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binunus · 3 years

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injury | cha eunwoo

a/n ~im a simp for eunwoo, you’re a simp for eunwoo, let’s be simps for eunwoo~

LMFAO anyway this is the first week w/o true beauty and yes as much as suho’s character was a bit toxic, he was end game and that’s it !! also eunwoo bb worked so hard :’) no one can deny eunwoo’s superb acting skills alright !! and if they do they boutta catch these hands. so here’s a cute little something of basketball player!eunwoo bc im in love with him

pls watch handsome tigers or this tik tok if you wanna indulge in basketball player!eunwoo bc everyone should at least once in their life

→ pairing: basketball player!eunwoo x athletic trainer!reader

→ genre: fluff, lil angst

→ word count: 5.1k ________________________________________________

Your POV

One thing you didn’t expect when you applied to be a student athletic trainer for the university basketball team was to end up dating one of their star players, but here you were: holding hands with Cha Eunwoo–the starting shooting guard–as you two walked into the basketball court.

He gave you a smile and a kiss to the cheek before going off to join his teammates in stretching. You let out a content sigh, watching as he happily greeted the other basketball players, and then went over to the other student trainers.

Usually, you wouldn’t have much to do since the boys were just practicing, but there was someone new joining today, so you and the other trainers had to give her a little rundown on what she signed up for.

“-mostly we just tape up and ice the guys if they have an injury or a muscle strain, but yeah that should be about it. Simple, right?”

The new girl nodded, eyes trained on the court as the team just started their warmups. “Who’s that? Number 97 is hot–”

“And dating y/n.” One of the male trainers, and yours and Eunwoo’s close friend, Rocky said, narrowing his eyes at the new girl as he rested his elbow on your shoulder. “So don’t even think of any ideas to–”

“Rocky,” You scolded hitting his stomach, “Don’t be rude.”

The girl gave you a once over, an uncomfortable smile on your face, as her eyes met yours. “Ah...well, you must have an amazing personality, y/n!”

You were taken aback, did she just call you ugly? You forced a laugh, trying your best not to quip back at her. Rocky, though, had no restraints, “Clearly a better one than yours.”

Before the new girl could respond, the head trainer called her over, a huge sigh of relief coming from you. Rocky clicked his tongue as he stared at her back, “She’s not going to last long with us. I don’t get why you’re so timid when others are clearly insulting you, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes at him. When it came to your friends, it was definitely Rocky and Myungjun who were not afraid to be bold about what they were thinking. “Eunwoo and I have been dating for more than a year now, you don’t think I’m used to people always saying that my boyfriend is out of my league? I just try to ignore it now Rocky c’mon, I know how Eunwoo feels about me and that’s enough.”

“Damn hyung’s handsome face.” The younger male shook his head. You chuckled, the two of you taking a seat on the bench and conversing as the basketball practice went on. During water breaks, Eunwoo would come over to where you and Rocky were sitting, chatting it up with you two in brief increments before resuming practice. He would always pucker his lips up for a peck before leaving, which you would definitely grant and Rocky would pretend to be disgusted.

By the end of their practice, you managed to successfully avoid the new girl, waiting outside the locker room like you always do after bidding Rocky goodbye. Eunwoo smiled once he saw you, immediately draping his arm around your shoulders as he kissed your temple in greeting. “Baby, I’m hungry.”

“Mmm, you want to eat out or order in?” You asked looking up at him.

“Order in, I’m tired.” He said, the two of you already making your way to his car.

As soon as you two arrived back at Eunwoo’s apartment, he immediately plopped down on the couch. You chuckled, lightly smacking his butt, “Baby, go take a shower first, you’re sweaty.”

“Wanna take one with me?” He asked blinking his big beautiful eyes at you. You grinned, the offer was tempting, but you already took a shower earlier today and you wanted to order this food as soon as possible. Eunwoo pouted as you shook your head in rejection, getting up to go the bathroom looking like a kicked puppy.

You turned on the television to whatever variety show was on at the moment, barely paying attention as you were looking through the food delivery app on your phone. You turned your head as Bin walked out of his bedroom, no doubt having just woken up from a nap.

“Oh? You guys are back.” He said sleepily, waving to you.

“Binnie, we’re ordering for dinner, do you want something?” You asked offering him your phone, a laugh leaving you at the boost of energy he received from the word ‘dinner’

“You know a way to man’s heart, y/n.” Bin said jokingly as he started looking through the menu. “By the way, Rocky texted me about that new trainer–rude ass bitch.”

“God you guys spread gossip faster than girls.” You said amused, “I told him earlier, I’m used to people saying stuff like that. It’s whatever.”

“I guess, but you know how sad Eunwoo will be if he finds out this is still going on?” Bin said handing you your phone back. “We’ve been telling you this since the beginning, don’t let other people’s opinions get to you. You’re attractive, y/n! And to Eunwoo, you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

You smiled, touched by his words of comfort, “Thanks Binnie, ah where would me and Eunwoo be without all of your guys’ support?”

“Nowhere because he wouldn’t have had the balls to confess to you if it wasn’t for us.” He scoffed heading to the bathroom.

“Change your mind, baby?”

“You better stay in the shower! I don’t wanna see your dick while I’m peeing.”

You laughed at their interaction, your attention shifting to the television as you patiently waited for your food and company. Within 30 minutes, the three of you were happily stuffing yourselves full with the takeout, talking up a storm while watching tv. You leaned back against the couch when you felt your stomach capacity maxed out, hands perched on your belly as you groaned, “I can’t eat anymore.”

They looked at you in amusement, Bin laughing while Eunwoo rested his hand on your knee, a fond smile on his face as he told you he’ll finish up your leftovers. The two boys then got engrossed in their own conversation of sorts, you listening quietly to the side as the food coma started to kick in. Somewhere in the midst of their conversation, you settled behind Eunwoo, legs draped next to his body as you snaked your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. He hummed, still chewing on his food as he took one of your hands and squeezed it.

You started to zone out, their dialogue beginning to sound like a bunch of nonsensical noise. Bin looked over to where you were laying, “I think y/n’s about to knock out.”

Your boyfriend turned his body to get a glimpse of you, grinning as you whined from the shift in movement. He changed your positions so that you were leaning next to his side, his arm around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Food coma?”

You nodded, snuggling into his side to get comfortable. Bin watched the two of you with a smile, scooping up the last of his food before clapping his hands, “Well! you guys being all cuddly is making me miss my bub...so see you lovebirds tomorrow!”

You snort, eyes still closed as you respond to him, “Aren’t they hanging out with Eunbi right now? I saw it earlier on their Instagram story.”

He shrugs, gathering up the trash, “I’m going to crash their hangout because I want to cuddle too. Have fun you two, good night sweet dreams, use protection...or not, be a little spicy!”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes as he picks up a throw pillow and chucks it at his roommate, “Alright bye Binnie.”

It takes all but five minutes before Bin leaves the apartment. The moment you two were alone, Eunwoo immediately tightened his hold, practically pulling you onto his lap as he laid you both down on the couch, spooning you from behind. You let out a smile, hands on top of his as he kissed your shoulder, “You ran a lot today baby, are your legs okay?”

He cutely nods his head, his chin lightly digging into your skin, “My calves are a bit tight, but I’ll probably just roll them out at the gym tomorrow.”

You hummed, rubbing his arm, “Do you want me to massage your legs?”

“It’s okay baby, we’re both tired. I’ll just do it tomorrow.” He said, not wanting to move from the couch any time soon. You chuckled, turning around so that you faced him, your eyes finally blinking open, “If you wait until tomorrow, your calves are gonna be stiff and sore, you might get a muscle cramp. C’mon baby.”

He kissed your nose in response, “You were literally about to knock out from a food coma five minutes ago.”

“The feeling comes and goes,” You grinned, moving to stand up from the couch. Eunwoo pouted at your absence, but followed your movement anyway, taking your hand as you led him to his bedroom. He obediently laid face down on his bed, waiting as you searched his room for the roller stick. “Can we cuddle after?”

“Yes,” You laughed, giving him a kiss before you sat down next to his legs. “Baby, this is your perk for dating an athletic trainer. I need to make sure you’re in tip top shape.”

“But rolling calves always hurt.” Eunwoo whined, already wincing as you started to apply pressure under the back of his knee. You tried to be gentle at first before really going in with stretching his calf muscles, “that’s because your calves are the tensest muscles in the body, they’re put under a lot of strain and pressure from walking and running so it hurts when you try to relax them.”

“I love when you talk medical to me,” He sighs dreamily. You roll your eyes, pressing down hard on the meat of his calves. You felt bad when Eunwoo started letting out complaints of pain, trying to talk him through it and distract him from the pressure on his legs. “Ow ow baby! It hurts!”

“I know I know, almost done baby, I promise.” You said gently, rolling the stick thoroughly over both calves a couple more times, trying to get rid of all the deep knots that accumulated in his muscles. After deciding that he’s suffered through enough with the stick, you put it to the side and began kneading the heels of your palms through his skin, stimulating his muscles gently after the harsh rolling session. Your hands slowly moved north until they landed on his shoulders, briefly massaging the knots out in his neck as well. You ended up laying next to him, cooing cutely as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “all done.”

Your boyfriend smiled, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your forehead, “thank you baby.”

“You better not ask any of the other trainers to do this for you,” You pouted, a little bubble of jealousy coming up from the earlier situation at the gym. “Except Rocky, maybe.”

Eunwoo scoffed, running his hands through your hair as he met your eyes, “I would much rather have you give me a massage than Rocky. And hey, you better not offer this treatment to the other guys too or I’ll get jealous. You’re my trainer.”

“Deal.” You grinned hugging him tightly, all feelings of jealousy quenched.

Game days always had a specific schedule to be followed. In the morning, you two were free to do whatever you pleased, but it always ended up with the two of you procrastinating in bed until 11 am. Eunwoo always ate a high-protein high-calorie meal whenever he had games and today’s lunch was no different. After eating, the two of you began to get ready, which included showering and getting dressed.

Today you wore a simple set of jeans a black crop top, finishing your look with the university sports quarter zip, which you were required to wear for every game. After tying your hair up, you turned to your boyfriend who was just starting to dress himself. You took a seat on his bed, marveling at how attractive he looked as he slipped on his jersey and shorts. “I’ll never get over seeing you in your uniform, baby.”

He grinned, placing his arms on either side of your body as he hovered over you, leaning down for a kiss. You expected it to be short and sweet, but Eunwoo had different ideas, lips still working against yours as your back gave in, laying down on the bed. You whined as one of his hands took place on your waist, rubbing at the exposed skin, “Mm, baby, we have to leave soon.”

“I know,” he said moving his lips down your jaw, “I just wanted to kiss you.”

“You can kiss me all you want after your game.” You lightly chuckled, wrapping your arms around his torso in a hug. He nodded, face buried in your neck as he dug his hands under your body, hugging you tightly. You hummed, caressing his hair soothingly, “Are you nervous?”

“A little, I’m always nervous before a game, baby.” Eunwoo said pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “You’ll cheer me on, right?”

“Always,” You said patting his back, “C’mon, we should start heading out soon.”

He nodded, reluctantly getting off of you and pulling your body up with him. You offered your boyfriend a cheerful smile, reaching up to fix the bangs out of his eyes before cupping his cheeks, shaking his face in between your hands, “You’re going to do amazing today baby, as always.”

Eunwoo smiled at your action, pecking your lips again before the two of you did a last-minute search around his room for your belongings. After getting all that you needed, the two of you bid Bin goodbye, telling the swimmer that you’ll see him at the court later. You took your place in the driver’s seat, wanting Eunwoo to just relax for the short drive to the gymnasium. You dropped him off at the entrance first before going to find parking, having Eunwoo arrive early was more important than your arrival anyway.

As soon as you walked into the court, the players were already doing their stretches, your boyfriend in the midst of them all. You glanced at him briefly before greeting the other trainers, the group of you having a quick pre-game discussion of roles before being dismissed to do your own things.

You actively try to avoid the new girl as the time draws closer to the start of the game, not wanting your energy to get dampered. By now, the other team has already arrived and the stands were slowly starting to fill up. You were seated calmly behind the bench, trying to pass the time on your phone, before your boyfriend took the space next to you, hand automatically going on top of your knee. “You ready?”

“As much as I can be,” He grinned rubbing your kneecap, “Wanna come with me to fill up my water bottle?”

You nod, you weren’t doing anything anyway. The male immediately drapes his arm over your shoulders as the two of you walk to the water station, the two of you already getting excited about your dinner plans after the game. The rest of your friends would be joining you, no doubt, as you already spotted them near the front of the student seating.

You were in such a good mood, anticipating the start of what was going to be a good game. Your university was going against their rivals, so expectations for both teams were high. You and Eunwoo were leisurely walking back to the court, he still had a couple more minutes before he needed to join his team.

“Hey, you’re Eunwoo, right? I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Hana, the new student trainer. You’re really good at playing!” The girl said walking up to the two of you. You immediately felt your body stiffen at her appearance, trying not to let it show to your boyfriend. He gives the new girl a polite smile, “Ah thank you.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be more than happy to help you.” She said batting her eyelashes sweetly at him. You pursed your lips tightly, jealousy easily building up inside of you. Eunwoo only laughed awkwardly, “I appreciate it, but y/n’s got everything handled when it comes to me, right baby?”

You nod, trying your hardest not to punch Hana in the face at her blatant attempt to flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you. Eunwoo noticed your discomfort immediately, removing his hand from where it was interlocked with yours before slipping it around your waist, squeezing the skin gently. “Well, it was nice meeting you Hana, but I should go back to the team...I’ll look at you when I need good luck, baby, hm?”

You manage to crack a smile, a little laugh leaving you when he puckered his lips out for a kiss. You step on your tiptoes, granting his wish quickly, before pushing him out towards the court. You turn towards Hana and give her a forced smile before searching for Rocky.

You weren’t surprised to find him in the bleachers, sitting and chatting amongst your group of friends. You go and join them with a light feeling in your chest, greeting the other four of them with hugs.

“How are you doing y/n? You excited?” Jinjin asked as you take a seat next to him.

“Yeah! I mean the guys have a really good chance of winning this one, it’s gonna be a good game.” You smiled clasping your hands together. Rocky only scoffed as he pointed at you, “Bitch, I saw Hana approaching you and Eunwoo hyung, spill.”

You throw the younger male a joking glare, “Nothing gets past you, huh?”

Bin immediately cringed at her name, hand palming his forehead, “Oh God, what did she do?”

You shrugged passively, “She just introduced herself to him and said that if he needed anything, she’ll gladly help him or whatever.”

The boys groaned in response, Sanha reaching over Jinjin to tap your leg, “And? What did hyung say?”

“He let her down gently and said that he goes to me if he needs anything–”

“As he should!” Myungjun said indignantly, crossing his arms in annoyance. Jinjin only nodded, “Good boy.”

“If she even tries to homewreck y/n, just say the word and I’ll scream at her!” Myungjun said in all seriousness. You laugh at his claim, “thanks guys, but I think Eunwoo made it pretty obvious to her so it’s fine.”

The youngest sighed giving you a pout, “You’re too nice, y/n.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Rocky said agreeing with Sanha, “If I was you and someone was flirting with my partner, I’d clock them right in the face.”

“Hey, I wanted to–”

“You should have,” Bin sighed, “What a shame, maybe next time.”

“I usually don’t advocate for violence, but I’d turn a blind eye for this, y/n.” Jinjin agreed. You rolled your eyes at them, “You know, as much as I love to sit here and get lectured, Rocky and I have to go down to the trainer section.”

“We’ll see you guys later!” Rocky said as the two of you stand to go to the bench, taking your seats with the other trainers–and as far away from Hana as you could.

The game was already intense from the tip-off, both sides in a tight match to get a starting lead. The cheers from the stands were just as heightened, giving energy to both sides during baskets or free throws. Their plays started to get rougher from the beginning of the second half, more and more fouls getting called on both teams.

You and the trainers were busy as well, assessing each player during substitutions and icing whenever they came back to the bench. By the third quarter, your team established a good six-point lead, the energy of your section high from Eunwoo’s back-to-back 3 pointers.

You could distinctly hear Myungjun’s scream as he shouted Eunwoo’s name, a laugh coming from the bench at his volume. You hid your face in Rocky’s back, second hand embarrassment coming from the two of you at your friends’ loud cheering tactics.

You even spotted Eunwoo letting out a smile as both sides prepared for a free throw, your boyfriend giving a thumbs up to the guys in acknowledgement. His gaze then shifted onto you, your cheeks flushing as he shot you a heart-fluttering wink, a smile gluing itself onto your face.

You watched with pride as his concentration zeroed back in on the game, his team playing impeccable defense as they raced to your side of the court. After a couple back and forth relays, your team was on offense, trying to calm down the tensions as they strategized their next play.

It all happened so fast. The opponents stole the ball from your point guard, commencing a fast break. Eunwoo sped across court, the defense of your team depending on him and another player.

“Eunwoo–screen!”

He followed the instructions of his teammate well, placing his body in front of the opponent as he tried to defend your team’s basket. Unfortunately, the momentum of the other player was too much, both players roughly colliding and falling on the court.

You gasped in horror, immediately standing up from your seat as the referee blew the whistle to stop the play. Your teeth dug into your lower lip in worry as Eunwoo remained on the floor, clutching his waist in pain as some players and the referees surrounded him. The head trainer jogged onto the court, kneeling in front of Eunwoo to ask if he was okay.

The gymnasium was quiet, looking on to the scene that was unfolding in the center of the floor. Slowly, the trainer helped Eunwoo stand up, your boyfriend leaning his weight on the male as he limped off to the side, the coach substituting in the other shooting guard in place of Eunwoo. Both sides started clapping in respect, as they always do when someone gets injured during a play.

The head trainer looked to the group of you, “someone help me with Eunwoo.”

Before you could even respond, Hana beat you to the chase raising her hand, “I can help.”

“y/n,” Eunwoo said, eyes only on you. The head trainer looks between you and Hana, sighing, “Decide amongst yourselves, and fast.”

“It’ll give me more experience-”

“No, I want y/n.” Eunwoo said seriously, not even giving her a chance. The head trainer ushers you over, your feet finally taking a step with the help of Rocky pushing you forward. You accidentally shove Hana out of your way as you approach Eunwoo and the trainer, taking some of your boyfriend’s weight as the three of you walk to the locker room.

Once in the locker room, the head trainer immediately started assessing Eunwoo’s waist, trying to determine whether he needed to be sent to the hospital for a scan. Quickly and quietly, you follow the trainer’s lead, offering your assistance when he needed it. All the while, you hold Eunwoo’s hand as your boyfriend was trying not to think of the pain in his lower back.

“Do you think you can walk, Eunwoo?”

“I don’t know, there’s a sharp pain in my waist if I try to turn my body.” Eunwoo said attempting to rotate his upper half.

“No no no, don’t move. Let’s get you to the hospital to make sure there isn’t anything broken.” He sighed taking out his phone to call the medical team, “y/n, I’m sure you’ll be accompanying your boyfriend. Text me Eunwoo’s updates, okay?”

You nodded, briefly leaving Eunwoo’s side to gather both his and your things. Within the next five minutes, a group of EMTs entered the locker room, lifting Eunwoo onto a stretcher and rolling him to an ambulance, you following closely behind.

You didn’t say much on the way too the hospital, your mind too preoccupied with worry and thinking about the worst-possible scenario for your boyfriend. Even when you arrived at the hospital, Eunwoo was immediately whisked away to get some scans and X-rays done, you being escorted to the waiting room in the meantime. It seemed like forever until a nurse approached you, leading you to the room where Eunwoo was being held.

You let out a sigh upon seeing him, almost being moved to tears as he offered you a smile, “You’re smiling? Cha Eunwoo, I oughta–”

“Baby, I’m okay.” He chuckled lightly, hand outstretched to meet yours. You frowned, putting both of your bags down to the side as you took a seat by his bedside, “Are you okay? What did the doctor say? I need to update the trainer and your coach too.”

“Nothing’s broken,” He said first, attempting to ease some of your anxiety. “The doctor said I had a nasty fall that bruised my coccyx so there’s a lot of inflammation to the area. They gave me some pain medication so I don’t really feel anything right now, but I should be discharged tomorrow. And then he gave me a referral to a chiropractor who I’ll see in about two days. But baby, I’m okay, promise.”

“You can’t play though,” You said softly, hands fiddling with his fingers, “I feel like I’m more upset than you.”

“I played hard today so I don’t regret anything.” He said simply, “it sucks that I couldn’t finish the game, but injuries are a part of being an athlete, you know that baby. Besides, from what the doctor said, I shouldn’t be out for too long, maybe just a game or two. I told him I’m in especially good hands because you’re gonna take care of me.”

You said nothing, still not fully believing that he’s taking this situation so well. “Baby...give me a smile, hm? I’ll feel much better if I see you smiling.”

Mustering up the brightest smile that you could, you finally looked up at his face. His features only softened, knowing that you were trying your best to stay strong for him, “Are you still worried?”

“Baby, you’re in the hospital.” You said as if stating the obvious, “How could I not be worried?”

“You’re so cute being all worried about me,” He teased squeezing your hand. You scoffed, finally easing up a little at his flirting. “You laughed! I heard you laugh just now!”

“You’re annoying,” You said as you took out your phone to give the head trainer updates on Eunwoo’s condition. After you pressed send, you immediately received a call from Sanha, “Hello?”

“Is Eunwoo hyung okay?!” “Is he dying?!” “Eunwoo no he’s too young to die!”

You flinched at their loud volume, turning your phone on speaker so that you and Eunwoo could both respond to their chatter. “Guys, he’s not dying.”

“I’m okay,” He laughed taking your phone. “Hold on, did we win?”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s what you wanna know?!” Myungjun scolded into the phone. You chuckled, the guys talking over each other again as they announced they were on the way to the hospital. “They never said if we won or not.”

“I guess you’ll find out when they arrive.” You said, patting his cheek as you stood, removing your sweater. “Do you want some water, baby? I could go get some.”

He shook his head, puckering up his lips for something else. “Please? I’m injured.”

“You’re going to use this to your advantage, aren’t you?” You asked leaning down to grant him a quick kiss. “Maybe.”

After handing Eunwoo his phone, you went to the bathroom for a little bit before coming back and taking a seat on the hospital bed that he so highly encouraged. “If we get scolded by the nurse, I’m blaming it on you.”

“It’s not like you’re laying in bed with me, baby. We’ll be fine.” He said putting his hand on your thigh. He rubbed your cloth of your jeans gently, thinking to himself as you responded to messages on your phone. “Baby, you know I love you, right?”

You made a sound of confusion, looking up from your phone and meeting his eyes, “Hm? Of course I do. I love you too. Why, all of a sudden?”

“Just, when Hana was talking to us earlier and when she volunteered to try and help, I could see that you were uncomfortable.” Eunwoo said gently, “It annoyed me too, to be honest. Like what else did I need to do to show that I’m dating you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You said stroking his hair, “I’m used to people thinking that they can steal you away just because they’re prettier than me or more handsome than me or whatever. It doesn’t bother me that much anymore, baby––and it shouldn’t bother you too.”

“That’s so fucked up, y/n, how can that not bother me?” He frowned. “You are the most attractive person in my eyes, baby. If anyone pulls this shit again, I swear I won’t let it slide.”

“I know,” You said quietly, kissing his cheek. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Eunwoo said, “I don’t want you to ever forget that y/n, you’re mine and no one can do anything to change that.”

“Mmm, I’m lucky that you and the guys always defend me, aren’t I?” You lightly smiled, “God, you have no idea how many times Rocky cursed Hana out in the past week.”

“As he should,” Eunwoo nodded kissing the back of your hand, “see, this is why they’re my friends.”

“Speaking of our friends.” You said looking at the door, “I can hear them coming.”

Your boyfriend chuckled, both of your attentions at the door, which shortly was opened by five boisterous guys. The sound in the hospital room suddenly increasing tenfold at their appearance, all five of them crowding and fussing around the bed. You giggled, sharing a look with Eunwoo as the guys started talking all at once. He grinned, listening until the end of their rambles. Although he was injured, Eunwoo noticed that he couldn’t be feeling any happier. He had no doubt that he would have a speedy recovery, especially if you and his best friends were right by his side. _______________________________________

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darkworkcourier · 6 years

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im 👀 at anything that combines johns neurosis over being good/bad and another character (dep? idk anyone else) with the endless well of patience and love required to break him of it, and i feel like you’d do him justice

oooooOOOOOOH i got u bb. i will try my best to nail it.

and since you sent this to my NSFW blog, i’m assuming you want this to be NSFW? if not, too late.

(also, i’m almost sorry for how long this got. almost.)

- - -

The Deputy is a thing to be cleansed. John knows this, the same way his family must know. Sin rests on their shoulders like a pet, content to just sit and be coddled, and the Deputy allows this to happen. They are not pure; they are tainted, and at this point, it doesn’t matter if John drowns them in the baptismal waters, if he claws word after word into their flesh, only to rip it from them, down to muscle and bone, down to the very atoms that construct them.

He’s pondered this for weeks now, and after their escape from the bunker (and oh, how Deputy Hudson will be punished for that!), John keeps himself awake, his heart palpitating, his mind searching for how the situation could have gone so wrong. His is a righteous path. It is a path set by Joseph, who has been nothing but right since he found John. Joseph has laid out the divine future before his family, and aside from a few minor mishaps, it’s all gone to plan. So how, how could the Deputy have twisted everything so monumentally? How could they throw a wrench into perfect machinery?

Hell followed, Joseph had intoned. Hell is apt, because that is what the Deputy leaves behind.

If the Deputy is not stopped, is not cleansed, then the duty will fall to Jacob or Faith. Joseph will know that John failed. It’s Pride, John imagines his brother whispering to him, a knife like a precious relic in his hand. Pride goeth before the fall. And John, my dear brother, you have fallen quite a distance.

John imagines the burn on his skin, the electric circuitry of P-R-I-D-E; each letter forming a hot current of the agony of purification. He knows the sensation intimately, has held it close to his heart like a prayer.

And God and Joseph as his witnesses, he will make the Deputy know that pain.

- - -

His chance comes one black night, when the moon turns its face away from earth and leaves only a cold shadow. Holland Valley is swallowed by this darkness, but John feels as though the brightest ray of sunlight is falling upon him. Providence, at last.

The Deputy is his after a lengthy altercation. There was a great deal of shooting on a ridge overlooking some out of the way rest area. Sparks of gunpowder lit the air like fireflies, and the smell of burning saltpeter turned the air acrid. But John had breathed it in like holy incense, relishing in its sting. There had been a shout about a hundred yards up the ridge, and then one of his men had brought down the unconscious body of the Deputy. They were limp and lifeless over the man’s shoulder. When they were dropped down at John’s feet, it was an offering that any saint would have rejoiced over.

Now he watches them with interest, this God-given gift. Here, in a boathouse, under sickly yellow light, they look the type of the martyr. Beaten, bruised, bloody. It’s all so beautiful. He wishes he could capture the image forever, but an icon is not meant to be worshiped. His fingers feel as if they are tipped in static for his need to touch, to mar them, to carve a saint out of the bones of a sinner the way he knows he can.

When they wake, he wishes he could swallow the very breath they gasp out.

He’s gotten wiser this time. Joseph would be proud (and God, does he hope he would), with how securely they’re bound to the chair. They’re bound in straps and cables, held in place by knots of an expert hand. Even if they were to try what they did in the bunker and escape while still in the chair, the only way they could fall is into the water, and then the cleansing waters will steal their life away. John wants to laugh at the poetic beauty of it all. The only thing he hasn’t bound is their mouth, because he wants to hear the sounds of their Atonement as he carves it into them, as he pulls their Confession from their very ribs, scream by scream.

They peer up at him with bruised eyes, wide and frightened and wondering.

“Oh, Deputy,” John says slowly, walking around their chair in order to see them at every angle. He smiles, watching their fingers twitch, the muscles in their arms jump. “You won’t get very far this time. I won’t even offer an apology for that, as our last meeting was so rudely interrupted by your selfishness.”

It had been selfish. To leave behind his gifts, their own chance at being cleansed!

Although, to be fair, they had so readily volunteered. They had said Yes, even when the words trembled on their lips, and their eyes had locked on Hudson as if she were the only reason for the cause. No matter. Yes was the operative word.

He reaches out, brushing some of the hair away from the Deputy’s face. They stay still, eyes following his hand, only to flit back to his face. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises. “I won’t forget that you said Yes. You do remember that, don’t you?”

They stay silent, but their eyes tell them all he needs to know.

Yes.

His smile grows. His hands brush over their hair the way a parent might comfort a child. Might, because John has only ever known hands that meant to harm. He will show the Deputy something different. He will show them the hands of one under the power of the Father who will not harm his Child, no matter how far they’ve fallen from the potential of grace.

“You still have a chance,” John murmurs to them. He leans in so he can smell them. They smell like gunpowder, sweat, and blood. He can smell Wrath, the burning scent of war and death, and it just confirms what he’s known all along. “You can atone here, in this place, and finally find the peace you’re searching for. That thing you hunt, that you pretend that you’ll find in the carcasses of those you’ve killed?” He laughs, reaching up and running a thumb along their cheekbone, smearing a rust-red streak of blood. “You call it peace, but you won’t find it out there.”

He stands up, lifting his thumb to his mouth to lick the blood away. It may be the Deputy’s, or it may be one of his own Followers. It doesn’t matter, especially in comparison to the wide-eyed stare the Deputy gives him, like they’re trying to decide if he’s the manifestation of a dream or not.

He turns away, walking toward a rusting yellow toolbox, full of fishing tackle and random bits of hardware. But the object of his pursuit is a red-handled fishing knife, the blade like a gentle swoop of metal, meant to slice away scales and open the bellies of cold, dead-eyed creatures. He takes it with a flourish, switching it from his right hand to his left and back again. When he turns around to face the Deputy, their eyes fall to the knife.

“I’ll give you a moment to consider your Confession,” John says. He gives them a smile like he might have given when he was a lawyer. It’s an almost sickening expression, all charisma and calmness. I’m here to assuage your fears and anxieties, it says. I’m here to tell you that you will succeed, no matter the obstacles.

But the Deputy just keeps staring, rather like they’re judging him.

“I don’t have to,” they say at last.

John almost falters. Almost.

“Come again?”

He sees a shift in their shoulders; a shrug bound in bungee cord and duct tape. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought a confession was something I had to choose to do,” the Deputy says, as casual as they can. It’s as if they’re discussing the point over dinner. “I know that by your estimation, I’ve sinned. But any church can tell me I’ve sinned and it won’t matter unless I come to them willingly with a confession prepared.”

John grips the handle of the knife tighter, but his smile stays fixed. “And haven’t you? You were on that ridge, after all. You’ve repeatedly come into my territory with your sins bared.”

Another shrug. “You could say that, but it wouldn’t be true,” they parry. John hates how calm they sound. His fingers itch to slice silence into their throat. If they sense danger radiating from him, they resolutely refuse to acknowledge it. “Confession wasn’t my intent. I mean, if Holland Valley is your… I don’t know, divine dominion, or whatever you’d call it? Hell, you can sin in a church if you want to. I could commit adultery, worship false idols, disobey my family, and it wouldn’t matter unless I came to you explicitly and said that I wanted to confess. Right?”

He doesn’t confirm their question. He doesn’t, because it’s wrong. They are a sinner and they’ve fallen into his hands, and it’s his ordained job to rid them of the cancerous thing inside of them, by whatever means necessary.

John grits his teeth, and his smile turns into something more predatory. He gets up close to them, the blade of the fishing knife hovering just over their chest. He can see the even beats of their heart through their shirt. “You will confess,” he promises. “I’ve told you that before, and I’ll say it again. Your sins are a black mark upon your soul, and you will say Yes a hundred times more until each sin is scoured from you.”

“Then that’s a threat, and not a confession. Kind of one-sided, John,” the Deputy replies. It seems as if John was holding a chainsaw to their neck, they would say the same thing. Then, their brows furrow in something that bares a close resemblance to pity. “Just because you were taught one kind of lesson doesn’t mean that the same lesson applies to everyone. Or that the lesson was right in the first place.”

He almost stabs them then and there.

Instead, he’s in their space, blade pressed up against their neck. He hisses in their face, watching their eyes dart about, trying to find one thing to focus on. The blade nicks them, and a tiny droplet of blood snakes down their neck until it soaks into the collar of their shirt. They don’t flinch. “I have given you time, and I have given you the very extent of my patience. Like it or not, you will confess. You will give me every last syllable of your sins, and you will mean it all down to the last word.”

The two of them are silent, save for their breathing. John’s is heavy and rushed through his lips, while the Deputy breaths slowly through their nose. Their scent is a tangible weight upon him, marking them, and John wants to–

Damnit. He wants to–

The sharp ping! of a bullet hitting corrugated steel brings him out of his trance, biting through the red haze of his anger. There are shouts on the other side of the boathouse’s walls, and John stands up straight, snarling in frustration. He picks up the radio from beside a workbench. “What is going on out there?”

The transmission is garbled at first; just unintelligible shouts through static. “It’s– Resistance forces– coming through the–” The radio cuts out there with another sharp tattoo of gunfire, some of it hitting the boathouse like hail.

In fury, John rounds on the Deputy who doesn’t seem perturbed. They smile like a saint standing among the condemned. “Jess was up there on the ridge,” they explain. “No one caught her.”

Jess Black. The Huntress. He can imagine her going through the underbrush, as silent as a cat, following the capture party to the boathouse before radioing for backup.

John wants to rip the woman apart with his bare hands, or save her for whatever Jacob wishes to inflict.

Then, the Deputy laughs. They tap their feet against the cracked concrete floor and smile at him like they’ve shared a joke. “I’d start running, John,” they say. “Jess has got it out for you, and she’s probably going to have to wait in line behind the people she’s called.”

He looks between the door and the black water of the boathouse port, leading out to a dark forest and at least five hundred yards in a freezing current to anything resembling civilization. On the other side of the door is a dead contingent of his people, and what is probably a living wall of angry Resistance. John is proud of what he has and what he’s done, but he hasn’t come this far due in part to any idiocy. He knows when a situation has gone sour.

John swears, loudly.

He brandishes the knife at the Deputy one more time. “This isn’t over,” he hisses. “You know it isn’t.”

Pity again. He wants to cut the look from their face like the scales from a fish. He hates it.

“I know,” they say.

Something metallic buckles against the door, and John turns in time to see the hinges struggle against whatever’s impacted it. He grimaces and throws the knife aside before jumping into the water. The cold steals his breath, but he steels himself against it and kicks off the algae-coated stone below him.

While he swims away, he can still hear the Deputy’s laughter in his head.

- - -

Joseph finds out about the failed Confession within the day. He doesn’t pay a visit to John, but his words from a phone call are enough to haunt John. They follow him into his restless sleep, and what he dreams he manages to have are full of the disappointed stare of his brother, the flash of anger hidden behind amber lenses.

“Your sin blinded you, brother,” these phantoms of Joseph whisper. In the dreams, cold hands cover John’s eyes and his mouth, keeping him from confessing in desperation. “You have allowed yourself to be consumed by that which you’ve sworn to atone for. I expected better, John.”

More voices fill the black void hidden in those hands. “Sin is born and festers in idleness,” says his mother. “Confess! You know what you’ve done!” says his father.

John feels the searing of sin into his flesh. Pride for expecting it to go well, that a meager company of people could contain the Deputy. Wrath for his unchecked anger. Sloth for failing to stop the Deputy and the Resistance. And Lust for–

He opens his eyes, met with the same cold darkness of his bedroom at the Ranch. His chest is heaving, sweat a cold sheen on his skin. The stinging of atonement is absent, merely a phantom pain.

The yawning emptiness it leaves behind, however, is very real.

John stares into the darkness, thinking, wondering not for the first time how everything could have gone so wrong. We’re righteous, he thinks. We’re doing the right thing. We’re doing what Joseph’s commanded.

But he thinks of the Deputy, and how things have been going so right for them as well. It makes him think of one of Joseph’s lessons, after he had seared PRIDE into John’s flesh the first time. Joseph had pressed his forehead against John’s, his breathing so calm and slow, his hands on John’s shoulders as blood stained his fingers.

John says now what Joseph said then, “God will not strike down the righteous and good. He will allow some sacrifice, but He will never take the lives of those whose cause is just.”

Some sacrifice. John thinks about the piles of bodies smoldering in mass burn pits and rotting in graves of dozens. Each and every Follower was given a similar lesson about their cause. Each believed that God and Joseph would protect them, because they were all meant to reach Eden’s Gate together.

But God has spared the Deputy and their people as well, and they’re the antithesis of Joseph’s mission.

The void’s edges are cracked like broken glass, and John strays away from it as much as he can.

He hardly notices his hand travelling downwards until he feels his own fingers slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, reaching up to grasp his cock with his thumb sliding up over the head. Lust has been one sin that he can’t quite shake, and he feels it commingling with his Wrath, his Greed, his Sloth, his Pride. It takes the form of the Deputy, as beautiful as the image of the Devil is supposed to be. He sees them in his mind’s eye, as sinful and tainted as they can be, but with this halo of righteous light, this corona of goodness and mercy. Hell takes on the shades of Heaven, wears it like a mask, and kisses John’s skin with it.

His hand trembles on his cock, but he strokes himself regardless, eyes rolling back in his head.

He imagines the Deputy’s hand on him, their strokes slow and methodical. Their lips press with the weight of a shadow on his shoulders, his neck, his jaw. They whisper terrible, evil things into his ears. The unspeakable fills his head as they work him closer and closer to the precipice of something flawed and filthy; to the absolution of wickedness realized.

They are Legion personified, but instead of swine, they press the demons into John’s flesh. Their words are an incantation, an act of witchcraft, a forbidden thing that John cannot fight. Their tongue draws symbols of darkness on his skin while their fingers press a tight ring around his cock, a mimic of things to come. They kiss their way down his body, leaving trails of cold hellfire down his skin. Then, they consume him like the flames of the ungodly, their mouth forming a seal over his cock, swallowing him down like a libation.

He moans into the darkness, writhing and arching off the bed.

John is an open receptacle for the devilry they give him. He is wide open and vulnerable; he is spread out before them, ready and waiting. “Yes,” he whispers to them, to this phantasm of corruption and death. “Fuck, yes.”

The Deputy licks him obscenely, sucks him off, uses their hands in some form of dark art to coax him closer and closer to that cliff. You would jump for me, they whisper, their voice low like the growl of a demon. His precum is a shine on their bottom lip, under fangs set in a wide grin.

He nods, desperate. “Yes, yes. Oh God, I’d–”

God’s name in vain. They laugh and take him into their mouth, into their throat, soft and warm muscles fluttering against his length. They hum and moan and it’s all hellish music in his ears. The song is played louder and louder through the circuitry of his veins and capillaries, deafening when it reaches his arteries and plunges like a blade into his heart.

He comes harder than he’s ever come in his life, his mind going white as he teeters over the edge. And the herd, numbering two or three thousand, plunged into the sea, he thinks, and hysterical laughter sparks like fire from flint in his chest. For a moment more, he thinks he sees the Deputy, crowned in starlight, smiling beatifically at him from the end of his bed. They are beautiful and clean and perfect, and they’re gone in a blink of an eye. John is left alone in the dark room, his spend rapidly cooling on his hand and his stomach, patches of it cold and wet on the fabric of his boxers.

He feels stunned and hollowed out. He feels all those holes he had spent years attempting to fill, all reopened and emptied of their useless weight of cargo.

“God will not strike down the righteous and good,” he whispers again, clinging to each word. “He will not…”

The Deputy has never been struck down, but John has.

Silence. There is only the soft hiss of the air conditioner and the faint rattle of the wind against the walls.

“Fuck,” he whispers to nothing at all.

- - -

A radio call comes the next afternoon, as John sits on the balcony of the hangar. The wind bends the tops of the pines in the distance, and he watches them with eyes still heavy and gritty with exhaustion. Sleep evaded him for the better part of the night, and when it managed to succeed, his dreams replaced Joseph with the Deputy, and became too complicated to rest through.

A soft electric chirp draws him out of his haze, and he barely musters the strength to give the go ahead to the other party. He half expects it to be Joseph, threatening arrival and inevitable chastisement. John has already gotten a bottle of hydrogen peroxide ready for what he knows must be coming.

“John?”

The voice of the Deputy is almost enough to make John drop the entire contraption. He fumbles with the speaker, adrenaline hitting him right where he needs it. However, the radio chirps again before he can reply.

“Hey, I don’t even know if you can hear me right now. I’m just kind of taking a chance here, but…” They trail off, hesitant. John wants to encourage them to speak, but doesn’t want to risk interrupting them. The memories of last night are too fresh. He wants to savor every word that comes from their body. “I think I’m… I’m ready to confess.”

Silence.

Chirp.

“I think both of us are ready to confess, Deputy” says John. His words jump out before he can reign them in. “Somewhere a little more secluded, though.”

He can almost picture them smiling, saintlike, lovely.

“Yeah,” they reply. “I’d like that. Confessions are meant to be private, after all.”

#far cry 5 #john seed #prompt fill #john seed/deputy #this was so fun to write holy shit #spoiler alert: THEY GON FUCK

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ASKS 08

rip it’s a lot of stuff, some good, some weird….

Anonymous said: do you like eating ass? I bet your booty is thicc and juicy :)

idk who would even send this but ummm I’m a bottom so yeah.. that answers that wedhfnsh have u nice day/night <3

@thesimpley2k said: your cc is so beautiful! and you’re a britney stan :) ily sis

thank youuuuu omg ily2 lmao I don’t voice my Britney stanness much but once B10 starts getting more hyped up I’ll be back up there! Thank you again and rip original make me MV

Anonymous said: Oof I need all of your wip hairs right now

oof you haven’t even seen half of them sweetie ;) I have 10 wip hairs as of now so like… you’ve seen 4 on this blog through edits/playlists. the rest are on my patreon and some go on my wips section in my discord (omg shameless plug im sorry but its true)

Anonymous said: Can we gift you packs through origin?

if u want?? idrk how that works tbh ;-; if u did tho like rsdfgfbvc thank you!!! I prob will only buy packs that I can use for cc from now on tbh ;-; my computer is at that point where i need to be really picky about stuff, plus imo they arent worth it wedfgdbfn i regret buying most of the SP’s

Anonymous said: Are you posting a shorter version of the Zoey Hair as shown in your latest post because it looks amazing?!!!!!

thank you!!! That is basically what the idea of it is lmao, but I think im gonna make an accessory hair clip for it too. Not 100% sure yet tho

@agentwashsims said: Crying over the wip hair and the grimes reference! Okay you’re still perfect and ily that it all okay bye.

aaah thank you! grimes is so good omg Art Angels is my favorite album but there are a lot of ongs on Visions I like as well. I like a little bit of Halfaxa toooooo

Anonymous said: Hi, would it be possible for you to just reupload the lydia hair post? As it’s marked as sensitive content, I can’t see the picture and I’d really like to be able to have a look at it before I download it.

Hi! I emailed tumblr support about it since it has been over a month since it has been up for review. Hopefully they get it worked out soon <3 there is a picture of it on my download page if you want to look at it there

Anonymous said: Hey, how do I do Patreon? I want to but i’m new to all those things of Patreon cause now I want lots of hairs that need it, and I wanna learn how can I Patreon you!

Hello! Hopefully you see this haha. Patreon is sort of like Netlfix in it is a monthly charge for goods. To get 3 cc hairs early each month, it is a $1 pledge. Higher pledges get better rewards(such as watching me work on cc, getting to vote on hair releases, and more). I think that Patreon is a great way to help support creators as long as they do it right (no exclusive CC). I really hope this helps you and thank you so much if you decide to pledge any ammount <3

Anonymous said: When are going to upload your maxis match hairlines? Like in a post

oml I am horrible lmao I deleted them and don’t seem to have them backed up, but I will maybe make more in the future?? I honestly don’t find them that usable on most hairs but everybody is different so we will see <3

Anonymous said: Is the black braided hair on your April Playlist a WIP? If not WCIF it cuz it’s gorgeous <333 Ily.

issa wip for Juneee

Anonymous said: how old are you?

18 d2f m4m

Anonymous said: What is your Origin ID?

spotharris

Anonymous said: Hey! I 🖤 ur content btw and I wanted to just like clarify something. Ur posts say u can recollect but don’t include the mesh. What does that mean exactly??? Do people still need the mesh for the recollections to show up in game?? Sorry if this is really dumb, I’m a new simblr. Thx!

hey!! sorry for the super late reply omg, welcome to simblr!! it is kinda crazy here but hopefully u can find ur peeps and make a nice home :) anywaysssss i think u mean recoloring, which is like when people add different colors other than the 18 EA base colors. I don’t allow people to use the meshes mainly bc I know that sometimes I have to go back and update things and this way the recolors don’t have a broken mesh and require that person to redo their package.

Anonymous said: whose ur fave member of lOoNa

my rankings as of right now: Kim Lip, Go Won, Olivia Hye, JinSoul, HyunJin, Chuu, HeeJin, Choerry, HeeJin, HaSeul, ViVi, and then YeoJin

also omfg if u have jinsoul/kim lip/choerry limited edition mix&match photocard and would like to gift me it then umm PLEASE they are impossible to find and i need for my collection ;-;

@disneynsims said: I am also a massive Britney Spears fan, and I have to say I appreciate you naming your hairs after her songs. I do make one small request, that a hair eventually be named after one of her best bonus tracks, “Up n’ Down”.

omg Up N’ Down is one of my least favorites on femme fatale grfbg but thank you!! I don’t really name hairs after her songs anymore :(

@issharky said: you’ve improved so much over the time! ive been following (on tsr and tumblr since i joined) since like 2016! ♥ still love your blog!

ygvhbjn i didnt have a tsr but go awf lmao thank you!!! i was a mess in 2016 and a lil of 2017 <3

Anonymous said: Ur such a babe austin

thx for sending this @dogsill ur a babe too 😘

Anonymous said: Discord? Patreon? And this are how a good simblr die

oof discord is literally like a groupchat thing but go off also patreon makes it so i release 3 hairs a month when before it was like 1 or 2 so ummm

Anonymous said: I have recently downloaded blender to make cc hairs, but I can’t zoom in, rotate, or do anything basically. Do you know of any tutorials that explain how to use it well/ in detail? (I have a windows laptop). Anyway, I recently discovered your hairs and I am in love!! Thank you for making so many beautiful pieces of cc!

urgg i really wish i could make video tutorials and stuff for blender and hairs :( I have tried about 3 or 4 times to record/stream and it is so laggy and just pure shit on stream and twitch. I kind of just learned stuff as i went in blender but a must have is a mouse of some kind, otherwise it is 10x harder

@alexschmidt629 said: Hey! I hope you’re doing a bit better than the last time you made your last post! I’m sorry to hear about all of that, being a senior is so difficult and college stuff is even more difficult. I hope you’re doing better!

thank you! I’m doing a bit better now :)

Anonymous said: holy shit it sounds like everything that literally could’ve gone wrong did. wishing u love and luck bb. and also i think its absolutely FINE that u put ur stuff up on patreon early, it’s still free in the end!! its just a choice to actually compensate cc creators for all that they do for us. god that person was just so rude and im kinda surprised at how kindly you took it. props to u xx

yeah dsgf everything kinda went shitty the past few months but hopefully it all turns itself around :) and I try not to pick at any rude anons/asks in general bc I feel like by doing that it just causes more attention on the issue and more people/trolls want to jump on the band wagon. Thank you!!

Anonymous said: Oh honey, you need prayers and I wish you the best of luck with fasts, college, moving, and the rest of your life. Stay strong hon you got this!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

thank you <3

Anonymous said: hi is there a version off the Ella hair that has a bun in the back or am I crazy? probs crazy honestly, but thx for answering

I think you are thinking of my Maja hair? It has a different bottom but it has those same bangs! It is here

#asks #oml it was at 247 so im sorry if yours isnt in this

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