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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Shy!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, multiple uses of the n-word, pet names. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Mentions of drug use and drinking.

Summary: You are so painfully shy, it hurts even you. But at a kickback at Tyrone's house, he sits next to you and promises you all kinds of dirty fun.

Word Count: 4,419k

A/N: This was my first ever request for a fic and I loved it! I had way too much fun writing this. I need to go hose off or something because WHEW! I am zooted and feral, so thank you @planetblaque for your support and this request! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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It was a typical Friday night. Your friend had dragged you to hang with Tyrone and the crew per her usual. She was trying to get you to loosen up and hang out, but you didn’t know these people. You ran in the same circles and occasionally saw them at the club or around the corner. But you’d stand there awkwardly while your friend did all the talking.

You’d probably trip over your words anyway. Tyrone was so fine. He moved like he owned the world. Even with a slow gait, he walked like you couldn’t tell him shit. He was low key, he didn’t talk much, but it was clear that he had an energy that drew people in.

He was nice enough to say hi and try to include you in the main conversation, but you’d just smile and nod along. Every time he came near or passed by you, it robbed you of your senses. He smelled clean like soap and your mouth would go dry whenever he’d smile big and wide. Those times were rare, but when it happened, your heart would stop.

This particular night, it seemed like everyone had paired up. There was a good mix of men and women chilling in Tyrone’s living room. The California sun cast rays of orange and pink through the blinds. Some movie you didn’t hear the name of played on the TV. Music flowed and there was heavy smoke in the air.

“You smoke?” Tyrone had walked into the room and sat beside you. Your heart started thumping in your chest. You twisted your fingers and shook your head. You couldn’t look at him. He was like one of those statues that were so beautiful and lifelike, it hurt to look too long.

“You don’t say much,” he said. He stared at you while he took a hit off of a joint. He turned his head the other way to blow it out, but the room was so permeated with it, it hit you anyway. You didn’t mind it much, it had a weird smell. But you were used to your friend smoking while ya’ll hung out.

“I never know what to say,” you said.

“How ‘bout why you don’t smoke?” He asked. He licked his lips and your eyes dropped to his lips. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Not that you’d ever really find out. He probably liked girls that were like your friend. Loud, confident, small. You had some meat on your bones. It wasn’t a bad thing, but guys like Tyrone went for the girls they could toss around the room. He’d probably hurt his back trying to lift you.

You shrugged and studied your fingers. “Never seemed like something I’d be into,” you said.

“No pressure, but you wanna play a game with me?” He asked. He hit the joint one more time and passed it on.

You blinked at him to see if he was playing some kind of joke on you. But he looked at you, dead serious, until you nodded.

“Aight. For tonight, keep an open mind.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you wanted to. Your heart was working overtime in your chest, making your hands shake and making you stutter. You didn’t trust your voice, but you wanted to stop being a coward. You nodded. He smiled slowly, letting you see all of his teeth.

“Besides smoking, have you drank before?”

“I’m not a prude,” you said.

He laughed and held up his hands. “Aight, damn. My bad,” he said. “I get you a drink, will you talk to me some more?”

“Yes,” you said and rolled your eyes. People always teased you about being quiet. But it always felt like you were one step behind everyone else. It was easier to sit back and just absorb the vibe than try to chime in with some useless comment.

“Good girl,” Tyrone said and got up once more.

Your mouth dropped open. You gaped at him as he walked off to the kitchen. He didn’t look back at you. But that comment sent a shiver down your spine. He returned with two red cups in his hand and he handed one to you.

You shook the amber brown liquid and looked at him. “Henny?” You asked.

He nodded and watched you. You took a sip and then another one, letting the sweet burn coat your tongue. You swallowed it down and tried not to make a face.

“Not usually your thing?”

“Not usually,” you said.

Tyrone smiled and scooted closer to you until your thighs were pressed together. You wore shorts and a hoodie, so your bare thigh rubbed against his cargo shorts. He touched your knee and your leg jumped.

“You real tense for someone that’s supposed to be enjoying the party,” he said. He moved an index finger around your knee and you slowly relaxed.

“I am enjoying the party.” You smiled at him and sipped some more Henny. Maybe the alcohol would make you cooler or sexier. You knew you were beautiful and any guy would be lucky and the blah blah blah. But there was a difference between being beautiful and being sexy. Wanted. Desired.

Tyrone talked to you more, claiming he wanted to know more about you. You told him about your job, a little bit about your family. You learned that he only had a mom. His little brother was killed when he was younger and from the pain in his voice, you knew that that pain would never go away.

On to happier topics, you discussed your favorite movies, songs, and groups. He laughed when you said you preferred Tupac to NWA. He thought you were crazy. Adorable, but crazy. But he wanted to know more about you and wanted you to open up. He asked you why you were so stiff.

“I’on know, it’s just hard to relax. I got anxiety and shit,” you said. He laughed. His laugh was throaty and deep and he shook his head.

“You too cute to have anxiety,” he said.

“One ain’t got nothin’ to do with the other!”

“I can make you relax,” he said. Humor danced in his eyes, but there was nothing funny on his face. He stared at you and you saw his eyes wander all over you.

“How?” Your voice was small in the din of the room. Music still thumped and the room had thinned out as people started to pair off and find a flat surface somewhere. You had lost track of your friend and her boyfriend, one of Tyrone’s friends.

Moaning to your left caught your attention. A couple was standing near the kitchen making out but they may as well have been the only people in the room. The girl was small, high ponytail, and glossy lips and she was climbing all over her much taller date/boyfriend. Your cheeks burned as you looked away.

“You got a nigga I need to worry about?” He asked.

“No. You got a girl I need to worry about?” You asked.

He smirked but he didn’t answer you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “You still down to play our game?”

You nodded. He raised his hand and stroked your chin before making you meet his eyes. “Let’s go to my room then. I can help you relax,” he said.

You smiled and wanted to look away but he held your chin and made you look at him. “Um, I don’t know about that,” you said.

“Why not?”

“We don’t really know each other like that,” you said.

He kissed you. His lips were warm and you tasted Hennessy and weed on his tongue as it stroked yours. He suckled your lips with his and you moaned softly in the back of your throat. Fuck, he kissed really well. The type of kiss where you couldn’t sit still. The kind that made you want to crawl under his skin and live there. The kind that made your toes curl and your pussy get damp.

He pulled back and licked your lips one last time. “We can get to know each other,” he said.

“By getting in between my thighs?” You weren’t stupid. You knew what he was asking for.

“Shit, if you let me,” he said and grinned.

“Why me?” You asked. He was so fine that he could have any girl he wanted. He could crook his finger at anyone in the room and they would come crawling over to him, ready to please him.

“‘Cause you fine as hell. And you got me hurtin’ over here,” he said. He grabbed your hand and placed it over his dick. It hardened as he rubbed your hand over him. He was big, huge, gigantic. You’d seen and touched dicks before, but this was like the Sistine Chapel or some shit. The Mona Lisa. This was the end all and be all of dicks.

Panic must’ve shone on your face because Tyrone chuckled and kissed you again, rendering you stupid. “We’ll go slow. Just the tip,” he said.

You laughed. “You don’t believe that shit,” you said.

He grinned. “For you? I’d take my time,” he said.

You looked at him as he continued to rub his dick with your hand. Everything in you was screaming to run away and go home. What if you were bad in bed? What if you did something wrong? What if you couldn’t get him off?

The questions tumbled inside of your head, taking you out of the moment. You looked down at your hand and stopped moving it.

“Don’t give me no bullshit. I see you want this dick,” he said.

You sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t gonna give you bullshit,” you told him. You a damn lie, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Just say yes. Let me help you unwind,” he said.

You didn’t say anything as he stood up and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t say anything as he led you down the dark, quiet hallway towards his room. He opened the door for you and you walked in and sat on his bed.

His room was clean for a boy. He still had stuff thrown around but at least it smelled good in here and there were no empty dishes or wrappers. You hated dealing with messy people like that.

Tyrone closed the door and your heart was back to thumping. Tyrone sat next to you but didn’t do anything. You looked at him, wondering if he was waiting for you to make the next move. This was why you didn’t do shit like this. You didn’t know the rules or how everything was supposed to go down.

“You a virgin?” He asked.

You laughed, not expecting that question. “No!”

“What you actin’ shy for then? Give me a kiss,” he said.

You scooted closer and pecked him on the lips. He sucked his teeth and smirked.

“Don’t give me that weak shit,” he said.

You sighed but leaned in again to kiss him. You weren’t always good with words. But this you could do. You had been crushing on him for a while anyway. And by some miracle, he at least wanted to fuck you too.

When you pulled back, you blinked up at him and he grinned. “Good to keep going?”

You nodded. Tyrone went back to kissing you and for a while, he was content to do just that. There was nothing hurried about it. He kissed like he did everything else. In his own time. The more you kissed, the more that you were scooting closer and rocking back and forth trying to get some relief.

Tyrone huffed a laugh against your lips and pulled back to start kissing your cheek and jaw. “You ever let a nigga eat you out?” He asked.

“No.” Your voice was breathy as he found a ticklish spot on your neck. You curled against him and he laughed. He pulled your hoodie off and laughed at your fandom t-shirt.

“You like that goofy shit?” He asked.

“The fandom sucks, but yeah. It’s good,” you said.

He shook his head. “I ain’t never seen it. Maybe we can watch it together,” he said. He went back to kissing your neck as you thought over what he said. He wanted to watch the movie with you. As in…he wanted to see you again after this?

Well…wait till your friend heard about this shit. She thought your crush on Tyrone was adorable. You didn’t want to be adorable.

You broke the kiss and took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra and shorts. Tyrone raised his eyebrows and took in the burnished orange of your bra. It was a little risqué, with lace for the cups and it barely covered your nipple.

“Not such a good girl. What you doin’ wearing this?” He asked. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw and to the top of your breasts. He nibbled on one and you squirmed underneath him.

“I like it,” you told him.

“Mhm, I like that shit too,” he said. He pushed you onto your back and then stood up. You watched as he got rid of his own black t-shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. He was a big boy, stocky, solid. You took in his chest and body and nearly salivated.

He moved closer, forcing your legs apart and you gasped. He chuckled darkly and started to remove your shorts. “I like this color on you,” he said.

Your panties matched your bra and he stood for a moment taking in your body. You crossed your arms, feeling self conscious. You were about to ask that you do this with the lights off. But Tyrone kneeled down and kissed your forearms, your hands, and your fingers.

“Don’t hide from me. I wanna see everything,” he said. He peeled your arms from over your chest and placed them on the sides of your body. You forced yourself to keep them there as he kissed along your tummy, your sides, your breasts.

He was slow and methodical with it. He never kissed the same area twice. He was showering your body with kisses and it only made you tingle. It made your hunger for him grow like a living thing inside of you. You shook even though the room was stuffy.

“How long has it been?” He asked against your skin. Wherever he kissed, he brought his hands up to massage you. He started with your thighs, kneading through the fleshy bits and his thumbs inched higher to where you wanted him. But he stopped just short of reaching your pussy and he worked his way down, towards your knees.

“A long while. Guys don’t really check for the big nerds,” you said. You weren’t bitter about it. It was a sad fact of life. And you didn’t want no ashy nerd anyway.

“That’s not true. We think ya’ll too good for us,” he said. You laughed and shook your head. You brought your hands up to your face.

Why was this shit so embarrassing? You were grown. You knew your worth. But in the back of your mind, you kept thinking that this was a set up. Any minute now, he was gonna take a picture or video and share it to social media and you were going to be laughed at forever. But that was irrational. You knew it was irrational.

“Move yo fuckin’ hands,” he said.

You lowered them and stared at him and his little tone. “Stop all that hiding shit.”

You blew out a breath. “It’s a habit,” you said.

“Yeah, well the shit stops tonight. Feel me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, damn.”

Tyrone stood up and leaned over you. His fists were on either side of your head and you suddenly felt small compared to the size of him. “I’ma break you of that shit.” This close, his deep voice was amplified in the small room.

You were breathing too rapidly to ask more questions or what he was talking about. You had an idea but you couldn’t think past the look in his eyes. His eyes were narrow and though his lights were on, his eyes were two dark pools. You were drowning in them and you didn’t want to be saved.

He kissed you, chasing away any more thoughts. Then he kissed down your chest and belly again before planting his big nose against your sex and inhaling. “Fuck, you smell good,” he said. “Bet you taste good too.”

He stripped you of your panties and then blew a breath across your wet pussy. You jerked, back to being nervous. He didn’t say anything. He just ran his big tongue from your pussy to your clit. You gasped and ended on a moan as he did it a few more times.

“Fuhh,” you moaned. Had you known that getting eaten out felt this good, you would have done it a long time ago.

Tyrone gripped your thighs and hooked his arms around them. Then he latched onto your clit and started to devour you. He licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue around your clit. You jerked and tried to scoot away, but he held onto your thighs and wouldn’t let you get away.

You were soaking wet and his tongue only added to it. Your wetness and his spit dribbled down your ass cheeks and onto the bed. You were mildly embarrassed by that but he continued to eat you out and your embarrassment had its limits. Your concerns melted away as he licked and sucked away.

“Goddamn, you taste so fuckin’ good,” he said. He dived back into eating you out. He licked around your pussy and you started to stutter. “Oh, shit, wait,” you managed to squeak out. There was a pressure building low inside of you.

You had an orgasm before but it had been so long. Your breaths were little bursts of air in the room. You gripped onto his forearms and held on.

“I can’t…” you said. You wanted to move away and then orgasm. This seemed too intense, too big to do with his face in between your thighs. As if you were going to climax and burst into stardust.

“Mhm, let me taste it while you cum,” he said. His warm breath fanned over your pussy, drawing out another moan.

“Ty–” His lips descended on your pussy and started to flick your clit with his tongue. You cursed as the orgasm finally, blessedly tore through you. Your thighs twitched and you moved to close them, but Tyrone still held them rigid. He kept eating you out as your arousal pooled out of you.

When you were done with it, Tyrone kissed your thighs leaving wet spots behind. The bed under you was damp and starting to cool already. The bed dipped as Tyrone stood up and looked down at you with a satisfied grin.

“Felt good huh?”

You nodded and caught your breath. “Don’t get a big head,” you warned him. He waved you off as he undid his shorts and slipped it and his underwear off. His thick cock bobbed as it was set free and it was already leaking precum. A drop fell from the tip and disappeared.

You licked your lips as you watched. You wanted to taste him too. You wanted to suck him off and have him screaming your name. Have him moaning and throwing his head back. Your pussy contracted just thinking of making him feel just as good.

Tyrone stroked himself and chuckled. “As much as I want that sexy ass mouth on me, I wanna feel you cum on this dick,” he said.

He helped you sit up in bed and out of the giant wet spot you left behind. You stared at the dark spot against his blue sheets. You couldn't believe that all of that came from you. He pried your legs open and settled in between them. He positioned you how he wanted but also so that you were comfortable.

You had a big ass and that meant that you couldn’t lay down in the bed like others could. Your back was always lifted off of the mattress in some kind of way. He pushed a pillow under your back without you even having to say something.

He slapped his dick against your pussy. The wet slap was lewd and obscene. You brought your hands up to hide your face, but Tyrone grabbed your wrists and planted them against the bed. He kissed you until you melted under him once more.

When he was sure that you weren’t going to try and hide again, he moved his hand from your wrist. He lifted one of your legs and pushed it back until it was only slightly uncomfortable.

He poked you with his dick and you moved your hips, trying to line him up to enter you. He watched you struggle and grinned when you grew frustrated. He licked his thumb and started to play with your clit.

You stopped trying to get him inside you and relaxed into the pillows. “Oh, shit,” you said. He lined up his dick with your entrance and pushed in. Your hand flew to his stomach to stop him.

“Slow, remember? Slow,” you said. He was huge and it’d been a while for you, so as he pushed in, the slight burn only made you nervous.

“You gotta let me work it in, baby,” he said.

You nodded. He was right. You had to let him in but fuck. He was so big and you weren’t sure he was gonna fit. That had to be a thing right? Not being able to fit.

He only drew big circles around your clit and waited for you to stop tensing. He worked his hips back and forth trying to get inside of you. He pushed in a little more every time. He slipped on your wetness and went further, faster, and you bucked off of the bed with a silent scream. Your mouth had dropped open.

Tyrone moaned and rolled his head back towards the ceiling. “Goddamn. You so fuckin’ tight,” he whispered.

“Slow, slow!” Your brain was a real one, because it forced you to breathe when all you wanted to do was die. Tyrone stretched you out, further than you thought possible. You slapped at his stomach, arms, hands, as air returned to your lungs.

Tyrone only smirked down at your weak hits. “I gotta move, baby.” He slid out and back inside and you shrieked with pleasure. Your little squeals and moans were making Tyrone go faster. As if he had something to prove.

“Squeezin’ the shit outta my dick. Fuck. This my fuckin’ pussy.” His words were low and skipped over your nerve endings like a live wire. “This my fuckin’ pussy. It belong to me.”

You convulsed and contracted on his dick at his words. He felt it and groaned. “Yeah, that’s right. My fuckin’ pussy.”

Sweat dripped down from the crown of his head down his face. It slid down his neck and you licked your lips. You wanted to taste him. You sighed and tried to swallow your moans. You didn’t want to be too loud.

Tyrone switched up his angle, pushing your leg a little further back and a shrill moan escaped you. You bit your lip and Tyrone leaned down to kiss you. “Let me hear you, baby. Be good for me,” he said.

You nodded and let your moans fly. Fuck it. He felt so damn good inside of you. Like he was made to be there. Your wetness made him slip in and out easily now. He moved his hand from your leg and pulled down the cups of your bra so that you were exposed to him.

He sucked on your titties and continued to pound inside of you. “Fuck, Tyrone. Fuck. Wait,” you said. The duel sensations were too much for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on. Your hands played with his neck. You kissed his cheek and got sweat all over you. You licked your lips and licked the saltiness of him.

“Fuck, Tyrone.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait. You feel too fuckin’ good. Where the fuck you been hiding this shit?” He asked.

He licked your neck, probably tasting your salty sweat as well. He bit down on your neck and you jerked. Your orgasm was swift and without mercy. You clamped down on his dick and he growled in your ear.

“Muthafucka,” he said. His voice was muffled in your neck. He stroked two more times before climaxing and releasing a fat load into you. You felt it fill you up. You should have been nervous about having sex without a condom. But you just wanted more. You hugged him to you as if you could mold yourself to him.

You moaned loudly, filling up the space with the sound of your voice. You didn’t worry for once. You didn’t worry about how you sounded or if you were doing it right. You didn’t worry about what he must be thinking. It was just your combined pleasure and the feeling of him buried deep inside of you.

His skin was on your skin. His hands were wrapped under you, squeezing your ass. Your nipples rubbed against his chest. Your nails dug into his back. It smelled like sex and his unique manliness.

He leaned up on one elbow so he wasn’t crushing you. He kissed you, slow and methodical like before. Like you were precious. Like he wanted to savor every once of your kisses like a chef at a new restaurant.

“Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?” He asked.

“Mine,” you said, feeling wicked and naughty.

He pushed into you, still rock hard and you gasped. “Fuck,” you moaned.

“I’m still fuckin’ full. I’ma keep going until you know whose pussy this is,”

You grinned evilly and kissed him. “I said it’s mine,” you said.

He chuckled and ran his tongue over your nipple. He started to move inside of you. His cum squelched as he started to fuck you again. He slid in and out even more easily and you took deep breaths.

“Naw. This shit belong to me.”

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GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 - Speculations/Predictions

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

The GO brainrot is well underway, we’re only 7 months out of season 2 and I dont know how I will cope until season 3! But I have been ravenously consuming all of your lovely meta, fanfiction, and fanart and I have finally decided to add my messy ball of thought yarn to this hellsite!

Warning: this is going to be long and wild, I have no real life people to talk to about Good Omens, and I really need an outlet to gush about these ineffable idiots.

SO! Shall we begin?

S3E1 will open with the great war/the fall. The opening of the previous seasons have been Crowley and Aziraphales earliest meetings, it makes sense season 3 will mirror this. I’m hoping we will get more context of their relationship; had they become closer after S2E1’s ‘before the beginning’ ? Will we see them going to war, will Aziraphale come face to face with Angel!Crowley on the battlefield? Will Aziraphale search for him among the fallen?

Somethings up… with memory. The way I look at it, season 2 was meant to bridge the storyline gap between armageddon and the second coming. It’s there to set us up for another world ending plot and also to give us context for season 3. I think the introduction of the idea that memories can just be manipulated willy-nilly by the big boss, and Gabriels little vacation as Jim serve exactly to show us that this happens. It says: look heaven does this! they were just casually going to do it to the Supreme Archangel, no questions asked. Crowleys memory, in this regard, has been a topic of debate. I think the biggest clue that he indeed has suffered some sort of memory loss is when he’s talking to Jimbriel who says he feels like “an empty house”. Crowley later finishes Jimbriels thought with “I know, looking at where the furniture isn’t.” I think he is downright kind to Jim in the bookshop and chummy with him because they have some sort of kinship, maybe from when they were angels, but more probably because Crowley feels it through the loss of Gabriels memories. Maybe he understands and relates in a way to what he is going through. His not remembering Saraquael or Furfur could just be chalked up to Crowley being an asshole sometimes. I think Crowley has definitely worked on recovering his memory some if this is the case. He remembers Aziraphale though from their time as angels so what specifically might he have forgotten?

Crowley will be a Duke of Hell/Grand Duke of Hell. Not only was Crowley offered the position by Beelzebub, but the blocking in that scene, where Crowley leans across the dual thrones to be in the very center seems to be foreshadowing it. I’ve seen multiple people make this prediction and it makes the most sense to me. What is Crowley gonna do on earth wallow and mope around the bookshop? Look he’s a disaster puppy yes but he’s also in love with the new Supreme Archangel. In the final moments of S2 he is sad, but he also looks determined. He’s angry, but I don’t think he’s angry with Aziraphale. And if there’s one way to keep an eye on Aziraphale and all this second coming nonsense, being a high ranking member of hell seems like a good idea to me.

Is Maggie more than human? Nah I dont think so. Look Maggies got a lot of weird stuff going on sure but I think her most important role in S2 was to be Crowleys mirror (and deliver the gut punch “you never say what you’re really thinking” but we are skipping that). Forget the masonic and biblical imagery associated with her, maybe all the mis-spelling in her note was showing us was that the bubbly blonde is tied to the demon instead of the angel like you might immediately assume? Sure Nina is edgy and closed off, but she’s the one in a toxic relationship, and she doesn’t realize how Maggie feels about her, not until an awning full of water (1941 nazi bomb) is dropped on her head. Maggie is patient and supportive of Nina. She ‘saves the day’ by grabbing her an array of milks from the mini mart in Ep6, and most importantly she says she will wait for Nina. When Crowley goes to get in the bentley after Aziraphale leaves for heaven, he looks first at Nina. She gives him a little ‘goodbye’ wave, then he turns to look at Maggie, she’s asleep at the register, waiting. I don’t think Crowley is angry with Aziraphale, he would’ve driven off if he was. Instead he stands there watching, telling him he’ll be waiting.

1941 Pt. 3 minisode. Okay everybody wants this I know. What happened to the zombies? They definitely listed to ‘A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square’ that night right? We know Aziraphale does the apology dance, presumably for 1. nearly getting Crowley shot by nazis, 2. blown up by a bomb, 3. caught “fraternizing” by hell, and 4. nearly making Crowley discorporate him himself with the bullet catch. Maybe they put on some music, and maybe they dance a bit together before Aziraphale remembers himself and says “angels don’t dance” or something to end it. In the Jane Austen ball scene when Aziraphale asks Crowley to dance, barring the subtitles are correct, Crowley replies with “you don’t dance?” not “WE don’t dance”. I think that’s an important distinction, that could point back to this night.

Book of life & Book of Love. Another thing S2 set up as cannon for S3 was the Book of Life. I have no clue what this could mean but I immediately thought of the Doctor Who episode “The Big Bang”. At the end of the episode, The Doctor doesn’t exist because wibbly wobbly timey wimey… stuff. But Amy realizes something isn’t right, that someone is missing. She ends up bringing The Doctor back through her memories, simply because ‘something loved cannot be truly forgotten’. What does this have to do with GO? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Just where my head is at, and I could see someone being erased from the book of life (one of our ineffable idiots for example) being undone in a similar vein. Love is the strongest force in existence, stronger than anything angels, demons, or God themself could understand.

Crowley will make a whale. Well, okay maybe that’s too literal of a statement? To be fair God never says to make a whale, Job says that's what he thinks she means. But look, he’s going to get to talk to God right? I think of the questions God asked Job. Did you set the constellations in the sky? Crowley did, S2E1 we watched him do it. Do you know the rules of the heavens? Crowley does, we even see him explain (gr)mavity to Jimbriel. Can you send lightning and get it to report back? Crowley can, we saw it after he got in his little argument with Aziraphale. Did you teach the ostrich to run? Maybe? Is this an allegory for telling Gabriel to go to Alpha Centauri? Or the peacocks to fly? Beez? Miss Sandwich? look its God okay not everything is going to be straightforward. Anyway, I think it’s clear our demon will get to ask his questions, he might not get answers, but he will get to ask the questions.

It begins as it will end, with a garden. Not the garden of Eden this time, but perhaps a garden at a cottage in The South Downs. Or.. maybe the Garden of Eden. If you've not read the short story "In The End" by Mr Neil Gaiman himself, please do, it's only a page long and it's lovely. I bought an extra copy of Fragile Things just so I could cut it out and glue it in the last page of my copy of Good Omens. Anyway, it's a brief but beautiful imagining of the last book of The Bible, in which God gives the Garden of Eden to humanity. I love the idea that human souls might return to Eden after their time on Earth. I also (and I know I'm in the vast minority) love the idea of Crowley and Aziraphale choosing to somehow embrace mortality to fully enjoy life on Earth with each other, and therefore themselves being able to return to the Garden of Eden with each other someday.

WELL! Did anyone actually read this? If you did, you’re insane just like me and I love you for it! Please let me know your ideas!

#good omens #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens meta #good omens art #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #ineffable idiots #help #its consuming me #i cant wait 2 more years neil #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale #aziracrow

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vitzi9 · 9 months

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Can I request as ethan landry as a bf? thanks!

(Toxic relationship with female reader)

Toxic Ethan Landry as a bf

bro why is he so pretty. i could stare at this gif for hours

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

Thanks for all the request you've been sending me! I'm working on them don't worry.

TW/CW: ghostface Ethan, murder, manipulation, stalking, voyeurism, obsession, sickness, throwing up, food poisoning

I hope that's what you wanted. I have difficulties with headcanon because I feel they're all the same? I don't know how to explain but it's hard to find new ideas that no ones ever mentionned before. Still, i liked writing this. (27/07/2023) (2 232 words)

Toxic Ethan Landry who has access to all your private life on your phone. It's his morning journal at this point, he just kinda read what you liked, retweeted or sent.

He'll spend minutes filtering the accounts you follow to see if you started following someone he doesn't know. Or if someone followed you, which is worse in his opinion. Most of the time, it's porn account with big tits but Ethan still doesn't like it because he's scared you'll fall in love with them. (he knows they're fake accounts, he doesn't care)

Toxic Ethan Landry who already thought about sending you a dick pic to see what your reaction would be. (he never did it, he probably never will either)

Toxic Ethan Landry who made multiple fake accounts to dm you on different social media to test your loyalty. And you, on the other hand, tell him how you're confused because you usually don't get any dm?? And suddenly you get plenty ? You don't even have a profile picture on some social media and you still get dm?

"The world finally understands how pretty you are!" he tells you. But it's him, him and only him. He blocks every guy he deems too pretty so you never see them. So you never get tempted to leave him.

He's happy you don't answer to any of his dm and sad because that also mean you don't answer him.... He's confused.

Toxic Ethan Landry who made a 'fan account' of you just to see how you'd react to someone with as much devotion, to test the water. You have no idea it's him and when you learn about it, you're a little creeped out because what the fuck ? A stranger did that ? And it's just picture of you in your classes from different point of view. You looking at the board, you writing, you dozing off.

Of course your boyfriend would help you file a complaint. He goes to the police station with you, supporting you. And, oh, detective Bailey is in charge of your case ! He's so nice with you, asking you to calmly explain him the situation and he even lets your boyfriend stays in the room with you. You don't understand why a detective and not a normal cop is taking your complaint but you're happy someone is simply even taking it.

And when you go back home hands in hands with your boyfriend, you feel a little better because you have hope you're protected. And your tension lessen thanks to Bailey who didn't judge you and stayed patient.

"I'm happy you like him, love." Ethan tells you fondly and you don't quite understand but you just think he's happy you feel at ease.

While Ethan is just really fucking happy he finally introduced you to his family and is delighted you like his father.

Toxic Ethan Landry who saw the text Mindy sent you. Because he reads every one, and especially those you send Mindy, of your messages. She was trying to prove you Ethan was Ghostface, she didn't have any proofs, he knew that. But you've been friends with her longer than you've been with him, she had that advantage in which you'd trust her if she was convincing enough.

And she was reminding you about how weirds things keeps happening to you ever since he's in your life. Some of your friend's contacts in your phone have been deleted, you lose your keys at least once every week just the day where your roomate isn't here and you have to go sleep at his place instead, he keeps giving his opinion on things that are directed to you. It's not even big things, it's Tara asking you if you saw one certain film and if you want to go see it and Ethan's all like "I heard this movie wasn't really good! Don't worth seeing it." And Mindy always snaps at him because "damn, nobody asked you?"

And that, right now, is why her fucking girlfriend fucking died.

Mindy keeps insisting that he's weird, that sometimes you can't make it to your friend's parties because he's all clung to you and keep begging you to stay. Or she mentions how you told her you felt bad because you always lose your homework and you often end up copying on your boyfriend. Her main argument is that he's using "passive control" over you.

"Never trust the love interest" she'd repeat. "you won't dare leave him because he's making it look like he's nice and you'll feel bad for leaving him when he's a literal demon"

And Ethan starts to freak out because you genuinely start to see everything she highlights. But he still has times, because he knows you love him. You're simply starting to have questions.

Questions Ethan can't answer.

Toxic Ethan Landry who know you want to have a good, serious conversation with him. He knows you'll ask him about the deleted numbers, he knows you'll ask him about the lost homework, or simply all the things you lost in general. And you lost damn lot of things because of him.

And each time you come back home, ready to talk, Ethan's already here. You guess your roomate let him in. He's always doing a chore before you, doing laundry, cooking, vacuuming or sometimes he just sleeps (well, he makes it look like he does anyway). And you always feel bad for wanting to talk to him when he's so nice to you.

Because he doesn't have to clean your home, it's yours, not his. But he still does it. Because he's your perfect boyfriend.

"Ethan, I wanted to... you say, setting your bag on the nearest table. You have to talk to him, it's been haunting you for days ! He looks at you, eyes bright. He came back from his classes two hours ago and he's cleaning your windows. The floor, you noticed, has been vacuumed and mopped. He only wears a shirt and a boxer, because he knows it alters your concentration and just eases your anger in general when you see his ass. Even more when he's doing chores, he looks like he's your husband. -Yes sweetheart ? Something bothering you?" with a bright smile as he's always happy to see you get back home, and he knows he won again because you change subject.

Toxic Ethan Landry who, strangely enough, never argues with you. Because somehow, he's always agreeing with you. Or, at the end of the day, you changed your mind.

"I want to take somes vacation", you'd say. And Ethan despises your idea because that mean you'll leave him alone for some time. But he won't tell you, because he's your perfect boyfriend.

"Yes, that's a good idea. You deserve a break."

But suddenly, you can't go because your roomate announces you that they won a prize on internet on a contest they don't even remember participing in. And they won a ticket for a trip to another country. So you can't leave because you'd leave the apartment empty, something you can't do in such a big city like yours. So now you have to wait before leaving.

So you announce the new to Ethan, a few hours later. He already knows it, of course. He's the one sending the damn ticket and he's the one putting a mic in your phone.

But you look so sad when you can't go on vacations so Ethan reassures you, telling you that as soon as your roomate comes back, both of you'll leave on vacations for a week, just the both of you. And you want to leave so badly that the idea of Ethan bringing you in another country is making you dream so you agree.

Or when you're on the verge of leaving because Ethan couldn't prevent you to do so sooner, bad news are thrown at you. You're trying to do one last laundry to put one or two clothes more in your baggage when the washing machine stops working. Then the fridge is acting weird, the TV is disconnected and if everything does not prevent you of leaving, you're being robbed while you're out.

Now, you just can't leave. That'd be too dangerous to leave your apartment (your roomate!) alone, even for a week, especially for a week.

You're angry, of course. Insulting whoever decided to break into your house and Ethan supports you throught it all. You're telling him how it's always hard to leave a few days because you have the strange impression the fate against you. And maybe you're right.

Ethan is happy because that mean he gets to sleep at your place more often, 'just in case someone try to break in again'.

Toxic Ethan Landry, who, hates when you go to parties. You always offer him to come with you but he refuses. He hates parties because everyone is always drunk out of their minds and they're just all semi-naked and he hates the thought of you seeing someone else's body.

He does come, of course. He wouldn't think of leaving you alone.

Well, Ethan Landry doesn't come, Ghostface does. He's anrgy enough of thinking you'd leave him alone while you're out with your friends to kill whoever is on the way. He's mad at you, but he can't be for long. He grabs the first fucker aside form the group he sees and plunges his knife in him withtout waiting. All he needed was a witness to run away telling everyone what happened, so you'd have to leave the party.

And that's what happens. Everyone runs everywhere, they're pushing each other yelling, and he hopes no one hurt you because other wise the night will be much longer than expected. He already hid his costume in the bag in his car by now. He searches for you and eventually, he finds you.

You're with your friends, you don't understand what's happening but you're leaving too. It warms his heart seeing you here. It's as if you're seeking refuge in his presence. So he endulges you and joins you, your friends recognize him so they just let you go. You're drunk. He knew you'd be as you don't go out much, so when you do, you completly let go. He still doesn't like it but it eases him the work. He won't have to explain why he's already here when you haven't even called him.

After that, everything is back to normal. You're both in pajamas, cuddling in bed. You're fast asleep and Ethan loves it. And when you wake up the next morning, he simply tells you that your friends called him to come pick you up. That he doesn't know what happened but he's happy you're safe.

Toxic Ethan Landry who, when thinks you start to avoid him just a little too much, is pissed the fuck off, and is obligated to poison your food. Because your stupid little friend Mindy is always in your fucking business when she should be crying the death of her fucking girlfriend and leave you both alone. And she's telling you that Ghostface attacked again, that your boyfriend's behaviour is just too weird and Ethan doesn't realize it but he fully death glare her when she talks now. Because you always defended him until now, he thought he was safe.

But you start having doubts.

And if it wasn't for his damn family's plan Mindy would be long gone by now. Because she just loves ruining your life, right ? But he'll talk about her to his dad later, because you're calling him. For the first time in three days. Three only (or three too much) because he didn't last long being ignored by you and he decided to act.

Food poisoning, a classic he must say. But it works. He's already packing his bag to come see you when he answers your call.

"Hi Ethan, I didn't want to bother you but do you have medicine? He hates that you didn't want to bother him, because before you'd have called him because of a headache or because you're hungry. He knows by now, your stomach hurt like hell and you probably threw up once or twice. He's sorry but it was the only option. "Aw, you're sick baby ? I'm coming. you can hear him move in the other side of the phone, you're assuming he's putting some clothes on. Did you eat ? I bet you didn't. I'll find you something to eat, okay ? Try to sleep, love. I won't be long."

When he arrives a few minutes later, he feeds you, gives you medicine and ensures your fever doesn't increase. He doesn't like seeing you in pain. But he's glad you called him. Because you were distancing yourself from him. And you know damn well you just can't do that.

And he hates to think like that but somehow, you deserved it. Because you should trust him and not her. Because he's your perfect boyfriend who'd never do harm. Because he's the love of your life.

But it'll taught you how you can't live without him. He thinks he'll have to change plan now. It seems being too nice makes you think he's weak.

But he's everything but weak, especially when you're concerned.

#ethan landry #yandere ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry x y/n #yandere boy #yandere imagine #vitzi9writings #Toxic Ethan Landry

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 6 months

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Hello, it me :D

Idk how you want to structure this or how it's gonna sound when I try to type out what's in my brain rn, I do know that I want this to be a full hc tho

Ok. So. I've seen some art here & there of some of the M6 with their own children; mostly just babies but there are a couple older kids in the mix as well. This is where things in my head get weird so bear with me:

I'm thinking this ask could go three ways (I also don't know if Nadia & Portia will be able to fit in to this ask but it is what it is), and you can do just one of the options or all of them, I'll let you choose:

A. M6 reacting to MC telling them they're pregnant

B. M6 & MC mid-pregnancy preparing for the baby

Or C. M6 getting to hold their kid for the first time

Hopefully this makes sense I think it provides an opportunity for incredible wholesomeness whatever you decide :)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during MC's pregnancy

~ ohoho, now this, this is the kind of prompt that makes my heart sing! @themushroomgoesyeet I hope you're ready because I'm doing all three of those suggestions in here, just you wait >:3 - brainrot ~

Other baby-related hcs: M6 when someone hands them a baby

The M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

-- for the purpose of these headcanons and because I write for a gender-neutral reader, MC is pregnant with a baby that is equal parts their and their LI's DNA. This could have happened the traditional way (depending on how you envision your MC or if you headcanon your LI as trans), or simply by magical means. For my fellow trans men, seahorse dads are still dads! And to my fellow AO3 readers, mpreg is possible. Always. O.O --

Julian

For the first time in his life, he was well and truly speechless

And delighted. In fact, his speechlessness was because of the unforeseen tidal wave of joy that crashed over him as soon as you told him and it knocked all the air out of his lungs

Pulling you into an embrace as soon as he can move again and trembling with excitement: "Really? You're going to have my baby? We're going to be parents? I'm going to be a father? Haha!"

If he was bad about hovering before he's terrible about it now

Detailed research on all potential issues (which leads to him having crippling spirals over all the ways this could go wrong)

Auntie Pasha and Great-Grandma Mazelinka are here for it and so overwhelmingly supportive. It's hard to resist Julian's regular suggestions of bed rest because they make it so feasible

Mazelinka's soup was heavenly for your morning sickness

Julian collected at least three different remedies for every single pregnancy symptom you had and filled multiple notebooks with doctor's observations. Even down to tracking your sleep cycle

He also called in several favors to make sure that at least two other doctors would be available leading up to your due date - one for you and one for the baby. (he still insisted on being the main one)

He managed the birth impressively well - years of medical expertise kicked in and he went full "doctor" mode, keeping a cool head and open communication and anticipating every need

Until he held his child for the first time and had to sit down because his knees gave out. He has a whole new reason to live well

Asra

You know that panicked blushy face they make? Yeah, that was it

You briefly mistook it for horror - you know he likes surprises, but this is something else - but it was really his own panic at suddenly being plunged into a whole new world of emotion and instincts

Their first motion was to reach out and place their hand over your heart to confirm it through your bond, if only because they couldn't get their words to work and they needed that grounding touch

Once he's collected himself, he's over the moon. Is it terrifying? Sure, but it's also going to be the adventure of a lifetime, and it means building a new future and family with you! As parents!

They want to tell Aisha and Salim about it as soon as you're comfortable because they've done this before, they can help. And also because they’re going to be grandparents

Covers you with enchantments to keep you and the baby safe and happy and keeps a growing list of the most unhinged baby names to make you laugh. Faust likes to gently squeeze your bump

Makes every pregnancy craving you have and tries it with you, no matter how weird. He's got three years of practice being your caregiver and his patience for the mood swings is unending

Spends an hour every night with an ear against your baby bump, listening to them grow and thrive

Offers you every type of pain relief they can find. If not for your sake, then for theirs, because seeing you hurt makes them panic

Holds you the whole way through childbirth, no matter how messy, and stays so reassuring and supportive

Scared to hold the baby at first because he's so shaky from emotions. Won't put it down once he does

Nadia

The news is so unexpected that she just can't believe it at first

As in, her brain is genuinely incapable of immediately processing what you've just told her, so she just finishes her task before running it through her head a second time before it sinks in

The loudest gasp you've ever heard, you see her drop her teacup as her hands fly to cover her mouth and she stares at you in surprise

So happy. So, so, so very happy

She was never going to pressure you into having children. Between her driven nature and her ongoing loneliness, she'd resigned herself to never being a mother after marrying Lucio

But oh my! What a wonderful surprise! There's so much to do, she's slightly worried that nine months isn't going to be enough time

She sends for multiple physicians and invites several of them to live in the Palace through the pregnancy, and begins the interview process for your baby's pediatrician as well. She wants you healthy

Has the time of her life decorating the baby's future room and ends up getting so emotional looking at all the tiny clothes and shoes

Refuses to let you sleep by yourself. She doesn't want you to feel limited on a day-to-day basis at all, but she doesn't like you being alone for too long, especially during such quiet and precious hours

Prefers to hold off on giving her family any news or updates until she's had at least a few days to let it sink it. Each update she does send provokes a tidal wave of letters and advice and offers, not to mention Grandpa Namar's tear-stained letters of excitement

Has to hide sobs when she holds her child and announces its name

Muriel

Straight up disassociates. Not due to any fault of yours, it's just a lot. Especially given his own context for parenting (or lack thereof)

"Muriel, I'm pregnant." soul gets yoinked through the stratosphere

You know him well enough to expect him to need a moment, so you're not surprised when he shakily nods, takes a deep breath, and tells you he'll be back before dark before walking off into the trees

Deeply apologetic once he gets back because in hindsight ghosting you might not have been the most appropriate response

He's happy, if not deeply anxious, but he gets more and more excited with every pregnancy update

He makes the baby's crib himself, seeking out the tree with the best wood, chopping it up, designing and cutting the pieces, carving and sanding and painting them with the utmost care

As your due date gets closer he starts reverting to an old habit of his, waking up several times through the night with a need to keep watch for any dangers or discomforts and make sure you're warm

You wake up to this sometimes, with him sitting quietly next to you in bed, one large hand resting protectively on your belly, a quiet smile on his face as he stares at the cradle on the other side of the room and counts every tiny kick the baby lands on his warm palm

He doesn't hesitate to tell Asra, Nadia, (and yes, Julian) about your pregnancy, because he knows they'll be able to help you in ways he can't. Watching you in pain during birth is almost traumatic for him

Doesn't say a word when you hand him his baby, just looks back and forth between you and them in delight and awestruck joy

Portia

Screams. Legitimate, jaw dropped, lung-deep screaming

Yes it's because she's excited!!! You're pregnant! That's amazing!!

Funnily enough, she doesn't bring up telling anybody else until several weeks have gone by or until you suggest it. She's used to keeping secrets and this is so special she's still finding words for it

She's also more familiar with what pregnancy can look like, and she doesn't want to make any big announcements with you too early

Borderline obsessive about making sure that you're properly fed and cared for. She keeps every snack stocked, gives you massages every night, asks you about any symptoms and offers relief

She ends up inviting everyone over for dinner so you two can break the news to them together, and if one Devorak wasn't loud and emotional enough, two of them are almost too much for the roof

Mazelinka is quick to offer her services, whether that be bringing soup, taking you two (three?!) to Nevivon so the grandmas can help, grabbing one of the grandmas and bringing them here, etc

Pepi develops a new habit of bringing you stolen fish at least once a day to make sure your growing kitten is properly nourished. the smell doesn't help your morning sickness but you appreciate it

Portia cries every time she sits down to work on another onesie or baby blanket or cloth diaper, which is several times a day

When it's time for you to give birth, she holds your hands as tightly as you hold hers and nearly knocks a doctor out of the way to catch the baby

Full-on happy sobbing when she holds them. Gets jealous anytime someone besides you gets to hold them longer than her

Lucio

Assumes you're joking until you tell him otherwise because what

It's not that he's against it, but realistically speaking he knows that one of him is already a lot to handle. And you're cooking another??

Once you convince him, his exuberant yells startle flocks of birds from the treetops in a half-mile radius. Speaking of trees ...

You two are journeymen. Where are you going to settle down?

You end up picking a spot close enough to Vesuvia for your old friends to be able to help, in a town where you know you'll have a fresh start. Buying a cottage is hard when you're used to a palace

Lucio occasionally remembers his mother's comments about how her pregnancy with him made the Red Plague seem like a summer cold, and then he panics about how much pain you must be in

Sits bolt-upright in bed four months in to your pregnancy in a cold sweat because it just hit him that your belly bump is actually an entire tiny human that's half him and half you and it's miraculous

Starts talking to your bump almost constantly after that

Everything from what the dogs are doing, to the right way to start a fire, to the best types of cookies - he's telling it all to the bump

Does he know, logically, that your baby isn't likely to be born missing an arm because of his amputation? Yes. Does he still have an irrational fear of that happening? Also yes.

Has such a hard time controlling his frustration during the birth when you're in pain and there's nothing he can do about it

Wraps his golden arm in a baby blanket and doesn't care about the mess the first time he holds them and presses a kiss to their head

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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itsohh · 4 months

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Mortal Kombat 1 Intros

A/N: I always wanted to do some of these, this is sort of the 1.5 chapter from my fic, Electra Heart. You can still read without it but the idea is that your a 'secret' popstar to your now partner Johnny. This is you out of costume and set post game epilogue.

Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Liu Kang, Mileena, Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Ashrah

Warnings: Hint of something suggestive (if you squint)

Electra Heart

Johnny Cage

Johnny: You know after this we should run a bath, help relax your muscles.

You: I'd bet you'd like that. Johnny: Trust me I have this massive bathtub in the ensuite that you're going to love. Promise to show it to you after we’re done here.

You: Johnny it's really fine if your busy you didn't need to cancel your plans-

Johnny: Hey if my girl’s feeling down there's nothing in all the realms that can stop me from trying to cheer her up. Let's get you destressed babe.

Johnny: God damn your hot when you fight. Have I told you that before?

You: Only every time we spare.

You: Where do you get all your glasses?

Johnny: Come on, babe, a magician never reveals his secrets.

Johnny: Still thinking about that thing you did with your-

You: -Johnny. We have an audience.

Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi: Johnny makes you happy, even I can see that.

You: I feel weird when you make blind jokes and they say I spend too much time around him.

You: Johnny really appreciates you, you know that? You’re like a brother to him now.

Kenshin: If he appreciates anyone it's you.

You: That's not the same.

You: So how's it feel to be a secret agent in your black fancy suit?

Kenshi: Different, but good.

Kenshi: Why Johnny?

You: I like a man that can make me laugh.

You: So what was your plan if you went to the tournament and then never got Sento?

Kenshi: Originally I figured I could steal while he slept.

You: How did that work out for you?

Kenshi: He's surprisingly very aware even when asleep.

Liu Kang

You: Man, I hate fighting you.

Liu Kang: Why's that?

You: Feel like I'm fighting my mum. It's weird that you're the creator of all things.

Liu Kang: Is there any way I could convince you to bring your all against Johnny? You holding back is only limiting both your skills.

You: Sorry Liu Kang that's not happening any time soon.

You: I kinda miss the academy. It was so peaceful.

Liu Kang: You’re welcome back anytime.

You: Think my manager would kill me.

You: If we’re just split in a timeline does that mean we're less than people? Am I just a carbon copy of the original?

Liu Kang: No. Multiple versions of you there may be but all have equal value and all are worthy of life.

You: How come you didn't contact Titan me? Surely I would help no?

Liu Kang: I summoned you as a request for help but you did not respond.

Mileena

You: So how come you’re so…you… now but when we were in the lab you weren't?

Mileena: The bloodlust overcame me. I am in control now.

You: What you have done for those with tarkat is incredibly honourable- no- kind. Not everyone would offer such support. I know you don't do it for praise but I can't help but respect you so much for it.

Mileena: People with tarkat are people too and deserve to be treated with respect.

You: Not to sound like Johnny but you really are stunning Mileena. Nothing like a beautiful, smart and empathic leader.

Mileena: Not many would genuinly say that while I look like this. Thank you.

Mileena: I'm surprised you’re not Earth's champion, you fight well.

You: I'm already famous in Earthrealm, I don't want to be famous in Outworld as well.

You: I'm sorry for your mother's loss, I didn't know her for long but I could tell she was an outstanding woman and a great mother. Evidence is you and Kitana.

Mileena: She had her flaws and I intend to improve on what she started.

Scorpion

You: Do you mind not using the uh rope thingy against me? I'd prefer not to have rope burns.

Scorpion: I never leave permanent marks from sparring but so be it, I can beat you without it.

You: ...Yay.

You: Was Bi-Han always like this?

Scorpion: He was competitive and ambitious but I could never fathom him betraying us.

Scorpion: You are surprisingly like Johnny, originally you hid your playful manner well.

You: Uh yeah we were in a professional setting, we aren't now.

You: Soooo how's the Shirai Ryu?

Scorpion: Growing stronger every day. Tomas was right to initiate Hanzo.

You: Got to say, not a lot of people rock yellow well so kudos to you.

Scorpion: Focus.

Sub-Zero

You: You know if you really wanted to show your power and defend Earthrealm you could start by refreezing the ice caps.

Sub-zero: Your mockery ends when I tear your tongue from your throat.

You: So violent.

You: I have to admit if you weren’t so…you…then you would be a good-looking dude.

Sub-zero: My appearance matters not, you will be dead before you lay eyes on me.

You: You’re one ice cold hearted bastard you know that? I do not envy your lonely life.

Sub-zero: You won’t have a life to envy.

You: Does it hurt? Knowing that Tomas is a more honourable man, more of a brother than you could ever dream to be?

Sub-zero: That matters not when you have this power.

You: Hey, it's the spineless prick.

Sub-zero: It will be you without a spine.

Shang Tsung

You: Ugh, it must be exhausting scheming up so many plans. I barely know what I want myself to do let alone other people.

Shang Tsung: Well, some people were made to lead others to follow. It seems you are a latter sheep.

You: I'm not going to bother and try to get you to see empathy it's a waste of time for a man without emotions.

Shang Tsung: I assure you I have emotions, one with be glee when I win this fight.

You: Yellow so isn't your colour.

Shang Tsung: You can lie to yourself but don't lie to me.

Shang Tsung: Nightingale, I would say it's a pleasure but I think we’re past that.

You: Ah fuck, Outworld knowing my stage name is the last thing I need right now.

Shang Tsung: Not Outworld, just me. I do my research and you're an interesting woman to learn about.

You: Again with the smug-looking smirk? Maybe you should contract tarkat, perhaps your smile then would be pretty.

Shang Tsung: You think I would be so reckless to contract tarkat? Perhaps you’re less intelligent than I gave you credit for.

Nitara

You: This victim complex you lot wear is kinda pathetic honestly.

Nitara: Perhaps you would understand did your race was starving.

You: It's called sustainability, perhaps you should look it up.

You: Maybe you should evolve to feed on each other. Feel like this would be a win-win for everyone.

Nitara: We won't need to when I take you.

You: Honestly killing when you feed? Rookie mistake should have caught and released.

Nitara: Easier said in retrospect.

You: I read up on Vaeternus's history. You did this to yourselves, if a race can't survive without damning another then they shouldn't exist.

Nitara: I will feed Vaeternus no matter the cost.

You: Bleh bleh I vant to suck your dick- hahaha. Sorry, I can't take you lot seriously. Like seriously vampires?

Nitara: You mock us but you underestimate our power.

Ashrah

You: How are you finding Earthrelm?

Ashrah: It's more incredible than I ever could have dreamed of.

You: If you ever find yourself in LA. Come visit, my home’s always open to you and your sister.

You: I'm not one for serious talk but you chose to follow a better path when you saw a possibility. You turned your back on everything I know which is more than I can say about many humans. You the furthest thing from a demon that I've met.

Ashrah: I would say you're flattering me but I can see it in your eyes you mean it.

Ashrah: Earthrelm is so bright. So full of life, I'm proud to call it my home.

You: And we're proud to call you one of our defenders.

You: When you have time free I'd love to show you all that Earthrelm has to offer.

Ashrah: I'd love my sister to experience that as well.

You: Only if you’re cool if Johnny tags along. He'll definitely want to when he catches wind of our plans.

Ashrah: I can agree to that.

Ashrah: It's strange. Ever since Johnny released his ‘film’ people have been approaching me on the odd occasion about a ‘cosplay'.

You: Yeah, you might have to change up your look if it gets annoying.

Ashrah: I don't mind it, it's nice to have such happiness and excitement from strangers.

#johnny cage x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #johnny cage

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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what are your thoughts on the cheeky lil cow boy (belphie)

Ah yes, Belphegor, a bit of a polarizing character in general, I think. People seem to either really love him or really hate him.

Generally speaking, I think he's deceptively cunning, but not in a malicious way. He's pretty chill most of the time, but he'll do stuff like manipulate his brothers to get them to do his chores for him. Except for Beel, of course. And really they are a unit. Belphie is always ready to fight for Beel and vice versa. But I also really like how they just quietly support each other. Someone will say oh Belphie fell asleep in this weird place and Beel will immediately be like I'll go get him. Or Belphie will be like we need to make sure we bring food to this thing because Beel will get hungry. Like they're just always thinking about each other and I think that's really sweet.

Belphie will also call people out if he wants to. If he has no reason to keep it to himself, he'll straight up tell you if he thinks you're doing something questionable. And his issues with Diavolo indicate to me that he has a problem with authority, like he would be more defiant if he wasn't also lazy lol.

Inevitably, though, we can't really talk about Belphie without discussing the Lesson 16 Incident. At this point, I think most people are aware of those events, but just in case, I'll put the rest of this under a read more. And also it's kinda lengthy, so be forewarned lol.

First of all, I have to say that I was honestly so confused about what was happening in Lesson 16 that I didn't fully understand that Belphie had killed MC. I had to read it multiple times and then read what other people were saying about it. So I never had an intense reaction to it.

But to be fair, it wasn't like we didn't know there was something weird going on the whole time. I knew it was the youngest brother locked up there and it seemed like it was wrong, so that made Lucifer out to be the bad guy of the situation. Then it turns out that wasn't the case at all.

Belphie is manipulative. That's just part of his character. And when he has something that he's trying to do, he's going to use that skill to get it.

Some people are still mad at Lucifer for locking Belphie up at all. Some people are obviously quite upset that Belphie killed MC.

But here's what I think.

It isn't that black and white. Aside from the confusing time travel shenanigans, this event is one of the most realistic things that has ever happened in the story.

Belphie shared Lilith's love of humans. Together they wanted to learn more about the human world. It would be easy for him to blame himself for her interest and what ultimately led to her death. But even if he didn't, he saw the way that it tore his entire family apart.

It wasn't just that his dad got mad at his sister and they had an argument or something.

It was that his dad was going to end his sister's existence and in defiance, his older brother rebelled. And there was a war. This was not some squabble. This was siblings fighting siblings.

Belphie watched his brothers and sisters fight and hurt and kill each other and it all came back to Lilith falling in love with a human.

And then he fell with his brothers, cast out of his home, losing everything he's ever known. His brothers are changing and suffering just like he is.

They don't talk about it. They clearly all keep secrets regarding it still, things that don't come out until MC comes along. Which is supposedly thousands of years after the fact (at least in OG). That means Belphie has had all that time to let that trauma fester. To let it twist inside him. To let it morph into the one thought that became most dominant: that humans are bad.

Is that a fair assessment of what happened? No, of course not. But we're dealing with a war traumatized fallen angel that clearly hasn't worked through any of these feelings in thousands of years.

And then he defies Diavolo and Lucifer panics.

Yes, Lucifer should have found a better way of handling it. But remember what happened to him when he defied authority? He is trying his best to protect Belphie. He is trying not to lose another sibling. He is also still traumatized and therefore overreacting out of fear.

And so was Belphie.

Imagine being locked up like that and a human comes along. A human is free among your brothers to do whatever terrible things humans do while you're powerless to stop them. Of course he's going to try to manipulate that human into setting him free. Of course he's then going to eliminate them because humans have been historically bad for his family.

I read this situation as Belphie being both afraid and angry that a human - the thing he's convinced himself was the main cause of his sister's death - has become so close to his brothers and has the access to his family that could cause another rift among them.

You could say that it was Belphie's idea to get MC to have all the pacts, but that isn't really true, either. By the time MC meets Belphie, they already have a pact with two of his brothers. He sees them already starting to worm their way into his family. And he knows that the only way to get out of the attic is to encourage it. He doesn't really have a choice.

Maybe everyone can now call me a Belphie apologist. But I'm always coming at this from an outside fictional standpoint. I'm like listen he's a flawed character and it's actually pretty realistic of him to react this way considering the circumstances.

However, he did kill MC. And that's why my own MC, Ciaran, has issues with Belphie for a while. It's also traumatic to have someone kill you, so it isn't like I'm saying MC should just forget about it or forgive Belphie immediately. I think it probably should have taken a lot more time for MC to trust Belphie again. Certainly that part of the story was a bit rushed.

But they're dealing with lesson format constraints and also it's a silly otome game so I guess fully formed character arcs can't be expected. Especially since we aren't dealing with routes and they have to cram everybody into the same set of lessons.

In the end, I think Belphie is an interesting and complex character. I think there's a lot of space to explore more about this particular aspect of him, but due to the format of the media and the lack of routes, his more in depth character arc just doesn't exist.

I personally have no problem with Belphie as a character, but I also understand why people don't like him. I am always of the opinion that everyone is free to love or hate or have any emotions at all about fictional characters lol. This is just my personal opinion.

#sorry I didn't mean to get into Belphie character analysis #but it all just kinda came out and once I started I couldn't stop #I don't normally write essays like this about characters that aren't Barbatos lol #though I could probably write essays about all of them if I wanted to #obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om belphegor #om belphie #anon asks #misc answers

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DR3 - Aftercare

Request: No.

Genre: Fluffff

Triggers: mentions of sexual acts

Summary: Daniel knows exactly how to help you after a tough day. He also knows how to take care of you after hes done with it.

Not proofread - 2k words

You were sitting on the white bedsheets of the big bed in the middle of yours and Daniels room, scrolling through your phone mindlessly. You were slowly getting tired but your night was far from over, that was for sure.

Daniel and you had been planning a new scene, it was something new. You had explored into almost every direction of the kinky world, finding out what you like and what you don’t. Your sex was amazing, well communicated and probably your favorite thing to do after a stressful week.

Most of todays scene had been planned by Daniel himself, you were left mostly in the dark, it was meant to be a surprise. All he had told you was that it would involve some rope, favorite toys and wax, you had never really worked with temperature play of any sort before. So today would be the day you’d get to experience that for the first time.

The closer time moved to Daniel finally getting home you got more and more nervous about what was going to happen very soon from now. It was a weird mix of anticipation and a sort of fear, not in a bad way but still scary.

The door clicked open and all you were able to focus on was Daniels steady footsteps making its way toward the room you were so patiently waiting in.

The door clicked open and you were greeted with your boyfriends beautiful smile. “Well someone has been waiting for me!” he said still smiling. “How was your day love? Everything aright?” he asked, not wanting to overwhelm you with immediately jumping into action. He sat down right next to you and pulled you in between his legs and into his strong arms. “It was okay, little stressful but nothing too big, glad not to do night shifts anymore.” You replied snuggling into his embrace.

“Stressful huh? Might be able to help you with that one.” He replied with a smirk now lining his lips. “Is that so? Well go ahead then Mr. Riccardo, I’m waiting” you replied. You could feel him through his jeans. Now slowly moving on him. “Oh?” he just replied before his lips captured yours in a kiss, flipping you to now lay under him in a quick motion.

You were seeing stars. Deep in the subspace you got into after intense scenes, tears rolling down your cheeks. The pleasure and pain were too much, by the time Daniel was done with you your brain refused to form any coherent thoughts.

Daniel had already gone to the bathroom to clean himself very quickly. You just laid there, unable to move. Still lost in the bliss of what he gave you tonight. Images of the steamy scene flashing before your eyes, your body still reminding you how amazing it was. Before you knew it he was back with a damp towel.

He finally, slowly started to release the rope around your body, its like it had kept your body together, otherwise you might have fallen into pieces under the pleasure. Your body now completely limp in his gentle hands as soft praises fall from his lips. He massaged your body and left sloppy kisses over the places where the rope had dug into your skin.

You were just laying there, still not down from your high completely, deep in the headspace. Despite having been there multiple times you were still in awe about how he could make it incredible and this perfect all the time. It never got boring, he liked to be the one on top but that didn’t mean he was always on the giving end of things. You both really loved where your relationship was at, the gentleness, the loving moments, the support for each other’s careers and of course your great sex life. You never thought you’d find a man like him yet here you were just over a year in a relationship with him.

You remembered when he took you out to dinner for the first time. You had never seen the man so shy when he walked up to you in the paddock and shyly asked for your number. You had worked for McLaren for a while at that point, but it looked like it had taken Danny quite a while to work up the courage to actually ask you out.

He took you to a magical Italian restaurant, small but cute. Off the grid, soft music playing and the chatting of the few other visitors in the background. The food was just as good. You could almost taste the passion it was made with. Daniel wore a white shirt, the top two buttons undone, Sleeves rolled up, a goofy smile on his face and a rose in his hands as he greeted you. You had been crushing on the attractive Australian for quite some time as well but that was the night it clicked. You fell helplessly in love with him, his big brown eyes, the kind you could get lost in for hours.

The way he talked, his face lit up when he talked about his passion and the concentrated look when he was listening to you speak. He took you back to your hotel and made sure you got there safely before leaving.

He was so excited when you went public and finally told his friends about the two of you. Finally getting to show off his girl. Having you travel with him and meeting his family when you were in Australia. The way he loved nature, sports, animals, dirt bikes, stargazing, cuddling and campfires. All the small details you learn about someone. The dark ones as much as the happy ones.

“hey, hey- are you with me love?” your boyfriend soft voice reached your ears.

All you could manage was a tiny nod. You had gotten so lost in your own head you didn’t properly hear him at first. “Okay, I’m gonna clean you up okay? This might burn a little, the wax could hurt a little when I’m getting it off your skin okay. Hand on mine, squeeze it if you need me to stop or need a break, okay?” Again, you nodded as he slowly began to work his way down your body, getting off the leftover wax and spots of sweat.

He soon reached your core. It was torture, not pleasure, it just stung, but you knew it was necessary to keep you safe and comfortable. “Good Girl, you’re doing great, I’m almost done.” He finished up quickly. The whole pleasure had a downside, one you gladly accepted as it was still so small compared to these hours spent in bliss.

Finally laying down next to you pulling you into him. You were still like a puddle, barely able to move your limbs on your own. The tiniest “Ow.” Left your lips as you looked up at Daniel with glossy eyes. A tear escaped your eye.

Daniel looked at you ever so gently. Starting to slowly draw circles on your back, whispering assuring words. It was no news you could drop like this, especially after more intense scenes but Daniel was okay with that, he loved taking care of you. It also helped him calm down, enjoying your embrace.

The dominants in a dynamic needs aftercare too. Its just as important for Daniel to feel comfortable just as it is for you. Since you typically took the most physical impact you needed a lot of cleaning up and physically taking care after while Danny needed more of a emotional support. It was just as satisfying for him as it was for you to take care of you.

You were exhausted. Daniels body transferring warmth to yours as you began to cool down. Your thoughts started to make sense again. Your eyelids got heavy.

“I’m sorry love, no sleeping yet. Let’s get you to the bathroom and grab some water.” Daniel said, almost feeling bad for having to take you out of the comfort of the bed. You gave him a disapproving growl. He chuckled a little. “Come on ill get the bath started. Go pee and have some water.”

You stand up on shaky legs, holding onto Daniel for support. Making small steps to the bathroom before sinking down next to the bathtub. The hot water started flowing into the big bath as you took a sip of water. The liquid felt amazing slowly rehydrating your dry mouth and throat. Too much liquids had been lost from your body.

“Okay baby I think this is warm enough. Do you want me to join you or do you want alone time?” Daniel asked. “Join me please.” You said quietly. The steady flow of the water stopped and Daniel stepped into the tub. You followed right after him.

You get settled between his legs, head resting on his chest again. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” The Australian asked. You wanted to say yes, you loved him just as much. All the little things, every flaw and every ever so perfect part of him. You couldn’t say yes. Not because you think he didn’t love you but because you knew how deeply the man felt. Every emotion so strong it would probably break a normal person. But not Daniel, he felt everything in his bones, his body, everywhere. So no, you could probably never comprehend what he felt being with you. But he tried to show you every chance he got and that was all you needed to know how loved you were.

Danny pushed the two of you into a sitting position and began slowly scrubbing down your body with a soft sponge drained in lotion. You leaned into the gentle touch of his hands. “Well I don’t but im sure I love you even more” you just answered. “Pretty sure that’s impossible love.” He just responded as he kept doing circular motions along your back.

He quickly rinsed your hair and body of any access products, he turned attention to himself but you stopped him. “Let me do it please.” You said wanting to give back at least a little bit of what he gave you. You turned around and got to work. The fact Daniel was quite ticklish made moments like these incredibly fun, the lightness and kind of childlike behaviors were just adorable.

You stepped out of the water that was now slowly getting colder again and Daniel captured you in a towel, you let out a little squeak and wiggled in his grip. “I’m never letting you go.” Daniel said nuzzled into the back of your neck. “good because you’re stuck with me.”

You had regained a little bit of your energy and were now lying comfortably snuggled in the big blanket of your shared bed laying on top of Daniel.

His hand was drawing small shapes all over your body, the other wrapped tightly around your waist. You could hear his heartbeat bounce against your ear. The steady sound made you sleepy. You boyfriend started quietly humming a song you couldn’t quite make out. Before you could waste any more thoughts on it the soft vibration of his chest sent you to the land of dreams.

You woke up to the smell of pancakes. You immediately notice the absent warmth beside you.

The disappointment you felt was quickly replaced by happiness as Danny walked into the room balancing a plate of the amazing smelling pancakes that had woken you up.

“Good morning sunshine. I got you a little something” he smiled as he put the plate down next to the bed. You sat up and Daniel crawled back under the covers next to you. Instead of reaching for the delicious food on the bedside table Daniel reached to grab your wrists instead. He carefully looked at them. One of them had suffered a little bit of bruising from the events of the past night. Other than that your body was clean and didn’t show many signs of the fun you had except some hickeys around your collarbone and neck.

Daniel pressed some soft kisses onto the bruised skin. “Hm I did a good job ey?” He smiled. “Hope I didn’t hurt you too much baby.” “Don’t worry you didn’t, its okay” you responded. “Now can we please eat im dying looking at those pancakes.” You gave him big puppy eyes and he chuckled.

“So impatient..” he mumbled as he reached for the tray.

IKIK this is a little short but i still think its cute :> ill write something longer again soon i promise. Please send me requests im losing ideas by the second.

#f1 one shot #daniel ricciardo #dr3 x reader #aftercare #formula 1 x reader #danny ric #f1 fluff

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viridianevergarden · 16 days

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In Spite of it All (Part I)

A/N: I’ve been cooking again I fear. A new little fic I have made that will have multiple parts. I don’t know how many lol. The plan is for it to be Dual POV between Elriel. I hope you enjoy my madness.

Summary: Since Nyx’s birth, Elain has put herself forward as the family dinner cook as of late. Through the course of her long day’s work to prepare dinner for her loved ones, something unexpected happens.

Word Count: 5.7K

Key: sfw, Hurt/Comfort

Possible triggers: Not much, really. This one’s safe.

It was a family dinner night. A night that Elain had always looked forward to nowadays. Since Nyx’s birth, the occasional group dinners became more frequent. A few days a week where everyone in the Inner Circle gathered under the roof of the townhouse to laugh and dine together, and of course, to see precious Nyx.

And being one that enjoyed cooking and baking as much as she did, Elain had made an obligation out of it as she always had.

On days like this, she had to wake up early to begin preparations and plans in the kitchen. To decide what was on the menu for everyone and to set everything in motion, all for dinner to be finished at a reasonable time.

Ever the supporters they were, the wraith twins, Nuala and Cerridwen had also involved themselves in the hard work, claiming that a friend doesn’t perform that immense of a task all alone. Even if it was their job to help out in general just as they always had, Elain couldn’t find it in herself to thank them enough every single time. And so Elain spent most of the day in the kitchen busying herself with the twins by her side.

Here she stood, as she had been since dawn, flouring and kneading dough on the kitchen island. Elain kneaded the bread dough silently, focused entirely on her work. Nuala and Cerridwen were on the other side of the kitchen working on their own sides that they tasked themselves with.

Press and fold, press and fold, press and fold—

The words repeated in Elain’s mind as she worked, though she failed to realize that Nuala had called her name. Called her name again. Again.

“Elain?” A shadowy hand touched her flour-covered forearm. Elain flinched slightly, looking over at Nuala with wide eyes.

Her breath caught and then she swallowed in recognition. “Oh– Sorry, I was a little too focused. Yes?”

Cerridwen angled her head from afar, listening in silently as she whisked a pan of cooking lemon curd for one of the cakes that were to be made.

“Are you alright?” The half wraith gave her a comforting smile, minding none of the flour that now covered her hand.

“I am,” Elain reassured her with a smile of her own. “Was there something you needed?”

Nuala shook her head. “I was just checking in on you. Your face looked… Troubled.”

“I promise I’m alright, thank you for asking.” Elain beamed another smile at her before getting back to her kneading.

The twins exchanged a quiet look between one another when Nuala turned around. Elain had guessed that they didn’t believe her, though she wasn’t going to attempt to reinforce her claim.

Truth be told, news had indeed put a damper on Elain’s mood today. Feyre had forewarned that Lucien was coming to dinner tonight, just for the night. Per Feyre’s own request, she had guessed. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t before, especially since he first showed up in the Night Court but—

Her beloved sister’s persistence had always troubled her. Regardless of what Elain had said in the past, what she had declared and tried so hard to make clear in the kindest way she knew how, she— they both persisted through it all in some weird hopeful way.

Perhaps it was because Elain didn’t understand. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she hadn’t experienced the magical level of love or the ultimate correctness that her sisters had felt with their mates yet.

The circumstances had made her question, well, everything. Question why her bond had snapped into place so suddenly. Questioned why the sensations were merely akin to a tug on a rib. Questioned the—

Visions suddenly flit through Elain’s mind, cascading across her vision and echoing in her ears.

Clock hands striking an hour before midnight, the groaning of wood, the deafening shatter of glass, the loud cries of an infant, the feelings of fear and confusion, panic and anxiety—

And then they were gone as fast as they came.

Elain’s movements slowed to a stop, her hands merely falling to rest on the floured wood surface. More damning visions that haunted her. But these— These were extreme.

The female quickly finished kneading the dough before placing it into a large glass bowl and covering it in order to allow it to rise. She then cleaned her hands at the sink and took off her apron to set aside.

“I’ll be right back.” The twins blinked at one another before giving Elain the okay. She then hurried out of the kitchen, beelining for the nearest bathroom.

Elain closed the bathroom door behind her and took a deep breath, focusing entirely on the intricately designed black and white tiled floor.

Nearly all of Elain’s visions were disturbing in some way. They had always foretold all sorts of things, be they as serious as an attack or as minor as who would show up at the townhouse. Even in her dreams, they plagued her. But this vision had seemed— Elain knew that it foretold something happening within the townhouse. An infant’s cry— Nyx. Baby Nyx.

Not her nephew. Her precious nephew. If any harm came to him, to Feyre, anyone here— She had to tell them, Rhysand and Feyre.

Elain pushed herself off of the rich wood door, stepping forward to look herself over in the mirror. She was a mess, or so she thought to herself.

Her hair was messily braided off to the side, the length of the braid ending at her hip. Her bangs were no better, messy as they were, barely hanging on to where they were tucked behind her pointed ears.

Flour had also somehow ended up dusted on her cheek, though that came as no surprise to her. Such things always happened when she was absorbed into her craft.

She let out a quiet sigh and took a few minutes to clean herself up and look presentable, although she knew she was bound to get messy again, possibly even more so later on.

As soon as they arrived, she’d decided, Elain would let Feyre and Rhysand know what she saw. At the very least, they should know.

Taking one last deep breath to calm herself, she walked back out of the bathroom and returned to the kitchen to continue her work. After all, there was much for her to do. Even if disturbing sights haunted her every move.

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#acotar #elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #elriel fic #a court of thorns and roses

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a1sh1teruu · 9 months

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guns and needles ; c.jh

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

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

— wc: 10k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beep. Beep. Beep.

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it, I’m calling the police.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I come in?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you like your job?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck off, Jongho.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh, I wanna see him!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d very much like that.”

— tagging: @kflixnet @ateezlovenet @cromernet

#outlawtheproject #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez au #jongho x reader #choi jongho #choi jongho x reader

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ayamari-no-goshi · 2 months

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I've gotten some questions regarding whether or not I've abandoned fics (specifically the DP x DC ones)

I haven't, but please understand that it's a hobby. Sometimes life doesn't allow me to have time or the energy to want to work on my projects.

Let me just explain the BS that I dealt with in 2023 that's caused writing to go on a back burner for multiple reasons. These are in approximate order.

discovering a friendship was super toxic and person had gotten dangerous to be around. I still have to be very careful visiting a friend who still lives in his area because no one knows how he’ll respond (2023 started off great)

Surgery in Feb… I accidentally re-opened my stitches in March and never felt it happen

Harassment at work that eventually resulted in someone being banned… and the cops being called

First ocular migraine, which happened at worked and scared the shit out of me

First emergency at work that required a 911 call. (The officer that responded before the paramedics seriously looked like Dick Grayson. While my tech saw him too, I’m not convinced he was real)

I cut my finger open on a sword and had to get stitches. Don’t worry about it. I don’t

Trying to be emotional support for friends when online stressors kicked into high gear

Surprise DA inspection at work

Surprise FBI visit at work

Nearly getting caught up in a landslide in Scotland while on vacation (weird things like this are not abnormal when I travel. Also saw something weird in Loch Ness that same day. I think it was just a log though)

People saying disparaging things since I don’t particularly fit into the normal mold of one of my fandoms

Massive depressive episode

Probable concussion from sword - don’t worry about it

Set off DA investigation 1 at work

Set off DA investigation 2 at work

Was part of a sting operation at work

Hosted friends from out of state and country (one of the few good things from 2023)

My cat sat on my laptop and damaged it

Harassment and banishment round 2

Family member died and another ended up in the hospital on the same day for unrelated reasons

My fencing studio closed and I’m not adjusting well to the new one

Bullshit from work that’s just been non-stop since I set up and opened a pharmacy for them.

Honorable mention from 2024: a fire sprinkler pipe froze and broke and ended up flooding my pharmacy in Jan

#Goshi’s thoughts #2023 sucked #like it was bad #but this is why writing was so hard #I just don’t have the energy or want to write at the moment #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

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loveofmychips · 7 months

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get him back! - Steven Hyde x Reader

A/N: first time writing for That 70s Show! This is based on Season 1, and inspired by the new song, ‘get him back!’ by Olivia Rodrigo. I heard the lyrics and thought immediately of Hyde. Hope you love this, and let me know what you think. DISCLAIMER, I DO NOT SUPPORT DANNY MASTERSON, I AM WRITING FOR THE CHARACTER HYDE ONLY!!!

Summary: you decide you want to get your ex back….just in a more ‘sinister’ way

Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader

Word Counter: 3,512

Warnings: angst, slow burn, cursing, toxic relationship (pls don’t think this is healthy lol), lotsss of arguing, mentions of sex, harassment, alcohol

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I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring

He argued with me about everything

He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye

He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try"

You were introduced to the gang in the summer by Donna. You had been talking to her throughout sophomore year, and she decided you would be a perfect fit for the group.

Everyone was kind of weird, but you found it fun and loved how things were always different with them, especially when it came to Steven Hyde.

You had always thought he was cute, even before officially meeting him. His curly hair was something you wanted to touch and play with, and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses made him seem mysterious. Not to mention, who doesn't love a ‘fuck the patriarchy’ kind of attitude.

So, despite it taking a while to happen, you both eventually started dating at the beginning of the new year. And it was a complete trainwreck.

Hyde was the worst boyfriend at times. He never wanted to do the things you wanted, he would show up late to pick you up, and sometimes it felt like you were just convenient eye candy.

What made it worse? It was clear he had a thing for Donna, despite her and Eric wanting to be together.

After a month, others started to notice.

You were in the basement with Eric, working on a school project when Donna walked in.

"Hey, y/n, can we talk?" Donna asked as she sat on the couch.

"Well, we are kind of busy," Eric started before you interrupted with, "Yeah, sure."

Eric looked taken aback but put his book down anyway and sat back. "Right, it's not like we need to do schoolwork. Who needs education?"

"Eric, shut up," Donna rolled her eyes. "Look, we need to talk about you and Hyde... I don't know if you should keep going out with him."

There was an awkward silence before Eric got up. "I'm gonna... go anywhere but here," he said before rushing up the steps.

"What are you talking about?" You sighed, putting down your own books.

"He treats you like crap! I was at The Hub yesterday, and he showed up. I asked if you were with him, and all he had to say was, 'No,' and I know for a fact you were excited to have a movie night with him last night. You don't deserve to be treated like that!" Donna insisted.

You hesitated for a moment. That's where he was. It was bad enough he never showed up for your date at the theater, but the idea that he was with Donna instead made it even worse. You ended up drowning your feelings in buttered-up popcorn and the movie "Fun with Dick and Jane."

Most of the time when he wanted to hang out, he would drag you out to multiple parties and any club he could sneak you both into. If it was something you wanted to do, like a movie night, you would find yourself alone.

You shrugged it off, telling Donna, "Oh no. We actually canceled it. I wanted some alone time."

Donna saw through your excuse and tried to argue with you, but that day you insisted on moving on.

It didn't get better. You had more interactions similar to it, not only with Donna but soon with Eric, Jackie, and even Fez, all within the same week.

He said I was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth

And when I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin'

But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him

"Hyde, can we talk?" You asked softly as he flipped through a magazine next to you on the bed.

"What about?" He mumbled, not really paying attention to you. Not like he had been for the entire two hours you'd been at his house.

"Hyde, you stood me up last week. Can you put down the magazine?"

Hyde huffed and threw it down, saying, "There. What?"

You took a deep breath and sat up on his bed. "Look, I know you're not always the most romantic or anything, and I'm not trying to demand too much, but can we agree that if we set a date, you'll show up to it? It's really embarrassing for me, and others notice-"

"It's none of their business. Since when did you care what the others think?" Hyde questioned, his eyes narrowing at you behind his dark-tinted sunglasses. Despite wearing them, you always could tell his expression behind them.

"Well, I care when I get told by everyone that you treat me like shit," you stated in a point-blank manner.

Hyde chuckled a little, as if you were stating lies that were barely grazing his tough, shielded skin. "I don't treat you like shit."

"You ditched me last week! I think I have a right to want to talk about it, instead of you grunting your way through it like a caveman," you defended, glaring at the man in front of you.

Hyde was pissed. You always let him off the hook, and the one time you tried to talk about it, he was acting like you were the bad guy.

"I'm not grunting! You're making a big deal out of nothing. This is why guys are better off being single. Girls make everything so complicated," Hyde snapped.

You were shocked he suggested the idea of it, but why should you be? It makes sense, doesn't it? The reason Hyde is a horrible boyfriend is that he doesn't want to be your boyfriend.

"Really? You mean that?" You whispered. "Then let's make it easier for you. We're over."

"Y/n, hold on-"

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed your jacket and rushed out of his house. As you left, you vaguely heard his mom yelling at you both to keep it down because her program was on.

Luckily, she wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

So I write him all these letters, and I throw them in the trash

'Cause I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh

Yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting "send"

I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do

Two months later, you were still hanging out with the gang.

Strangely enough, you were fine with being around Hyde once you got over it. At least you thought you were. Hyde only tried once to talk to you about breaking up. As quickly as you shot him down, he backed off completely, and you two practically never had conversations longer than short one-liners of insults back at each other.

Despite all the bad, you found yourself mostly remembering the good. The reasons you liked him in the first place: Hyde made you laugh, he was one hell of a kisser, and he knew how to comfort you if you were upset about school or anything else that wasn't about him.

You found comfort in your journaling, writing out your thoughts constantly because if you admitted to Jackie or Donna you missed him at night, then they would surely yell at you.

You were content writing it out. At least you thought you were.

Prom night was coming up, and people were pairing up one by one, leaving you with only two options: go with Fez or someone you barely knew.

Both were not ideal.

You were with the girls at Donna's house as she showed off her cute outfit for Prom.

"These are the shoes I'm wearing to Prom! Aren't they cool?" Donna said, holding up silver low pumps with an excited smile.

"Oh my God, I was gonna get new shoes except Michael didn't ask me," Jackie replied before you could compliment the cute shoes.

Donna looked a little discouraged before turning around and grabbing her dress off the cabinet above the fridge. "You like my Prom dress, right?"

"Of course! It matches your eyes!" You grinned, holding the end of the beautiful blue satin dress.

"I was gonna get a new Prom dress... except Michael didn't ask me," Jackie said with a pouty expression, making you and Donna just awkwardly nod. Luckily, Donna knew how to move the conversation along.

"I'm so nervous about Prom! I think it's gonna be the night that Eric and I... you know?" Donna hinted, making Jackie state, "Oh my Gosh, that's when Michael and I were gonna do it the first time!"

"You and Kelso did it like two months ago, and like thirty times after that!" You groaned out. "Look, why don't you just ask Kelso to go with you if you're so desperate?"

Jackie gasped and looked on the verge of tears. "Okay, first off, it would've been the first time at a Prom! Second off, this is the Prom! This is not the time for your stupid feminist crap!"

The door opened to reveal Eric and Kelso. The door slammed, leading to a usual standoff between Kelso and Jackie. It felt like a wild west showdown.

"Hello, Michael."

"Hello, Jackie."

"I'm just here helping Donna get ready for Prom... because Eric and Donna are going to Prom," Jackie stated, with tears still in her eyes.

"Yes, we are," Eric nodded in agreement, making you roll your eyes at the awkwardness. Kelso chuckled and replied, "I'm going to Prom...". You and Donna looked at him in hope to end the pain of Jackie complaining, while Jackie's eyes widened up until he finished his sentence, "I'm taking Pam Macy."

Donna immediately stood up and bolted out of the room into her living room, to which Eric followed nervously.

"Well, I'm gonna go—" You started heading for the door until Jackie yanked your arm back to sit down at the dining table again.

"Well, I have a date too," Jackie stated in a matter-of-fact tone, making you look at her confused. Why in the hell would she lie about that?

Then Kelso's reaction made everything make sense.

"Who is it? What's his name?" Kelso interrogated, as if he was a detective finding out who the killer is. Jackie was a spoiled brat, but damn did she know how to get a reaction out of Kelso.

"His name is... not important. What's important is he's better than you, in every conceivable way," Jackie smirked, leaning back in her chair all smug.

"Well. Damn, Jackie! That can be anybody!"

I wanna get him back

I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

Jackie's brilliance shone through in her unintentional advice on getting back at Hyde. As for your story, here's the continuation with grammar and punctuation improvements:

That day, you left Donna's house with a passion you had never felt before. You wondered if this is how Hyde felt when he pulled pranks on the boys or did something bad. It felt risky, but also so damn good.

You ended up going to The Hub and found a guy from school, Ethan. You never had a particular interest in Ethan. He was sort of bland but popular at school for being on the basketball team. So why him?

You distinctly remembered that one afternoon when you were dating, Hyde thought the guys who played basketball on the team were stupid for wearing uniforms with shorts.

Plus, Ethan was still somehow available, so it was perfect, right?

Well, that's where you messed up. He was available because he was a creep. He was already hinting at getting you into a hotel room before you could even figure out what time he was picking you up.

As much as you'd love to change your mind, you knew you needed a date. The plan wouldn't work without one, plus Jackie would kill you for going stag. So you went with it.

The night of prom, Ethan showed up at your door with bad intentions in his eyes.

You wore a lovely (f/c) floor-length gown with black heels that fit wonderfully to your figure. Your (h/c) hair was left down and hairsprayed to perfection, and you held a small black purse with your stuff. Long story short, you looked hot. Any idiot would have been able to see that, meaning Hyde would too.

"Well, you look ready to stay in the back seat of my car all night," Ethan badly flirted, making you roll your eyes.

"I'm more interested in going to the prom... you know, the thing I asked you to in the first place?" You hinted while walking to his car.

He moved to open the passenger-side door for you, which was sweet until he ruined it with a, "Well, we will see how you feel after an hour."

This was going to be a long night.

Oh, I wanna get him back

'Cause then again, I really miss him, and it makes me real sad

Oh, I want sweet revenge, and I want him again

I want to get him back, back, back

The Point Place Junior Prom looked adorable with the multi-colored streamers, balloons, and a rocking band, which managed to cheer you up after the lousy ride there. The entire ride, Ethan kept trying to put his hand on your thigh, as if you'd skip the entire prom just for a loud five minutes with him in a crappy motel room.

You attempted to have a fun night, but disappointment was slowly taking over you. It was the end of the night, and everyone was slow dancing. Hyde had been with Jackie, and you doubted he even was looking at you.

Ethan was nonstop insisting all night on leaving, which only continued to bug you more and more.

"Hey, Ethan, can you get me some punch?" You asked, putting a halt to the dance.

"Yeah, fine." Ethan huffed and walked away. You walked over to the table where Jackie was sitting, noticing how sad she looked.

"Hey, Jackie... you look great tonight. That color is great on you," you complimented, realizing you hadn't talked to her all night due to her being with Hyde.

"Thanks... I'm sorry I brought Hyde. I thought it would make Michael jealous, but I don't think he cares about me with Pam Macy around," Jackie admitted, before her sad eyes became soft and hopeful.

You turned to see Kelso behind you, looking down at her with love.

"Jackie."

"Michael."

You smiled at them both before getting up from the table to leave them alone. At least someone's plan worked tonight. You looked around to try and spot Ethan. He was nowhere to be found near the refreshment table, and instead, you spotted Hyde watching you.

Hyde nodded up at you in his silent, "How you doin'?" style. Slowly, you started to walk towards him.

"Hey... how's the punch?" You attempted to joke, making him crack a small smile.

Hyde pulled back his jacket to reveal a small flask. "Better with alcohol. I would ask if you want some, but you barely drank when we were together."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing that was a while ago," you commented, getting some punch and holding out your cup for him to spike it.

Hyde smirked and poured some in for you until you heard someone clear their throat.

You turned to see the one and only, Ms. Kaminski.

"Is that alcohol I see?"

Oh, I wanna key his car, I wanna make him lunch

I wanna break his heart, stitch it right back up

I wanna kiss his face with an uppercut

I wanna meet his mom, and tell her her son sucks

"Dammit, Hyde, I can't believe you got us kicked out of the dance! My date is in there!" You scolded as the double school doors closed behind you both.

Hyde rolled his eyes and attempted to start walking away from you. "Oh yeah, your date. Ethan's a real charmer," Hyde mumbled.

This is what he always did. But you weren't letting him get away that easy. Not like when you were dating. You rushed in front of him and pushed back on his shoulder to make him stop walking.

"For your information, that date was my ride home! Thanks to you, I'm walking home in heels. Which, by the way, are not comfortable!" You snapped.

"Relax, man. I can drive you home. I got Jackie's Lincoln," Hyde groaned. "I thought with the drink maybe you have chilled out a bit—"

"Chill out? Hyde, this was the junior prom! I was excited for the dance, and now it's done! All because I accepted a fucking drink from your... your dumbass!" You yelled before lightly smacking his shoulder, as most of the gang does to each other.

"Screw you, Steven Hyde. Screw your alcohol, and screw your ride! Just screw, screw, screw!"

You don't think you ever said "screw" that much in your entire life. Usually, it's a regular curse word like "fuck," but for some reason, all you could think of was... well, "screw." That's all Hyde ever had done for you. He was the one who screwed everything up. Not just tonight, but your entire past relationship.

As you started walking away down the sidewalk to go home, you instantly started to regret not putting up with your anger for the ride. God, do heeled shoes start to hurt after a short time. You knew you got out what needed to, though. Despite your breakup being so explosive, Hyde and you never talked about it otherwise. Maybe that's just because he hates relationship drama and never brought it up. Or maybe you were just too weak from the pain to ever really confront him about it all.

Regardless, the tension between you two had been brewing for 3 months, and you should have known it would have been released sooner or later.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a car approaching you from the side, and though you tried not to look, you eventually did.

Hyde was slowly driving next to you with the Lincoln, just as he promised earlier. He started rolling down the windows and said, "Y/n, get in."

"No."

"Stop acting tough. I know your feet probably hurt."

You stopped at that statement. You turned towards the window as anger slowly started brewing again.

"Oh yeah? Because you know so much, don't you? You know everrrrrything about me, don't you? Tell me more about how I'm feeling, oh please, Hyde." You growled, turning and starting to walk again.

Hyde jumped out of the Lincoln, slamming the door closed and jumping in front of you.

"You should be grateful, man! Your date was a creep and was grabbing your ass all night!" Hyde snapped. "Now cut the crap, and get in the damn car!"

His words made you freeze before saying, "How would you know he was grabbing my ass?"

"What am I, stupid?! I watched you all night—" He started before realizing what he was saying, "Dammit..."

"You're jealous—"

"No—"

"That I was with someone else." You finished.

"I wasn't jealous. I was just making sure he didn't do anything!" Hyde defended with a sigh.

You slowly moved towards him with a small smile covering your face, "Hyde..."

Hyde took a deep breath, "He's a jerk... And I was a jerk. You don't deserve that, alright? Not again." He mumbled, stepping towards you until you were close to each other's faces.

"You're right. I don't deserve that... so whatever this is right now should stop."

"Yeah... we should stop..."

Your words didn't match your actions. Neither of you backed away. It felt like hours you stood there staring into each other's eyes, when in reality it was only a minute.

"But what if we didn't?" Hyde whispered, gently reaching up to move your (h/c) hair out of your (s/c) face as a soft wind casted.

"Hyde—"

"I messed up. I know I did, alright? I suck and took you for granted. Can you forgive me?" Hyde pleaded, holding onto your face now with both of his hands.

You hesitated, knowing how everyone in the gang would feel. They would say you're stupid for taking him back. The amount of burns would be endless in the basement.

The fear of him hurting you again was strong... but damn, the temptation was stronger.

"You promise not to look at other girls? To go on dates with me like I want? To stop being late?" You whispered.

Hyde nodded quickly, "I promise—"

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Hyde wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible yet it still didn't feel close enough.

The taste of alcohol mixed with crappy high school dance punch never tasted better than on his lips and tongue. It sent fireworks throughout your body, knowing he was yours again. And it was gonna stay that way.

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