much too close to me
Bad Man's World ~ Jenny Lewis
I will never forgive you
For what you put us kids through
Remember that night
You tried to take your own life?
When I found you
You were a shade of blue
And success is a state of mind
With a little bit of follow through
And then you failed at that too
Sinister Kid ~ The Black Keys
I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp
A bad combination in the dark
Rip It Up ~ Jet
And if you ever break down, I’ll cut you up again
On the bedroom wall, the stars look bright
But they don’t belong in the city of light
Worldwide Torture ~ Jazmin Bean
I never come second place
Always been a big disgrace
Smell the fear‚ I know you see
High achiever (Yeah, that's me)
Going to Hell ~ The Pretty Reckless
Father did you miss me?
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
You know I know, yes I’ve been told
I redefine a sin
In Undertow ~ Alvvays
What's next for you and me? I'll take suggestions we toss and turn in undertow
Chaise Longue ~ Wet Lag
Hey, you, over there
On the chaise longue, in your underwear
What are you doing sitting down?
You should be horizontal now
Starring Role ~ MARINA
Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control
'Cause really, I adore you and I can't leave you alone
Fed up with the fantasies that cover what is wrong
R U Mine? ~ The Arctic Monkeys
And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
bellyache ~ Billie Eilish
Everything I do
The way I wear my noose
Like a necklace
I wanna make 'em scared
Like I could be anywhere
Like I'm reckless
Bullet With Butterfly Wings ~ The Smashing Pumpkins
Now I'm naked
Nothing but an animal
But can you fake it
For just one more show?
And what do you want?
I wanna change
You ~ Radiohead
I can see me drowning
Caught in the fire
You, me and everything
Caught in the fire
RAGE ~ Samantha Margret
Rage is a funny place
Full of loose hand grenades
Where every hand is spades
Violence in the open space
Clear and bright as day
So you can't hide away
Man in the Box ~ Alice in Chains
I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me?
Nobody Asked Me (If I Was Okay) ~ Sky Ferreira
Shaking your head while I try to explain
You say you don't wanna hear me complain
Just tryna get my point across
You don't seem to care if I'm feeling lost
The Love Club ~ Lorde
I joined the club and it's all on
There are fights for being my best friend
And the girls get their claws out
There's somethin' about hanging out with the wicked kids
Take the pill, make it too real
The other day I forgot my old address
I'm sittin' pretty on the throne
There's nothing more I want, except to be alone
Are You Hurting The One You Love? ~ Florence + The Machine
Are you hurting the one you love?
You'd like to stay in heaven but the rules are too tough
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"You do look more like me wearing that," Chase comments, looking over Bro in his new clothes. "The hand-me-down look really seals it. Sorry if they don't fit. We have, uh, limited options while living in a cave. At least they're clean."
Bro laughs, "It's okay- we're pretty similar just… bigger… arms I guess."
"You can say bigger muscles- I think Chase's self esteem was already shot just by seeing them~!" Jackie grins.
"Hey! Don't be mean! It's not like… I'm showing off! It's just! What happens when you fight crime!" Bro protests.
Chase laughs. "Don't worry, I'm not too concerned about being built. I'm more of a long range guy."
Stacy pokes her head into the storage cavern where Chase, Bro, Jackie, and Sam are waiting. "Are you guys done in here?"
The two swaps look at Stacy and Bro tries to hide his blush at seeing her as he adjusts the outfit. "u-uh yeah! I think so!"
"Great." Stacy nods. "I found a group of people who are going to come along."
Someone else leans into view. They have short dark hair underneath a blue beanie and are wearing a black jacket and skirt with leggings. "Hey." They wave.
"Oh! This is Raven, they're one of those people," Stacy says. "They wanted to meet you."
"Not often you hear about people from another world." Raven grins. "Nice to meet you. I'm the magician."
"Oh! A magician! That's great!" Bro grins. "We could use any help we can get!"
'Nice to meet ya, Raven!" Jackie smiles.
"Heh." Raven smiles. "Happy to help. If you get paused in time I'm able to unfreeze you. That's why I'm coming."
"Oh awesome! That'll make this way easier!" Bro laughs.
"Stacy, are you gonna go, too?" Chase asks.
"Are you?" Stacy asks him.
"I, uh… I want to help. But I think it'll make the whole decoy thing hard."
Jackie looks at Chase and then shrugs, "If you stay with us and hidden- it should be fine! Once Bro starts using his powers it gonna be real obvious it aint you so-"
"That's true…" Chase muses. "Alright. I'll go. I'm an alright marksman, I can stay hidden from a distance."
Stacy nods. "In that case, I won't go. It's too dangerous for both of us to leave. Just in case something happens to one group."
Chase nods. "Alright. Where's Jack, by the way?"
Sam gets off the box They're sitting on and wraps Their nerve-tail around something inside. A small pen. They awkwardly write letters on the lid of the cardboard box. A-L-T.
"He's still with Alt?" Chase asks. "Huh."
Jackie frowns. "… I feel like that's been a long time."
Bro looks worried. "Do you think they're both okay?"
Chase bites his lip. "I don't think anything could've happened to Jack. You literally can't touch him, yknow? But… something could be…" He shakes his head, not wanting to say it in front of Bro and Jackie. "I-it'll probably be fine. If everyone's ready, we should start moving right away. Jackie, are you gonna come?"
"Yeah man! I can be moral support if anything. But, also like- whats the saying… better with numbers…?" Jackie frowns. "Why can't I remember how that goes-"
Bro laughs, "Please try to stay away from any place you can fall and break something, Jackie-"
"Nooo promises!" Jackie grins.
"You want a gun, then? Or a knife?" Stacy asks, pushing open the lid of a crate.
"Oh- a knife please. Imma a terrible shot." Jackie laughs.
"Alright, here you go." Stacy grabs a sheathed knife and hands it to him. "That looks the right size for you. Feel free to slash away, the corrupted don't feel pain and they don't go down easily."
"ooh- that's.. fun. Good to know." Jackie says, taking the knife.
Bro frowns, "huh… i gotta be careful then… I don't wanna like- accidentally… you know-"
"Accidentally kill them? You're that strong?" Chase asks with wide eyes.
Bro flushes, "…I dunno! mmmmaybe? I haven't tried to! I'm very against killing- but I usually try to hold back once I see someone in pain."
"Yknow, Trisha once shot Error point-blank with a shotgun and he got up again, I think you punching them really hard won't do that much,"
Stacy says. "Just don't aim for the heads. These are still people under all the corruption."
Bro nods to Stacy and wrings out his hands and wrists, "Okay… I can do that. I don't like aiming for the face much anyways. Broken noses aren't fun for anyone… Unless they deserve it. …Broken noses are meant for criminals not mind controlled people. There that's a new super law for me." He nods.
Jackie snorts and rolls his eyes.
Stacy laughs. "Great, good to hear."
"Let's head out, then," Chase says. "The sooner, the better. We need Bro to hang out somewhere with a lot of cameras for him to see, while the rest of us stay out of sight."
Raven nods. "I can keep up an invisibility spell for a while, but everyone will need to stick close to me, it only covers so much ground."
"Alright, good luck guys," Stacy says.
"Thanks Stacy- stay safe okay?" Bro says with a smile. Jackie gives her a two fingered salute.
“Let's go." Chase checks his gun, then leads the way out of the cave.
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The door to the room appears, opening up. Jack looks away from Alt and towards it, stiffening. His form is overtaken by white static until he's just the staticky outline he was when Alt first saw him. He puts a finger to his lips.
Alt jumps slightly and then curls up as Jack becomes less solid. He shakily nods.
Error walks in. He looks at Alt and grins. "We're going to take a trip. Come on. Please don't make this difficult."
As Error walks in Alt growls and bares his teeth at him like a feral animal.
"Oh, don't be like that, this is your lucky day! Though you don't think of it that way right now." Error leans down, still grinning. He's not wearing the hoodie outfit from earlier. Instead, it's some red and blue jumpsuit, torn and bloodied. "Come on." His smile drops. "If I have to drag you down there, I will."
"Go ahead and try fucker-" Alt spits. He grins as his eyes spark with energy, "You already know I'm pretty slippery."
"Because of your glitching? Is that it? Hmmm." Error hums. "You know… the Place has a way of taking you where Anti wants you to be. So, sure, you can try. You'll probably just end up where I'm taking you anyway." He flashes a sharp smile. "But if you insist." He grabs Alt by the arm and starts pulling him towards the door.
Alt yelps and then quickly tries to glitch away and out of his grip.
And yet, somehow, Error manages to hold onto him. The static swarming around his body buzzes around Alt's glitches, causing some kind of rough barrier. "Come on," Error says, adjusting his hold so he's pinning Alt's arms to his side. He doesn't sound bothered at all by the struggles as he drags Alt out into the hallway. The static form of Jack follows.
Alt cries out and tries to fight as much as he can. "H-Hey! What the fuck!! Let me go!!"
"Nope!" Error says, almost cheerfully. He continues dragging Alt down the hallway, which slopes and twists downwards. Cables start to appear on the ground, ready to trip people up, but he nimbly dodges them. "Come on, we're almost there!"
Alt feels his stomach drop and dread starts to take over him as he tries even harder to get away. "N-No! C'mon J-Jackie! You're Jackie right?! J-Just let me go man!!"
"I thought I told you before." Error's grip on Alt tightens to the point where it hurts a little. "That's not me anymore." He reaches a door made of metal and opens it up, dragging Alt inside. It's completely dark, impossible to see, but somehow Error navigates it perfectly until he manages to push Alt into a chair, forcing him to sit.
Alt cries out and squirms and kicks as much as he can. When he's forced into the chair he tries to see if he can glitch away-
"No!" Error sees him doing that and pushes him hard back, hard enough that Alt's head clunks against the back of the chair. "Don't you dare," he hisses, quickly grabbing Alt's arms and pushing them into the arms of the chair, where cuffs snap into place. He quickly does the same for his ankles, cuffing them to a bar connecting the chair legs, and then backs up. "Just wait here quietly, okay?"
Alt’s vision flashes white for a second as he head hits the seat. He then struggles and pulls at the restraints, really starting to freak out. Terrified tears gather in his eyes as he starts to heave in panic. “P-Please don’t do this! I-I don’t want to be a puppet again! Please!”
Error grins. "It's not so bad. Maybe you'll find it's different this time. Maybe you'll be happy." And then he turns and leaves the room.
Jack quickly walks into the room before Error closes the door. The room is completely dark now, but Alt can hear Jack's voice. "You're not alone, I promise," he says.
Alt is panicking hardcore, even Jack's voice doesn't calm him down. His eyes try to find any source of light in the room but there's nothing- its dark and he's scared. "J-Jack…! I.. I don't want to be corrupted…! I..! I-"
“I know, I’m sorry,” Jack murmurs. “I-I can’t stop him, a-and I’m sorry. But I can fix it. Just before you guys arrived here, I figured out how to uncorrupt people. But I-I don’t know how to stop the corruption while it’s happening. Only after the fact. And I’m so, so sorry. But I promise people are on the way to help. I promise.”
Alt feels his stomach sinking even more as he hangs his head and tries to hide his panicked tears. He… he has to try to look tough for whatever's coming… he can't show he's weak- but he's so fucking scared.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Jack says. “You’re not alone. It’s going to be—”
Then the door opens again. The lights flick on, revealing the corruption room, just like the one Surgeon showed Mag. Standing in the doorway are two familiar faces. Anti… and Magnificent himself.
“Hey, Alt,” Anti says, grinning as he closes the door.
"Hello cub~" Magnificent giggles.
Alt goes pale. "M-Magnificent…"
Magnificent laughs wildly and teleports to grab Alt's chin, tilting it back and forth. "Awww look at you, kitten! You look fucking terrible~ Scared out of your wits, are we?"
"S-Shut the fuck up!" Alt spits, trying to pull his wet face away from his grip.
Magnificent giggles and teleports back by Anti, grinning. "This is going to be so fucking easy. It's almost sad-"
"Easy would be good, this is never 'easy' in my experience," Anti says. One of the screens on the walls lights up, showing nothing but static, the speakers letting out the sound of white noise. Anti glitches over to a table and starts looking through the items there. "You should probably cover your ears, Magnificent. I don't think it'll be able to affect you so easily, but better safe than sorry. You get started while I decide how to approach this."
"Ah- Yes. I can do that." Mag snaps and puts basically magic earplugs in and then grins, slinking back over to Alt.
Alt tries to pull his head away but Mag grabs him by the hair and slams his head back, giggling. "Oh you poor beaten kitten… your mind has already been scrambled so nicely for me~! So broken and disjointed… It's like you knew to expect me!"
"Mag- f-fucking! Don't do this! You're really g-gonna let me be a puppet for someone else?" Alt tries to growl at him.
Magnificent just shakes head and laughs, "Why not? I want to see how it works~! And you're already such a good puppet for me, Alt… I think I can lend you away for a bit~" He flares up some corruption in his hands- not enough to completely block Alt's magic- but enough to make him weak. He digs his claws into his neck and spreads it there as Alt screams and tries to thrash against it. As he works a bright purple and green spiral looms behind Magnificent- soon drawing in Alt's eyes as Mag withdraws his hand.
Alt weakly lets his head fall back, panting and heaving in panic- but he's starting to do it less- the anger and fear fading from his eyes. Corrupted purple flickers in his eyes but- he tries to fight against it, weakly squirming in his restraints. "n-no… no I… i-"
Anti watches this happen, observing. It really does happen quite quickly. "I've been able to put people in trances before," he says quietly. "But they always shake it off eventually. That sort of reminds me of it." He nods at the spiral, at the way Alt's struggles are fading. "I can work with that."
The white noise in the air sounds less sharp than it did before. More… soothing, almost. Anti walks around behind Alt, carrying something. He snaps it around Alt's neck, revealing it to be a metal collar.
"Alright, Alt," he says quietly, but not kindly. "Here's how it's going to work. If you start to do something wrong, you're going to get hurt. Same thing if you say something bad. Simple enough, right? You can do that, right?"
Magnificent's eyes widen and then he giggles, "Oh… i like where this is going."
Alt snaps slightly out of trance as he feels the collar get snapped onto him. He weakly glares at Anti, eyes sparking. "L-Like i'm gonna just d-do what you say just cuz you ask me- f-fuck off!"
ZAP. Anti can't pulse with electricity the way Alt can, but he has other tools he can use. Namely, a taser, which he presses to the metal of the collar and switches on for a second. "That's a low setting, and I know you can handle electricity," Anti says. "But I promise it can get worse. And I'm not just limited to lightning." He tilts Alt's head back so he can look him in the eyes. "You don't have to fight it, though," he whispers. "You don't have to go through this." He glances back up at Magnificent and nods towards the spiral he has conjured, silently asking him to increase whatever he's doing.
Alt grits his teeth and stiffens in his chair, trying to hide his discomfort. He feels himself get tilted up and he opens his eyes enough to just glare more at Anti. "I-I'm not l-letting myself be corrupted by you…!"
Magnificent tilts his head and the magic gets brighter and hums with intensity. The pressure on the room increases. Mag grips his hand and the corruption on Alt's neck pulses and grows slightly, making purple flash in his eyes as he gasps.
Alt tries to shut his eyes, shaking his head. "No…! Nono-!"
"Why not?" Anti asks. "Remember, I've seen your memories. I know what you've thought. All these Antis out here, doing terrible things. You know that you're not any different. Didn't you try to kill your so-called friends a couple times?"
"T-Those weren't for you to see-" Alt whimpers. "I.. I'm not like that anymore- I don't want to be that anymore…! I'm not like them- I'm not-!" He squeezes his eyes shut tighter, trembling.
ZAP! Anti goes up a setting on the taser. "Don't close your eyes," he snaps.
Alt grits his teeth and bites back another scream. Alt instinctively follows Anti's order and his eyes find the spiral.
"Alright, maybe you're not like that anymore. But you remember what it was like, don't you? Didn't a part of you like being like that? Being able to do whatever the fuck you wanted?"
Alt’s shoulders almost instantly relax as the magic starts to spiral in his eyes. His head lolls back more as he breathes slowly. He leans a bit more against Anti's side, talking hollowly. "… i… i… d..did…"
"That's it kitten… relax… and listen to Anti," Magnificent sings sweetly, increasing the burning magic. "Just like that…"
"I know you did," Anti says, his voice laced with static. "But you feel so bad about it now. Guilt is a useless thing, Alt. All it does is make you feel bad. Life is so much better lived without regrets. Nothing is stopping you from casting these feelings aside and doing something that you like. Even if people say it's wrong, they don't know you. They can't know you. It's impossible to fully know someone, since you can't possibly have thought and felt and experienced everything someone else has. So, why do you care so much about what these people who can't know you think?"
"I… I don't… know…" Alt whispers, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. "…it… it.. shouldn't… matter…" His eye twitches and he tries to shake out his head, squeezing his eyes shut again as his head pounds. "n-no it m-matters it… it has to- I… I need to- be something b-better…! I…"
ZAP! Up another setting. "Better is arbitrary," Anti hisses. "Good and bad are constructs. Right and wrong are fictional ideas." The static echoes his words. "You only want to be 'better' because others tell you that you should want that. When you strip away those voices, Alt, you know what you really want. And I can help you, like I've helped lots of people before you."
Alt lets out a short scream now, clenching his fists and arching his back. He pants, eyes rolling in his head for a second before they find the spiral again. He starts to relax even more, even through panted short breaths. The magic glows brighter in his eyes as he whispers, "…what… I want…?" He leans his head back and sighs in pain, "i… i wanna be free…"
"Then let me help you," Anti whispers. "Let me free you." He puts one hand on Alt's shoulder. For a moment, he flickers, becoming a figure of black static. Something is in his chest. Right where his heart would be. It looks a little like a heart too, in shape. But it's not. It's a knot of strings, and one of those strings slinks down his arm and into the spot where his hand is touching Alt. Then he returns to his normal look, and the string is gone from sight. But it's still there.
Alt twitches a bit and rolls his shoulder where he feels the string but very quickly relaxes. His eyes glaze over completely and his fighting stops. "…free me, Anti." He whispers, lips hardly moving.
Magnificent giggles with glee, hardly able to stop grinning.
"I will," Anti promises. "Close your eyes. When I tell you to open them again, you'll be free."
Alt's eyes easily slip shut now, his head lolling forward to hang limply over his chest.
"One…" Anti whispers. "Two…" He reaches for the collar. "Three." And he snaps it off. "Wake up, Byte."
Alt's head slowly rises and he opens his eyes. Immediately- they are different. His sclera is now green static. The purple spirals still burn in his irises but… now its like- his pupils are glitching. They don't seem to want to settle, glitching across his iris and sclera in broken bits and pieces.
Byte leans forward and looks confused before his lips curl up into an unsteady smile. He digs his nails into the arms of his chair and starts to giggle. He's dazed- still seeming kinda lost and entranced. He falls back in his chair, letting his head hit the back of it as he dazedly giggles at the ceiling.
"…fascinating…!" Magnificent breathes, his eyes sparkling.
"Everyone reacts to it differently," Anti says. "I've given up on trying to predict how they'll act after the process--but somehow this feels right." He leans back, considering for a moment. "It might not be as well-settled as corruption usually is, but that was really fast. Worth the tradeoff, if you ask me."
"I think it was only so fast because his mind is already very open to my hypnosis. And… whatever happened with you two scrambled his brain and made it very easy to manipulate." Magnificent comments, crossing his arms as he studies Byte. "Still… I haven't seen him like this…"
Anti leans forward again, undoing the cuffs on Byte's wrists and ankles. "Hello there." He smiles at him, somehow managing to look both genuine and crazed at the same time. "How do you feel, Byte?"
Byte dazedly watches as he's freed, smile only getting wider. His eyes get a bit more of that unhinged look in them. He tries to glitch up out of the chair and then falls over himself slightly, giggling madly. He finds Anti's arm and grabs onto it, digging his nails in. "F-Fantastic-" He grins. "Fucking f̵a̴n̴t̴a̵s̷t̸i̵c̷~! And… and stabby- I feel stabby." Byte laughs more and looks at Anti with those wide glitching eyes, grinning like a maniac. "Can I stab you? I w-w-wanna see you b̷͚̂l̴̢̇é̷̠e̶̓͜é̸̯d̸͕͘d̴̞̑."
"Ha! Unfortunately, I don't bleed at all, despite this whole thing." Anti indicates the neck wound. "But we can go out into the city and find someone who will." His smile widens into an excited grin. He seems unfazed by Byte grabbing his arm, even as the nails dig in. He glances at Magnificent. "Guessing that sort of comment isn't normal, then?"
"Not at all." Magnificent replies, impressed.
"Can I bite them?!" Byte says excitedly, baring his teeth in a sharp grin. "That's what my name is now, right? B̵I̷t̶e̸!̸ ̵!" He snaps his teeth together like a playful predator, giggling.
"You can," Anti assured him. "Let me just find someone suitable. This will only take one second." He turned into black static and zipped away--and then, exactly one second later, he returned. "Well… I just saw something very interesting." He looked over at Magnificent. "A puppet who snapped his strings. My Chase is out wandering around. It must be some sort of trap, I caught a couple glimpses of people nearby. They must've thought they were hiding with that magician's invisibility spell, not knowing that some cameras can see through that." And back to Byte, grinning. "We can head out right now."
"C̸h̵a̴s̵e̷!̷ I know a Chase!" Byte says excitedly. "If there's twooo Chases- can I kill one, Anti?" He giggles. As he does, he's still glitching a bit in place- his normally bright green and blue glitches now darker and corrupted. Even his magic seems corrupted as he opens his hand up and summons one of his magic knives. It buzzes and fizzles with loud static and flickers between dark green, blue, red and black.
Magnificent chuckles, "That's true… that could mean our Chase is somewhere in there too. No doubt hoping to catch us off guard."
"Or! He can come back too! Two Chases! Two puppets~!" Byte laughs, bouncing on his toes.
"Two would be nice," Anti says thoughtfully. "But if it really comes down to it, you can kill the spare--the one not from this world. As well as anyone else with him."
The spirals in Byte's eyes pulse a bit at this, as if sealing in a command and he grins. "I can kill him. It will be fun to kill him~! And the others! Anyone I can!!"
"Oh this will be quite the show~!" Magnificent laughs, "My puppets wont know what's hitting them."
Anti flashes a smile. "Lovely knives."
"Thank you Anti!" Byte beams. He throws one knife out of his hand and lets its sink into the wall- then opens back up his hand and it flies back in a similar arc. He giggles. "They're m̸a̵g̶i̷c̵~̷" He then poofs them away and glitches around the room like he just can't keep still. "Can we go?!"
"We can go right now," Anti says. "I need Voice, but we can meet him at the exit. Hmm, I should probably take Error, too, just in case." He looks at Magnificent. "Want to join? The four of us together can probably defeat them all."
"Oh, my friend, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Magnificent chuckles.
Byte glitches to a stop, his hair spiking and curling slightly as electricity courses across it and his clothes. He grins wide. "I'll follow you! I still don't know how the Place works-" He says plainly but even that sounds a bit crazy and unhinged. Maybe its that wild look in his glitching eyes. He then blinks and looks to a certain corner and then points. "And what are we gonna do with Jack? He's watching."
Magnificent looks confused, frowning at the space and not seeing anything. "…what are you talking about…?"
Anti stiffens. "He's what?" he whispers, absolute venom dripping in his voice, thick enough to burn ears.
Jack has been watching everything. He'd wanted to reach out to Alt, to support him during Anti's attempts to corrupt him, to remind him that he's not alone. But then Magnificent had walked in and thrown him for a loop, and before he could recover, that spiral the magician conjured was blocking Alt's vision. He wanted to shout, to scream, but the moment the process started he froze up. It wasn't just Alt in that chair, it was Jackie, Jameson, Henrik, Marvin, Chase--all of them. All of his friends he couldn't help. All of his friends that he had watched get hurt and tortured and twisted beyond recognition and never been able to do a single thing about. The memory of helplessness locked him up, shoving him back into that mentality until it was too late.
Anti turns in the direction Alt was pointing and lunges forward.
Jack yelps, briefly flickering into view, and dives out of the way.
"Get b̵̨a̛ç̛k̕ ̸͠h͡e͟͠r̢͟ę̴̕!" Anti shouts, picking up a blade from the nearest table and throwing it.
Jack dodges it and jumps through the wall, disappearing.
Anti screeches animalistically--then glances at Magnificent and gets himself under control. "I'll… deal with him… some other time," he says through gritted teeth. "He can't be touched. He's just like a fucking ghost. Not important right now. Let's go. He's probably going to tell the group we're on the way."
Byte staggers back, fear flickering in his eyes. As Anti shouts and screeches, he curls up slightly- afraid of his rage.
Magnificent raises an eyebrow and then laughs, "Sore spot, I'm assuming?" He sees Byte cowering and grabs him by the arm and throws him forward. "No time to waste, Byte. You want your blood, don't you?"
"y…yes. Yeah I- let's go." Byte says a bit dazedly. He glances at Anti warily.
Anti takes a deep breath. He notices Byte's fear, and for a moment, regret flickers in his eyes. But it's only for a second. There are more important things to focus on. "Sore spot indeed," Anti says as he walks to the door. He opens it up and heads out. "Come on. We'd best hurry."
#SATCV#SATCV Bad End#alt anti#corruption#byte alt#hehehe i was so excited for this part i can't believe iw as late!!#shorter chapter but i feel like its flows better this way afhvgajbk#swap magnificent#bro fantastic#jackie mann#you know i had to get alt corrupted do you even know me? ahgvajshkb
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PART 4
FINALLY
I got stuck about a third of the way through. This one is also very long. I’m just straight up writing a fic or something now ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I figure, if no one’s reading these, why feel self-conscious?? Galaxy brain moment. Besides I’ll probably edit this when it isn’t almost midnight, anyway.
Here is the previous part, and here is the next part
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The last thing she had expected was to receive a call from the Royal Scientist.
Had she considered contacting him in the weeks since their long conversation at the coffee shop? Sure. Not seriously considered it… but it had crossed her mind. At no point, however, had it crossed her mind that he might actually call her.
She was nervous to pick up the phone.
She almost didn’t, actually, but then two thoughts occurred to her: I probably shouldn’t ignore a call from one of the most important people in the underground, and, Wait, how is he even going to talk to me over the phone if he signs?
Curiosity got the better of her.
She put on her best professional voice.
“Hello, this is Asteri. How can I help you?”
Nailed it.
“U-Um, hi!”
That was not the same voice that had laughed and, just once, said “ah,” while sitting across a box of donuts from her six weeks ago. This voice was decidedly more feminine.
“S-Sorry to bother you! He can’t— I-I mean, the doctor, he can’t really, um, talk on the phone? So I’m, um. H-He asked me? And I-I really don’t think this is necessary, I-I’m so sorry, I’m sure y-you’re really busy—”
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“O-Oh, my god, right, I’m sorry! I-I’m Alphys, D-Dr. Gaster’s int— um. A-Assistant.”
Ah. No wonder he had been so patient with her own stammering and nervousness back at the coffee shop, if this was what his assistant was like.
“Hello, Alphys. Why don’t you take a deep breath and start over?”
The person at the other end did so. “Okay. R-Right. Dr. Gaster wanted to call you, b— No, I am saying it like that, you did!”
Asteri raised an eyebrow as the voice on the phone seemed to address someone else for a moment.
S-Sorry about that. So, he wanted to call you, but he only really y-you know… signs? So I’m, um! Calling i-instead.”
“Right. I understand that part. Why did he want to call me?”
Alphys’ voice seemed to get quieter, like she was holding a hand over the phone. Asteri only caught parts of what she said. “No, i-it isn’t a—! …ot really need to…. and bother her about…” Finally, there was sound on the other end, presumably of Alphys holding the phone back up to her head, and a sigh. “W-We… found some human stuff, and th-the writing isn’t in English at all— S-Sorry, it’s possibly not in English. Dr. Gaster is, um, r-really interested in it, and said he knew a l-linguist wh-who might also be interested?”
It sounded like she was relaying this, as if she were reading it… or someone were signing to her as she spoke.
“Tell her wh—? Oh…” Alphys sounded more hesitant than before. “H-He says he thinks it m-might be a… new. C-Cipher.”
Asteri’s eye widened. She just went from mildly interested but hesitant, to invested. Too invested to hear the way Dr. Gaster’s assistant sounded strangely guilty. How kind of the doctor to think of her! “Where?”
“W-We’re at the, um, th-the dump in—“
Yep, she knew where that was. “Got it. I’ll be right there!”
Oh, okay! B—”
Asteri was too excited to feel bad for hanging up like that. The dump was a great place to find records of written language, both old and modern. There were sometimes other languages, too, but she didn’t have enough of any of them to even begin to translate. There were enough monster languages to keep her busy anyway. But a skeleton finding something and saying it was a cipher font? That warranted her attention. He had seemed hesitant to speak at length about ciphers, but there was definitely more than what he had told her. She hadn’t been about to pry, just grateful for what he had been willing to share, but now? An opportunity to discover something new related to that, alongside someone with that kind of knowledge? There was no way she would pass that up. Especially not since Dr. Gaster had remembered her work and interest in the subject, and was considerate enough as another scholar to call her and let her know about this discovery.
She pulled her boots on, grabbed her bag, and took off. The dump wasn’t too far from where she lived, only about a 15 minute walk. Or an eight minute run, apparently. Skidding around the corner, her tail flicked out automatically to balance her. Up ahead, standing near one of the larger waterfalls, was Dr. Gaster, whose eyes somehow looked even more sunken than before, alongside a yellow lizard monster who looked almost comically short beside him. The skeleton perked up upon catching sight of her and waved. The lizard monster, Alphys presumably, waved awkwardly from behind him. Asteri suddenly remembered the extremely awkward way she and the doctor had parted ways last time and found herself dreading what it would take to recover from that.
“Dr. Gaster,” she greeted as she approached. “It’s good to see you again. I—”
She had looked up at him then, ready to construct whatever apology was appropriate for someone of his standing, but found herself cut short by the sheer warmth of the way he was looking at her. Like he was genuinely happy to see her again, instead of just sharing a discovery with a fellow academic. His eyelights even had that pale green glow again. It threw her off enough for her to completely lose her train of thought.
He didn’t miss a beat. “Ms. Asteri! I am so relieved you could join us. My assistant, she found the most fascinating thing!” He turned to address the monster beside him. “Ah!” There was that verbal sound again. “Introductions, of course. Ms. Asteri, this is my assistant, Alphys. Alphys, this is Ms. Asteri.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Asteri said, nodding her head in a slight bow, her habit since her wings tended to be a bit large for handshakes, and summoning hands for a quick gesture like that was often more trouble than it was worth.
To her surprise however, Alphys mirrored the gesture without seeming to give it a second thought. “Hajim— UH! Y-Yeah, y-you too!”The poor monster’s face went red. Asteri figured it was from mixing up her words, and paid it no mind. “I’m r-really just an intern, though… I’m still in college.”
Looking at her again, Asteri realized she did seem rather young. Poor thing.
“Nonsense, Alphys!” Dr. Gaster signed emphatically. “You are my brilliant and trusted assistant! If I were in charge, you would have graduated already.”
Alphys looked flustered and covered her face. Asteri smiled. That was sweet. He clearly cared about the people he worked with. One more thing she hadn’t expected from someone of both his position and his age. But she needed to focus; she was sure he wasn’t here to socialize.
“So, what did you find?”
The doctor somehow grinned even wider and pulled a piece of plastic out of his bag to hand to Asteri. “Look!”
She took the plastic— a case of some kind— and looked it over. On the front was clearly writing, but not in any language— or font— that she was familiar with. On the back was more of the same writing, but it was smaller and less colorful. That already gave her a bad feeling that this wasn’t a font of its own. She looked up in time to see Dr. Gaster finish signing something to Alphys about showing something else. The shorter monster approached her nervously, face still red, and handed over a fairly thick book. On the cover, two humans(?) with short-ish hair and huge eyes held each other in an embrace that, frankly, didn’t seem sustainable without falling over. She flipped through it. It was filled mostly with drawings, but the text that was there looked similar to the text on the back of the plastic case. It seemed to represent what was being spoken by the characters, so dialogue, which certainly lent itself to the idea of a cipher.
“What do you think?”
Asteri looked up at the man before her. He may as well have been bouncing from foot to foot with all the excited energy coming off of him. “Well, it’s hard to say. I would have assumed a different language, but with what you shared with me previously… you may be right.”
“Some of these symbols remind me of Runes of the Dragon,” he informed her, stepping closer to point to one of the more complex looking symbols. “But they look much more complicated than other parts of the text. Perhaps it is two different ciphers? I wonder why humans would write a book in such code though. Unless— No, no, that would be ridiculous. Never mind.”
She had a bad feeling about getting his hopes up. “W-Well, remember,” she said carefully, “it might not be a cipher.”
He deflated slightly, but kept his poise. “Right. Yes, of course. In either case, I… thought you would be interested.”
“Oh, well, I appreciate it, but I don’t usually work with other human languages—”
If his face had fallen any further, any faster, it might have slid right off his skull. Asteri found herself scrambling to backpedal.
“—Sssssince I don’t usually have enough material! But th-this is a lot to work with! So it will be a lot of fun to work on, whether or not it’s a cipher.”
That seemed to help bring his smile back. (Why was she so concerned about it anyway?) But he seemed much less at ease than that first time they had spoken. Well, that was none of her business. “I’m glad to hear that!” He glanced over his shoulder, then back. “I am going to see if I can find any other items with this text. They may help in deciphering this. Why don’t you speak to Alphys? She seems familiar with these items, perhaps she has some insights.”
“I’ll do that, thank you.”
He seemed to linger with her just a moment longer than necessary, like he was expecting her to say more, but she didn’t. She made her way over to where Alphys had wandered, and Dr. Gaster meandered elsewhere, seeming distracted. Strange, Asteri thought, but then corrected herself. She could hardly call it strange, she didn’t even know the man, really. Whatever odd behaviors he had, those were his business. And surely any monster would have a few idiosyncrasies after at least two centuries. Gah, she needed to focus on her work.
“Alphys—” She had barely spoken the other monster’s name, and Alphys about had a heart attack.
“M-Ms. Asteri! Haha… You scared me. S-Sorry.”
Jumpy, this one. Poor girl. Maybe she could put her more at ease somehow. “Please, just Asteri is fine. I’m hardly more deserving of an honorific than you are. Though, if you’d prefer “Ms. Alphys…””
“N-No! Uh. No, thank you. Just A-Alphys is fine.”
Several long seconds passed before Asteri decided she ought to give the scientist a bit of a nudge. “Dr. Gaster said you’re familiar with these human books and items? Is there anything you’ve noticed, any patterns? Anything that might help us decipher the text?”
Alphys fidgeted anxiously for a moment, eyes flickering between the ground, her hands, and Asteri. At last, she took a deep breath, glanced over to check where Dr. Gaster was, and then shuffled closer. “O-Okay, I-I-I have to admit s-something.”
Asteri raised an eyebrow.
“This is-isn’t a cipher. It’s… It’s a human language,” she sighed, sounding far too guilty. “It’s called Japanese. O-Or, um, nihongo. I-I, um, like to collect this kind of stuff, that’s how I know. There’s these um, these sh-shows, called anime, a-and actually they’re really interesting b-because they deal with a lot of u-uncommon tropes compared to most human media? Like there’s this one, and th-there’s these clothes that are actually aliens—“
“Alphys…”
The lizard monster’s mouth clicked shut. “I-I’m sorry,” she squeaked.
Asteri sighed softly, and not unkindly. “It’s fine. Really. It sounds… sort of interesting. I’d be happy to listen later. But I need you to focus right now.”
“R-Right. Right! Okay! S-So, anime. The audio, it’s in Japanese. It’s its own language. I’ve heard it, a-and it’s nothing like a cipher. B-But, um, Dr. Gaster saw one of my DVD cases a-and I guess it really, um, threw him off? That he wasn’t familiar with the text? B-Because the first thing he did w-was ask where I found it, so I told him the dump in Waterfall, of course. The next thing I know, we’re headed here a-and he’s talking about you again, and I’m thinking oh gosh, this isn’t even a f-font thing, but I can’t tell him that—”
“Hold on, hold on. Back up.” Asteri paused. “Actually, first, I’m sorry for interrupting you a second time. That was rude. But what do you mean, talking about me again?”
Alphys went pale. “Did- Did I say that?” She laughed nervously. “N-Nooo, um, it’s not like, uh! Eheh… N-Not like in a- in a creepy way!” Asteri just stared at her, waiting for an explanation. Alphys sighed. “L-Look, um, ever since he got back to the lab a few weeks ago, all he’s talked about is ‘the n-nice monster he met who asked him about fonts,’ and what- what a nice time he had. And, y-y’know, w-we asked him about it, because gosh, it’s not like he really, um, gets out much? At. At all. Even the people who have worked with him way longer could tell you, h-he pretty much lives at the lab. So it’s, um, nice to know he actually had a, um, a-a conversation. Not about engineering. W-With like, a real person, who doesn’t work with us.”
At this, she started to blush a little. “O-Okay, and you- you know how it is at work! Y-You like, kinda tease each other? Right? S-So, um! We, you know. K-Kinda. Gave him a hard time. M-Mostly the others! Not me! I-I mean I did a little, but like not very much, I didn’t get weird about it!”
Where was this going?
“A-And so finally, he tried to get us— th-them!— to stop by saying that y-you guys um, exchanged numbers. S-So you were going to. Call him? A-And then when your schedules lined up, y-you’d go, um. Talk. Again.” Alphys smiled nervously. “B-But, um. You… didn’t. W-Which is fine! I-I’m sure you’re busy! B-But he was just, really sure you would. S-So he kept making me check that his phone was working. And it was, of course. But, well, um. He. Got… anxious? I think? So everyone kept telling him to just call if he was that worried, b-but he wouldn’t, he kept saying you were p-probably really busy. P-Plus, like, I mean, I get it, I hate making calls too. S-So all of this has been going on for- for a couple weeks. And then he saw m-my anime DVD, a-and… yeah.”
Asteri blinked several times, a pit forming in her stomach. So used to dealing with the niceties (like exchanging contact information) of her peers and seniors in academia, and the transparently false but necessary pleasantries (like saying that you really should meet up again soon), it had never occurred to her that it was entirely sincere when he said those things. All this time he had actually been waiting for her to call. He genuinely wanted to talk again, but assumed she was too busy to call, so as soon as he saw something that might possibly be relevant to her work or interest her…
“Oh my god,” she whispered, mostly to herself. “I messed up.”
And now she had to break the news to him that it wasn’t a cipher at all. Or even remotely related to her work. She wasn’t going to make Alphys do that, this wasn’t her fault. Asteri wouldn’t have wanted to correct her boss over that kind of misunderstanding either, were she in Alphys’ position.
“N-No, no, it’s not you!” Alphys hurried to reassure her, not having been privy to her thoughts. “I-I should have told him, I, um…!”
“No, it was definitely me,” Asteri sighed, dragging the edge of her wing down her face. She shuffled forward a bit more, looking to make sure that Dr. Gaster was still preoccupied, then lowered her voice and addressed Alphys again. “I- Okay, I’m not used to dealing with anyone particularly genuine. Most of the other scholars I talk to either don’t especially care about my work, or aren’t interested enough to seek me out on their own. Which is fine, it kind of goes both ways. We meet up in groups every year or so, sometimes a few times a year, exchange or update contact information, refer each other to researchers in related fields, and so on. Occasionally we’ll send some emails back and forth about something relevant to our work. But nobody really makes friends, okay?”
She knew she sounded frustrated, and hoped Alphys understood that it was directed inwardly, not at her.
“So I happen to run into the man I’ve been debating emailing for weeks, manage to not only get him to answer a few questions, but sit down and have an hours-long conversation with me! It was great! Way more than I hoped. It wraps up, he offers his phone number, and to me it’s—“ She groaned. “It was the same song and dance. That’s what I thought, anyway! I didn’t realize he actually expected me to contact him! I haven’t been busy, I assumed there was no chance in hell that the ROYAL SCIENTIST was going to want me to call him up for a chat!”
By now her tail was flicking back and forth in agitation, the magic of her wings flickering slightly and fraying at the edges for the same reason. She summoned hands just to rake them through her hair and then bury her face in them.
“Alphys. Be honest. How badly did I screw over my chances of being on good terms with the Royal Scientist?”
The lizard monster had been doing her very best to hold in a slight smile. Knowing Dr. Gaster made Asteri’s worries seem far less serious, but obviously the older woman was distressed. “N-Not at all, I don’t think! He- He’s really understanding. Um, I’ve made a lot— a lot— of mistakes, but he’s really patient! I-I’m sure he’ll understand if you explain.”
Asteri peeked through her fingers. “You really think so?”
“Yeah! You seem like- like a really kind person, Asteri! Don’t worry about it! Dr. Gaster is r-really nice. H-He won’t be mad, I promise.”
“I won’t be mad about what?”
They both yelped at the blue hands that suddenly manifested near them. A few yards away, Dr. Gaster was sloshing through the water toward them, a troubled expression on his face. Asteri wanted to melt into the water and slither away. It wasn’t ideal since it would mean abandoning her clothes, but it also wouldn’t be the first time she’d used that exact method to escape an uncomfortable situation. Unfortunately, this just wasn’t one she could justify escaping from.
“What happened? Is something wrong?”
Asteri tried not to hunch in on herself, and refused to let her magic shift her into something better at hiding. “N-No, nothing is wrong. I just, um…” Meet his eyes, Asteri. She let out a heavy breath. “There’s just a misunderstanding I’d like to clear up. Maybe…” She glanced at Alphys, then back to the doctor. “Maybe we could sit at my house, and I could explain over some sea tea. I don’t live far.”
Dr. Gaster and Alphys exchanged looks (worried and reassuring, respectively), before he agreed with a nod. “Alright… If it isn’t any trouble.”
“None at all. Follow me.”
The walk was uncomfortable. Asteri weighed down by the misunderstanding and the fact that the text had nothing to do with fonts, Gaster troubled by whatever no one was telling him, and Alphys stuck in the middle.
“Alphys,” Gaster signed anxiously as they followed Asteri from behind, a few minutes into the trip. “Have I done something to upset her?”
“N-No, no!” Alphys whispered back, trying to sound reassuring. “I-It’s nothing.”
“Are you certain? She seems… different than before. Perhaps it was a bad time.” He strangled a noise of dismay in his throat. “She was probably busy! I knew I should not have called!”
“S-Sir, with all due respect, calling her w-was absolutely the right decision.”
He didn’t seem convinced, and let himself slouch forward with a despondent sigh. “Oh Alphys, you don’t have to side with me just because I’m your boss. Be honest. She looked very upset.”
“W-Well, she… she was, but—“
“I knew it!”
“Sir, that wasn’t—“
“This is why I have no social life, Alphys! I’m too overbearing!”
“Doctor, p-please.”
He swiveled his head to her, looking far more forlorn than a skeleton with a mostly-fixed smile ought to be able to. It was the big glassy eyes, Alphys decided. How did he even do that? He didn’t even have actual eyes. She sighed.
“Sir, she’s not upset at you.”
He paused, standing a little straighter. “She… isn’t?”
Alphys sighed. “No.”
“Almost there,” came Asteri’s voice as they rounded a corner. “If you go into the kitchen, we can use fire magic to dry off. Then, uh. Just sit wherever is comfortable. Kitchen table, living room…”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t heard Alphys whispering. She hadn’t caught what was being said, but Alphys and Dr. Gaster were clearly talking about something. Oh well. It couldn’t get much more awkward than it already was anyway.
After they got to her home, dried off, and sat down at the kitchen table, she heated the kettle for tea and sat down with them to wait for it. This was going to be so, so uncomfortable. Might as well get it over with. She took a deep breath and looked first to Alphys, who gave a nervous but reassuring smile and thumbs-up. Then she turned to the skeleton across from her and took a deep breath.
“Dr. Gaster. About… the text.”
His eyes widened and he bent over to reach into his bag, blue hands blinking into existence in the air to sign for him as he did so. “Oh, yes! I found a few more instances! Here, I’m sure that more examples will help with deciphering it.”
He sat back up and set another two DVD cases and half of a now dry but previously waterlogged manga onto the table. He looked far too hopeful. Asteri’s tail twitched guiltily. She shifted her wings to let the magic rub together, not unlike someone wringing their hands. Better to just tell him and get him over with.
“Look, this—” Another sigh. She just couldn’t bring herself to crush him like that. She tried again, tone softer. “Doctor. I really appreciate you going through the trouble to find these.”
He brightened. That was worse.
“It was… so kind of you to think of my work and call me.”
His smile faltered a little.
“But this text, it… Well, it isn’t…”
It faltered a lot.
Asteri mustered the courage to look him in the eye again. “It… It isn’t a cipher. It’s some other human language.”
He wasn’t smiling at all anymore. Not genuinely.
“Here, on this case—“ She pointed with her tail to part of the title on the DVD case he had first handed her. “These symbols right here, on the front, are the same as the ones here—“ She flipped it over to point to a specific place. “—on the back. The ones on the front are just written with a rounder, more colorful… font.”
She winced at that, knowing it was probably a slap in the face to point out the fonts like that, but there was really no way around it. Sure enough, he looked even more crestfallen than earlier. She wanted to say something more, but the kettle whistling forced her out of her seat.
“You said she wasn’t upset with me,” Gaster signed hollowly, once Asteri’s back was turned.
Alphys was much better at understanding sign language than using it, but she could sign, albeit much more slowly than her superior. But this was in too close of quarters for her to whisper. “She’s not!”
Gaster turned his head sharply to look at her. “She just told me I wasted her time, and pointed out that this is clearly written in two different fonts!”
Alphys gave him an exasperated look and tried to remember how to sign what she wanted to get across. “She thanked… you… for thinking … of her—“
“To be polite!”
“She… isn’t upset… with… you.”
“No, I’m sure she thinks me a fool. How in the underground did I miss that it’s two different fonts?! I’m a skeleton!”
“You… haven’t… slept… in days.”
Gaster scoffed silently. “I took a nap…”
“Yesterday.”
“Sorry for the wait.”
Both scientists looked up in time to see Asteri turn around with a cup in each of… her now three tails. No, it was still one tail, but she had split it into three prehensile ends.
“It won’t be cold, since I just made it, but I put ice cubes in there…”
Alphys was quick to latch onto literally anything other than comforting her boss. “Th-That’s fine, thank you!” She took a sip once it was set in front of her.
“Yes, thank you.”
Asteri returned to her seat and sipped her own tea, if only to escape the discomfort of continuing the conversation for a few more seconds. Dr. Gaster had to be disappointed he had wasted his time. And now she was about to make it worse.
“Um. There’s one other thing.”
Dr. Gaster’s eyelights flitted over to Alphys for a split second, surrounded by just the faintest glow of violet.
Asteri rubbed the back of her neck— it was attached to her head for the time being— and looked away. “I… feel like you’re going to be upset, even though Alphys said otherwise, and it would be completely understandable. But you deserve to know the truth.”
He looked to Alphys again, panicked. She quickly signed, “It’s okay!” Then, after a beat, “I think.”
He wasn’t reassured.
“The last month and a half… I have not been particularly busy. Not too busy to make a phone call, anyway.”
Silence. Stillness.
“I… ugh, where do I begin? When I meet with other scholars…”
“I’ll save you the trouble, Ms. Asteri.”
She looked up as soon as she saw hand movement. “I’m sorry?”
“I’ll save you the trouble of explaining.” Dr. Gaster’s smile was forced, maintained only so as not to make his host feel guiltier than she clearly already did. Somehow, the shadows under his eye sockets looked even darker. “You do not need to cushion it. I apologize for troubling you. You need not spend any more time on this. Thank you for being honest with me.” He stood, then, and gestured for Alphys to do the same. “You do not need to apologize for not wanting to call, I understand. Please forgive this old skeleton for overstepping the boundary you meant to set. Thank you for the tea. We will take our leave, now. You have a sharp mind; I wish you well on your future endeavors.” He turned. “Alphys?”
“W-Wait,” the lizard monster protested weakly. “I-I-I don’t think…”
Asteri, who had only grown increasingly mortified at the misunderstanding as he had gone on, finally snapped out of her frozen horror and rushed to clarify. “Wait, no! No, no, no, hold on! That’s- That’s not what I meant at all!”
Dr. Gaster turned back to her, unsure, but waited for her to continue.
“I’m absolutely interested in talking more with you!” she blurted, thinking it best to be clear now, then try to save face later. His eyes widened. “I didn’t call because when I talk to my colleagues, the- the unspoken understanding when we say that we’ll be in contact is that we won’t actually contact each other unless something important enough to share is discovered, and even that’s just with peers! Senior researchers?? Y-You don’t contact them unless it’s something BIG! When you said to call you, I didn’t think… you actually… meant… it.“
Her voice grew smaller and smaller as she trailed off. It sounded so stupid to actually say to him. He frowned. Her chest clenched. She couldn’t keep looking at his face, so she just looked at his hands.
“I said I wanted to hear more about your work.”
“I-I know.”
“I asked that you call me.”
“I know.”
“…Multiple times.”
She winced. “I… Yeah. I know.”
A pause. Then: “Ms. Asteri, please look at me.”
She looked up. He… wasn’t mad. If anything, he just looked confused, and a little sad. Her stomach settled slightly.
“I’m not angry with you,” he clarified, just in case. “I just… don’t understand how what I said could have been misunderstood…”
“That’s entirely my fault,” Asteri sighed. “I’m not used to people being genuine. Especially about their interest in my work. And with your… your position, I thought…”
“My position?” The man looked genuinely puzzled. She actually laughed a little.
“Well, yeah. I wasn’t about to just, call up the Royal Scientist to ask if he wants to chitchat! With me of all people!”
Dr. Gaster frowned, still confused. “Why not?”
Her mouth opened, then clicked shut. There wasn’t exactly a good answer to that, was there? “You’re like, super important,” she offered weakly, eyes flicking away again. “You run the CORE, and maintain the phone and internet networks, and… probably a bunch of other important things. Why would you make time to talk to me? I happened to catch you at a good time, before, but I don’t actually have anything helpful to offer. Everyone knows you keep to yourself, so—“
“That is because I have no social skills,” he interrupted.
She almost snorted at the doctor’s deadpan self-awareness. Alphys actually did snort.
“And is companionship, is pleasant conversation not something important to offer?”
Asteri smiled a little, for a second, but it slipped away with a regretful sigh. “I’m sorry, Dr. Gaster.”
He picked up the smile that had fallen from her face. The one he offered her was hopeful, reassuring— and it stuck this time. “I am not upset, Ms. Asteri.”
She looked back up. “No?”
“No.”
“I-I told you!” Alphys whispered to Asteri, who smiled.
Dr. Gaster hesitated, looking almost bashful, before signing again “Am I correct in understanding that you… did enjoy my company, then?”
She blew an almost-laugh through her nose, relieved the tension had mostly passed. “Yes, you’re correct.”
The next question was even more tentative. “And you didn’t call because the current culture in your branch of academia is… no contact unless necessary?”
Bluish green magic collected into a slight blush across her cheeks. “Y-Yes, but I would have called if- if I’d realized you were being sincere.”
“That is… a weight off my mind, I must admit.”
“I‘m sorry for the whole misunderstanding.”
“Really, it’s alright. I am just glad I did not overstep any boundaries.”
Alphys breathed a sigh of relief as Dr. Gaster returned to his seat. “Oh th-thank god. I-If this hadn’t gotten cleared up, it w-would’ve been so awkward all the way back to the lab.”
Asteri slumped back into her chair as the tension bled out of her and wrapped her wings around herself, grabbing her tea with her tail— now back to one single appendage. “I would have had to leave the world’s most anxious voicemail.”
“Heh.” That got a chuckle out of Dr. Gaster, apparently.
“S-So are you guys going to, um, h-hang out now?” Alphys asked, a bit too eager. She had her phone out, Asteri noticed with both amusement and concern, like she was waiting to text someone.
Asteri turned back to the man across from her. “Well, Doctor? Are we?”
Apparently skeletons blushed pink. “If you are not opposed to the idea… I would certainly enjoy hearing more about your work.”
She grinned. “I believe we just established that I’m not opposed.”
“Right, yes. Sorry. I have not slept… well. Lately.”
“You haven’t slept at all, sir,” Alphys chimed in without looking up from where she was rapidly typing on her phone. Dr. Gaster made a noise of mild offense and raised his hands to respond, but she cut him off. “The nap from yesterday doesn’t count.”
Asteri jerked forward. “You haven’t slept? In that long‽”
“Oh…” He smiled crookedly, eyes beginning to droop. “You use interrobangs. How delightful. I haven’t seen one of those in ages…”
Alphys looked up from her phone. The two women exchanged a look.
“Is this a common occurrence?”
“O-Oh, yeah. If he doesn’t, um, have coffee, he starts to crash after a while.”
“Is he even going to make it back to New Home?”
The hand wiggle from Alphys wasn’t particularly reassuring. “We, uh, might have to get him some coffee. B-But I’m sure he’d be fine!”
With a sigh, Asteri stood and addressed each of them individually. “Alphys, I’m going to need your help. Dr. Gaster… consider this the first step in our friendship.”
His eyes opened slightly. “Hmm…?”
“You’re sleeping on my couch.”
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Yeah so this was actually going to be longer but it was so long already. But the good news is that I’m working on part 5 already.
As you can see I’m a “sea tea is cold” truther. Also, hopefully I managed to get across some things about signing, which are that being able to move your hands that quickly can be hard if you’re out of practice (or didn’t practice much to begin with), even if you know the signs; and facial expression is super important. Asteri interpreting Gaster’s comments about her not calling him as flat and judgmental has a lot to do with the fact that she’s avoiding his face, only looking at his hands. Some things don’t translate directly back and forth in sign language, so some of Gaster’s speech patterns are the result of context and how he’s signing. I’m gonna do more research too.
#nothing better for fiction than poor communication skills#I seriously considered making them even worse but ultimately I couldn’t commit to writing that much drama#and ultimately who cares this is for my own enjoyment first and foremost#So my pacing is horrendous sue me.#so the tone shifts too abruptly#what are you gonna do about it?#anyway#interrobangs are just the beginning#Asteri backstory#⁂ fic#seeker oc#asteri#gaster#⁂ gaster#alphys#long post#seeker writes#⁂
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actually in the light of the last ask, have u ever found that recognizing something in a rationalistic way rather than letting ur spirit recognize it as an outside energy or spirit kind of, isolates it from the outside energy taking away its power, but at the same time takes away the power of any spiritual means of healing or affecting it? I feel like rationalized understanding like science and psychology is slowly isolating us from outside powers, taking away the influence of outside powers over us for good and for bad
hmm :3c i feel complicated about this.. Because i believe a huge tenant of psychic feeling is Logic, as intuition is logic in it's purest unfiltered form, and without the anchor of rationality how could we decipher messages of spirit? like there has to be something of material reference to channel the ethereal in a way that lends it'self to human understanding. Or you'll just be floating in a soup of ether all day long with no way to utilize it. and there's nothing wrong w that but it does not lend itself to aiding society unless it is brought down to earth.
so i don't find science to be inherently dubious althought i feel that in current society there is an over reliance on "data", and the need to fit everything into a box. over-categorization. people really believe in data. this don't sit right with me. especially when it comes to psychology. if you;re using math to build a road or like, a fucking airplane lol, then yes science is helpful, procedures ought to be followed precisely. but when it comes to the human mind & spirit, psychology & reliance on psychological "data" is not sound IMO.
and i take psychiatric medication too at times, which does help me cope with the conditions of living here on earth. however i know in my heart these conditions that cause me such dread go far beyond my own 'mental health' it is a spiritual sickness in society. if society were truly benevolent i would not need to do this. so i think you can acknowledge & recognize that the world is sick, while still being a psychiatric patient lol. does that make sense.. i dont know. sometimes i feel guilty that i take medication and struggle to feel Ok naturally but at the end of the day i feel everything that happens in my life has it's reasons. and i don't feel spiritually weak in any way.
however back in my youth i felt so weak when i was on ssris, those were the worst for me. also benzos make me instantly suicidal i've never been able to take a benzo with out mutilating myself physically. some substances i feel are more dangerous than others and it varies person to person. i know you said psychology in your message not necessarily psychiatry but i feel they are one in the same atm...like no one's Just getting diagnosed to put a name to their mental/spiritual state, people get diagnosed so they can find the /correct/remedy/.
this is just my opinions ofc..i feel there is a balance of understanding + putting a name to things + teaching / letting things Be + Flow + inner guidance. nothing is black & white, in material or in spirit. thats my thoughts ^-^ thanks for sending messages like this cus i have no one to talk about it with. <3 PMD9
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Day 8: Skullduggery
This one is so sappy! I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m this way.
10/8: Skullduggery
Universe // Characters: Den of Thieves // Benny “Borracho” Magalon x IT Reader
Benny sits on the fire escape outside your apartment and smokes a cigarette. He can see into the bedroom when the breeze moves the sheer curtain aside and he watches your sleeping form around the curling smoke in front of his face. Every once in a while he gets like this, where his mind is too loud, too many thoughts and not enough space to box them up and shove them on the shelves. It also doesn’t help that his phone is blowing up from the guys who are still partying at the hotel and trying to get him to come over to finish out the celebration.
Missing a good time, B!
Nick lost BIG in the poker game. Fuckin hysterical!
Girls are high class tonite, man. Got an extra too.
Lots of booze left since u not here bro.
Nina was asking for you.
This text was followed by a picture of a pouting redhead that he didn’t even recognize or remember from previous parties. He deletes the picture with a sigh and puts the phone face down next to him. There had been other times when he had to miss the post-drug test party due to family commitments and he remembers reading those texts and feeling like he was missing out on the fun. Now, he takes a deep pull on the cigarette and releases the smoke in a long, steady stream, he wants nothing to do the riotous party scene. He wants this, this silent contemplation in an actual home with someone who smiles when they see him. Is he getting soft? Losing his edge? Maybe. A few months ago that may have bothered him.
“Hey.”
He glances through the bedroom window and sees the rumbled sheets, the empty bed. You must have just gotten up. The night is chilly so you had thrown on a pair of sweatpants and draped one of the throw blankets around your shoulders. He moves over to make room for you in the small space. “Hey.”
You climb through the window and sit next to him, your hip against his. You open the blanket and he takes the invitation to slide even closer, pulling the fabric over his shoulders. “Wasn’t sure if you wanted company.”
He doesn’t want company. If he did, he would be at the hotel. He just wants you. But he doesn’t say anything to confirm or deny his wants at the moment. His phone lights up with yet another notification and since it’s trapped under the blanket, the entire enclosed space lights up and he huffs.
“Your friends up to the regular Friday night skullduggery?”
He almost chokes on his last pull on the cigarette. “Skull what?”
“Skullduggery. Mischief. Bad behavior.” You laugh, causing your shoulder to vibrate against his. “You mean to tell me a good ole Irishman like Big Nick O’Brien doesn’t use words like that?”
Benny shakes his head. “Nah. His favorite word is fuck.”
“Huh. I thought that was his favorite thing to do.”
“Say, do, same thing.” He drops the cigarette butt into an empty glass of water he had brought out with him. “So what do you know about the Friday night…skulldig-”
“Skullduggery.” Your good humor diminishes and you fiddle with the fringe on the blanket. “Just rumor really. What the people in the building say about you guys.”
“And what do they say?”
“Well, in IT, we often refer to Major Crimes as Neverland. You know, Peter Pan and his lost boys.”
That is actually a good analogy, accurate in a Disney-esque coloring. “You want to know what happens?”
You think about it for a moment. “Actually, no.”
Surprisingly, he is willing to tell you, to break that brotherhood trust bullshit that Nick talks about all the time. No one is going to snitch if the punishment can come down on them as well. That’s how Nick keeps them all in line. The alcohol, drugs, and girls are nothing more than dirt to bury the entire team when the time comes. And they all just keep shoveling away, week after fucking week, digging their own graves.
“Can I ask you something, though?”
His heart rate spikes. “Sure.”
“Why me? I mean, when we first…started this, I thought it was just some bet you guys had going on, who could bag the dorky IT girl. But then you seemed genuine about it and I just…I don’t know why you would choose me to be with?”
He has a mental book filled with reasons why it’s you, only you, that he wants to be with every waking moment. Reason upon reason, so many that they logjam in his throat and he can’t seem to spit just one out. So he switches tactics. “I could ask you the same question. Why are you slumming it with me?”
“Slumming, huh? Clearly you haven’t met some of your predecessors.”
You’ve never gone into details about your ex’s. He knows you have them, there are phrases and quirks that you have that tell him of a past even if you haven’t told him the details. You apologize for the most random shit, half of which he never noticed in the first place. There was one time that he opened a cabinet to get a mug and you flinched. That still bugs him. He slips his hand into yours and you squeeze it, pressing your palms together. It must give you some courage.
“It’s just, there’s ten years between us. I don’t know if I’ll ever get into the FBI but if I do, I don’t know where it’ll take me. I’m all intellect, I can’t walk and chew gum, I hate exercising, and I’d rather stay home and read than go out…partying. You have an established career, you’re in LA to stay. You’re action driven, fit, and like-”
“The skullduggery,” he finishes with a smirk and you huff a nervous laugh. “You are onto something with the whole lost boys thing. You can’t stay young, no matter how much you try to hold on to youth. You have to grow up sometime. So maybe I got tired of following Peter Pan towards the star on the right.” He turns and looks directly at you, your eyes wide and focused on everything he’s saying, like he’s handing out the secret to life. There is such raw, honest hope in your face that his chest twists slightly. “Maybe it’s time I tried following a different star.”
You lean your forehead against his and smile. “Sounds like a lost boy just got found.”
“And I’ll follow you for as long as you’ll let me.”
“Straight on till morning.”
Benny tilts his head and presses his lips to yours, praying for thousands more mornings with you.
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ACOTAR Fanfic Part One
Setting: Takes place after ACOWAR.
Rated R
Characters: (Y/N), Lyndra, Osmand, Rhysand, Feyre, Crush (unknown)
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“Can I have that one, please?” I ask the merchant.
I’m walking around the town of velaris as I do every Friday morning. Today feels like a good day:) Rhysand my high lord has announced the victory against Hybern. The night court has won the war against hybern and there’s a huge celebration tomorrow night. The merchant hands me my goods.
“Thank you.” I smile to him.
I’m definitely going to need to buy a dress for the party. I’m on my way to meet my best friend Lyndra. We decided to have a nice lunch today and chat before the celebration tomorrow. I walk towards our favorite spot in Velaris. A small brunch spot with a perfect view of the mountains , shops and people of velaris.
“Lyndra” I yell. I spot her talking to Osmand. My other best friend. I hadn’t realized he was joining us today. Lyndra is wearing a casual everyday dress that probably make her golden hair shine and big brown eyes glitter. She’s so gorgeous.
Lyndra and Osmand turn to look at me. Osmand is wearing brown slacks and a Paige shirt with sleeves. It makes his green long hair and his green eyes stand out. I rush towards them and they pull me into a bear hug.
“Omg guys I can’t breath.” I exaggeratedly gasp for air.
“What took you so long?” Lyndra screams at me, lightly pushing me.
I show her the necklace I bought from the merchant. I got it as a symbol of our victory. It’s a gold necklace with the mountains and stars that says “night court.”I’m forever grateful to live here in velaris. I will do whatever I can to repay my highlords to live in this city.
“Omg it’s beautiful I want one” she exclaims. Osmand gives an approving nod and grabs the necklace to get a better look at it.
“How excited are you guys for tomorrow?” Osmand asks as we make our way to the hostess of Cafe Velaris.
Internally screaming.
“What do u think?! We need to go shopping , let’s go to a boutique.” My eyes practically bulge out my sockets.
The hostess takes us down in a booth near the back of the shop.
“Definitely, I’m picturing a purple knee length dress with lace as the sleeves” lyndra answers as she sits down.
“I don’t know what I want yet.” I admit.
“You’d look great in anything (y/n).” Osmand tells me.
I smile at him. He’s so sweet. Too bad he’s taken. He took out our high lady’s sister Elaine on a date. Don’t ask me how he did it. Apparently he found her looking sad in a garden when he was bringing in some boxes from the market and offered his sympathy and words. Although it makes me a bit jealous, I already have my eyes on someone. I don’t think I’m jealous of her more just at the fact that he’s not around as much.
“ earth to (Y/N)!” Lyndra shakes my shoulders. She’s sitting on my left and Osmand is sitting infront of us.
“Sorry, what?” My attention is back.
“LOOK.” She mutters so only I can hear shoving me slightly. I scan the room very casually. My lips part and I know exactly what she’s referring to.
A couple booths away I see our high lady, high lord and his circle chatting away. I get all giddily inside when I see him. My heart beating louder and harder in my chest as I watch.
God, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
I have no idea of his name. He always hangs around with Rhysand and Feyre. I think he’s a body guard or something. He definitely works close with them. I’ve been crushing on him for months. I see him here and there around town but he isn’t around much. He doesn’t talk much and keeps to himself.
He’s taking a bite of his pancakes and than he looks up and he’s looking at me!! Our eyes meet and I try my hardest to look like I’m not fucking dying internally. His eyes are so beautiful. Hazel eyes, his sharp jaw, pouty lips and fluffy black hair. God I can get lost in him. I casually look down and bite my lip.
“You are guys are annoying as fuck.” Osmand says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn to my left to see Lyndra also staring into space. I laugh out loud.
“Just go talk to him (Y/N).” He continues, while looking at me.
“I can’t just go up there and talk to him! He works with our high lord.” I reply in a hush.
“Yes, you can talk to him. I talked to Elaine and that’s our high lady’s sister.” He replies casually.
I shake my head in awe. He’s crazy if he thinks I can just talk to him.
Lyndra joins the conversation and says “to be honest, you’ve been making googly eyes for him for months; just ask him out.”
“ARE YOU GUYS CRA—-“ I stop myself realizing how loud I’m being. Oh my god.
I take a deep breath and look between them.
“That’s all it will be, a tiny attraction because there is no way in hell I’m going up to him.” I reply and change the conversation.
“What are you doing here anyway Osmand? I thought you had to help with the celebration.” I ask.
“He got out of it because he’s taking Elaine out later.” She side eyes me with a smile.
“Awww, how cute. This is what your fourth date already, When are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” I raise my eyebrows at him.
The waiter brings our usuals. Like I said, we come here a lot. I grab the syrup and pour it on my waffle. I take a big bite of my waffle and sign in delight. I take a peak up to get a glimpse of my crush. He’s laughing at something a blonde says. He turns his head and we make eye contact again. This time he smirks at me and nods his head forward as in saying hi. I look away quickly and practically choke on my waffle. Oh my fucking god.
“Are you okay?” Lyndra slams her hands over and over again on my back. Can this moment get anymore embarrassing.
“Yes I’m fine.” Taking sip after sip of water. This is what I get for wanting to look at him.
Osmand rolls his eyes at me. “ No, I’m not ready to ask her yet.”
“Who’s the coward now?” Lyndra laughs. I join her.
“It’s not that, I just—I just—“ he tries to explain.
“ You’re just scared.” I cut him off. “It’s okay, so am I.”
I didn’t dare look up in that direction the entire time we ate. From the corner of my eyes I saw Rhysand and his friends leave.
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Thanks for reading. I’m just getting into the story but I promise more interesting things to come! We all here for some smut 🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🥵🥵
Part two coming out soon.
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hello my sweet friend,
how have you been!? do u remember me? i hope life has been treating u with abundant kindness and love; if it hasn't, i'd have to personally take it up w the universe, bc u deserve it all and then some.
it's still so excruciatingly hot here, but somewhere along the way, i realised how much i like the heat too. i have to move away from this place in a couple of weeks, forever at that, and im going to a place where it rains so often it floods. it's funny, bc all my life ive craved rain and cloudy days so much, but now that it's here i don't want it at all... human beings are such confusing beings.
thank you for letting me rant- i find myself thinking of this little ask box as my own personal safe space :,). i hope u get to eat a warm meal, feel full from the inside and get to dream of the nicest, sweetest things tonight. stay hydrated and loved, darling. thank you for existing.
yours,
rain anon <33
RAIN ANON. MY DEAREST, MOST FAVORITEST WEATHER PATTERN. Of course I remember you. I think about our little letters all the time. You're a real presence in my life, I hope you know that.
I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write back to you, I have been wanting to write sincerely to you and have been busied around these past couple of weeks. I really hope you're able to find and see this, that it doesn't get lost in the muck.
I'll be honest, the last couple of weeks have been full of bad luck but I feel like I'm just taking it as it comes? Like when I got stuck on the side of the highway for a couple hours, I just thought, oh. Well. I'll just pet the dog and sit here. It's okay. And it was okay. How is life treating you these days? I do hope it's with abundant kindness and gentle good surprises.
I wanted to ask: are you working towards anything in your life right now? Anything you're looking forward to?
Stark transitions like that, what you just described, I feel, can leave us yearning for that which we can't have. It's a cruel fate. I hope this big move is going to go exactly your way. That the weather is kind and gentle on you and that the mourning of that which you're leaving behind isn't too sharp.
Ugh, I hope you know how much affection I have for you, dear rain anon. <3 You are precious and very special.
With love,
Willow
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so sick of my life
sick of wanting more and getting less
sick of lying around in my room all day
sick of having to put my dreams in boxes and ship them away
sick of converting all these wishes into words and laughs
sick of staring at screens of people that have what i want
and just being expected to stare and enjoy the film
just enjoy it they say
enjoy the moment
take pictures
of what
i’m sick of being the observer
i don’t wanna just take pictures of other people
and then get a half assed picture when it’s my turn
if u asked me to draw a portrait of anyone in my life
even a dog walking by
i’d do it with ease and passion
but ask me to do a self portrait
and all ill draw you is incomplete parts
because that’s how i feel
i feel incomplete all the time
buy shit, spend shit, say shit
just for it all to mean nothing anyways
i mean what am i even here for anymore
i feel like i have no value
so i try to give myself some
i forgot how to pray at this point
when you teach someone something for so long
it doesn’t become learned
it becomes taught
that’s the difference
and i don’t like being taught
i like learning
but in this world there’s no space for learning
you teach some shit and get taught
all this art goes to waste at the end of the day
i’ll trade it for some fuck shit
like an office job
and some college that i had to beg for them to accept
deem myself as worthy of engineering or becoming a designer of some sort
live through someone else’s dreams
that seems like the easy way
i look at wasted potentials in bodies and i get sad for them
until i come to an epiphany that that just might be my body from the future
then i look down at the floor
and never up
i never look up
too much hope my heart can’t take
i get blinded by the suns rays
and when it’s cloudy i don’t even bother asking god for rain
i don’t bother asking him for anything else
because i have nothing to offer
i doubt his existence
as much as i doubt mine
and everything i say is sinful is bad
and everything i do is too little or much
and everything is measured here
and i’m sitting under a magnified glass
and i feel eyes at me all the times
but i still feel invisible
what the fuck?
drafts and drafts are all that will remain of me when you dig my skeleton
that’s all you’ll see
just parts
parts of a book i made; parts of words that i didn’t feel like finishing
sometimes i don’t feel like i have enough drive to continue
to go on with life like the rest of the people around me
like a bike with no wheels
sometimes i just wanna make a house out of a tree
hibernate
but that’s all i’ve been taught to do anyways
to sit down, to lower my tone when i speak
then i shrink to an ant and feel even less worth than a rat
and i keep falling into the sewers
unlock the dusty parts of my brain
i try so hard
to give myself meaning
i think everyone does
what's a plant if it wasn't for a bee
what's a tree if it wasn't for the fruit it grows
oh well
for now i’ll just eat my plate and hold back the urge to vomit
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Hai I’ve been staring at your profile for a good half an hour reading all ur to1 ask and may I jus say ur writing most def chef kiss can I get a chihoon soft dom bc I literally miss his whole life
A/N: sorry i'm getting to this so late i have been Out Of It for the past few days KJHGHJKKJH but also thank you i will sob KJHJKKJHJKL being honest i'm still not 100% fully here and present so i may not be able to come up with much ??? pls forgive me
TO1'S Chihoon as A Soft Dom
under 18 do not look
he's likely to just go with whatever you want so if you want him to be soft with you, he can definitely do that !! he has no real preference himself so he can easily adapt to whatever you want uwu
probably the type to put on music or have like a playlist of songs to play in the bg--- mostly ones he's made ofc !! idk i can just see that vibe from him
kinda quiet, but WILL praise u-- kinda like he doesn't mean to, like he's talking to himself, but it's all stuff about how you're so pretty or how good you make him feel, all that kind of stuff uwu
gentle, VERY gentle with u, i think he kinda gets scared he's gonna hurt u even tho he won't KJHHJKJHJJH he just gets a little nervous is all but dw he gets over it uwu
aftercare is a must ofc he'd warm up a bath for u and wash up with u !! he's not the most affectionate man ever but here u'd be hard pressed to get him off u, he just loves u so much and wants to be close to u :c
#to1 smut#to1 imagines#to1 scenarios#chihoon smut#chihoon imagines#chihoon scenarios#omg i did it nice#here u go i feel bad when asks sit in the box for too long KJHJKJH
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