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rosewould · 3 months

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pit stop; cyj

🖊️⇝ pairing; afab, blk!reader x yeonjun

🖊️⇝ word count; 8.3k

🖊️⇝ genre; friends 2 lovers, smut, fluff, & light angst

🖊️⇝synopsis; you should probably buy a lottery ticket with how luck you are when it comes to running into celebrities... despite just moving to a new country

🖊️⇝ warnings; very cliche "forbidden love w/ an idol" trope, end is unedited, mc thirsting heavily for mingi, heat of the moment sex, PIV, unprotected sex (mc is on bc), creampie, squirting, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight posessiveness, mc has faux locs at one point

📜⇝ HAPPY BHM!!!!! Would you believe me if I said I started this last BHM? :D Anyways if you're not a black woman you should still read this because it slaps. It would've been even better if I managed to post during valentine's day too.

There are many things that can go wrong in a foreign country all on your own, but for your own health, you push them to the wayside. Maybe you pushed them too far because now you’re stranded with a flat tire miles away from where you’ll be staying. It’s only your first day and you already managed to fuck it up. You have to commend your ability to surprise yourself even after all these years.

You don’t have a local SIM card and your phone is completely off. You should’ve listened to the internet when they gave you a long list of how to prepare your phone when moving abroad. Now it’s useless. You laugh humorlessly as the odds continue to stack against you. Do people stop for hitchhikers in Korea?

You try anyway, you know enough Korean to give them an idea of how to help you. Many cars slow down but zero cars stop. Some even roll down their windows to stare into your eyes as they leave you stranded. You don’t have proof, but you swear one of them took a picture. You can’t be appalled by their actions, it’s not like you came from the most friendly country anyway.

“Come on, people. Just a little slack. Cut me just a little.” You murmur desperately, forcing a strained smile as you wave down another car. It’s another window roller that leaves you behind. You suppose it must be a strange sight. And maybe they’re worried you don’t speak Korean. There you go again, waving any worrying conclusions away. Don’t wanna prove your family right.

Then comes yet another car slowing down. Except, this one is slowing to a stop. It’s a flashy car, much flashier than anything you’ve seen thus far. You don’t know much about cars, but you know the person you see once the window rolls down must be well off. He peeks at you with intrigue and a bit of amusement, his sly vibe fitting for his fox-like features.

“Need help?”

You nearly collapse to your knees in relief. Not only is he stopping to help you but he can speak English so you don’t have to embarrass yourself. “Yes! My car has a flat. My phone doesn’t work, I just need car… service… people.” God, can you speak English? You’re already huffing, looking really weird to this handsome rich man and the other handsome rich man in the passenger seat.

“Are you a MOA?” Yet another man pokes his head out from the backseat to peek at you. His eyes are critical despite their roundness. He raises his eyebrows in a way that makes you think there’s a wrong answer. Your brain is already overworked for the day so you answer honestly. “I’m sorry, I have no clue what that is.”

Assuming you can’t understand, he mumbles “leave her” in Korean and slinks back into the backseat.

“I’ll call the car service people for you.” The driver smirks and you can tell he’s making fun of you. You just force a smile and thank the man before retreating back into your car. Shut inside the one space familiar to you feels like finally getting a moment to breathe and reflect. This is just a little hiccup. Soon you’ll be at your new home and next week you’ll be working again.

You were consumed in a book whenever help arrives, and lifting your head, you notice that flashy car is still there.

Luckily enough, the maintenance truck had an inflated spare available and you were on your way, but not before thanking the driver. As you approach he rolls the window down again before leaning his arm on the door.

“Thank you so much, I’m not sure how long I would’ve been out here if you didn’t help me.” You sigh. You weren’t sure what you could offer him to express your gratitude, you were pretty useless as of now.

“It’s no problem. The least I can ask for is that you don’t tell anyone you saw us here.”

You have trouble keeping a smile on your face as a hint of dread sets in. Why wouldn’t they be allowed in the countryside? Were they criminals? Is this a common location for crime?

“I know you don’t know us yet, but in case you find out from the internet, just keep this between us.”

You did not find out from the internet. You found out eight days later when you saw a cardboard cut out of the driver in the mall. Holding up a makeup product he didn’t need with a smile that almost hides the eternal mischief hidden in his expression both times you’ve seen him. This whole time you thought they were notorious criminals and you were going to get booked before you even stepped foot at home. But no, the nice car was from them being idols, not criminals.

Maybe you were a bit in the dark about k-pop idols, but why weren’t they allowed to drive around? You hold that thought, possibly forever because you had just experienced a pretty rare occurrence so early into your move.

-🖊️⇝

Tonight was your first office party since your move. Your boss saved up to rent out a hotel venue and even scored you and your coworkers rooms for the night. Less risky without the threat of drunk driving or getting kidnapped you guess.

“I could only book the ballroom today, so I’m sorry but you can’t wander around. You can only go in this room and the floor where your rooms are located. There’s a celebrity staying here and the hotel is pretty much on lockdown.”

Your coworkers immediately get to gossiping about who’s here and all you can do is marvel at the odds. There was no way you’d be meeting another celebrity. The odds are even more unfathomable than you previously thought. You break the rules on accident, drunkenly tapping the wrong floor number. Your eyes are closed when you stumble out and run into someone tall.

“Um, this floor is… off limits.” The man grabs you by your shoulders and holds you at arm's length. Your head lolls back and you get a good look at the guy and he, in turn, gets a glimpse of you. His jaw drops open and he looks over to the other men behind him. Your brain had been too debilitated to translate Korean.

“Hey! Are you that girl? Flat tire?” A familiar voice rings out and snaps you from your daze and you attempt to hold your head up straight. “Yeah! Car service people!” The driver whose name you’re sure starts with a Y says excitedly. Again with the mischief, sticking its pesky little head out more confidently with the teasing nickname.

“No way it’s you guys again.” You chuckle drowsily.

“Yes way!” The blond man lets go of your shoulders.

“Are you a MOA yet?” It was the one from the backseat asking the same question yet again. It completely slipped your mind to figure out what that meant.

“I still have no idea what that is.” You flash a tight smile as he narrows his eyes at you. One of the two you haven’t spoken to yet says something frantically to the others in Korean before they all turn to look at you.

“Hey… do you want some water?” Y approaches you, speaking almost like he’s about to sell you something. Your eyes roll back, your urge to rest almost winning the fight.

“I want to go to sleep.”

“Let’s get you some water!” The blond one says enthusiastically before ushering you into a door down the hall. They talk to each other as you gulp down a cold bottle of water, slumped in the living chair they frantically cleared for you. This would help with your hangover tomorrow anyway. After they deliberate with themselves Y turns to you.

“Is your party still happening?” He kneels before you, talking to you like a lost child.

“Yeah, I left early.”

“Great! We were gonna sneak down there ourselves, but you going back would be easier.”

“You want me to go back?” You barely swallow your water before you ask. “Yeah. All we were given was fruit. We can’t survive on fruit and the food smells so good.” He pleads with his eyes before the blond chips in.

“Please? We’re hungry.”

Downing your second bottle, you look at them warily as your mind sobers up. “You guys are famous. Can’t you just get room service?”

“No, we’re banned from it. They told the hotel not to serve us.” The black-haired one who looks to be the tallest or close to it pipes in. Much too massive for his youthful vibe.

You look at each pair of puppy eyes incredulously. “So they’re starving you?”

Yeonjun is quick to clear the air, starting to explain again that they had fruit before Mr. MOA interrupts him. “Yes!! We’re starving!” His whining is cut off by the blond scolding him.

“What are your names?” You ask once you realize you have no idea.

You learn each of their names and each of the food items they want brought to them. You have five styrofoam containers filled to the brim in both arms as you board the elevator. You’re aware they’re exaggerating, but concern for them still flares up. They were pretty thin, and you’ve heard whispers of their insane diets. But you do what you do best. They seem fine, and they wouldn’t have the energy they’re exhibiting currently if something was wrong.

Thankfully, no one was on there with you. That is, until you see that someone had pressed the button from your floor. You stand there awkwardly as your coworker looks at you like you have five heads. Then he sees that you’ve pressed the button for a forbidden floor.

“K-pop fan?”

You sigh, shifting the containers in your hands. “No. I’m acting as a food delivery service.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t press you, nor will he say anything. None of your coworkers are the type. The idols are waiting impatiently by the elevator when the door opens, hurriedly unloading each container.

How you ended up with five grown men in your hotel room was really a blur. Apparently their manager might walk in and bust them if they stay in their room. “We’ll be quick!” They promised.

Now Beomgyu and Kai are napping on your bed while you lean against the wall. Yeonjun’s eating whatever is left over in the living chair in the corner, smiling happily at you.

“I love you. I could kiss you.” He manages with his cheeks full of food.

You give him a tight smile, familiar with his habitual attempts to fluster you by now. “That’s not necessary. Your manager is probably looking for you guys.”

“Nah. We’re allowed to wander around as long as we’re in our room before 1 am. Today was our last day.” You chew on his words as he chews on the remnants of his food. He swallows hard, forcing what seems to be a painfully large chunk of food down his throat. Food seems to placate his teasing disposition, a thought that makes you cover your mouth to conceal your smirk. It takes a moment for him to recuperate before he speaks again.

"What do you wanna do right now?" He narrows his eyes, pointing his plastic cutlery at you.

You’re not sure what he means exactly, even after taking a moment to let your eyes flit around the room. So you do what you usually do, shrug and be honest. "Around this time I'd be playing some game until my eyes are painfully dry."

He halts mid container disposal to peer at you excitedly. "You play video games? Which ones?"

Finally, something you were a natural at talking about. "I like games like Minecraft or Rust, but I dabble in FPS games too-" You get caught up in one of your favorite conversation topics, surprised when Yeonjun dumps his trash quickly before marching over to you and taking your hands.

"Oh please tell me you play Valorant."

"Yeah, like I said, I dabble-"

"Okay, I'm really gonna kiss you."

“Don’t you dare-” Your words are cut off by a chaotic mixture of a gasp and laugh when he pokes his lips out, leaning in slowly. He unpuckers his lips and they settle into a smirk. The realization of how close you are to each other sets in and brings about a strong flow of energy between you two. You shake his hands off yours and shove him away, forcibly resuming your playful aura. He laughs, widening his eyes once it dies down.

“Oh, I cannot wait to kick your ass.” He points, eyes posing as a warning. You huff as you pick up a towel. You sling it over your shoulder before raising your eyebrows at him. “Is that a bet or a promise?”

And to think if your office party was planned even a day later, you would’ve probably never seen them again. Yeonjun nabs your phone while you were in the bathroom, sticking his number in there. The first important milestone of your relationship with the boys was being added to their group chat. Then you visited their dorms and them, your apartment. You weren’t aware of the transition, you just looked up and it felt natural to be around each other.

“___’s on!” Yeonjun cheers through your headset. He pauses once you turn on your webcam. “You found a hairstylist?”

“Yeah. Turns out there are black ones here. I never knew.” You reply, half paying attention as you adjust your camera.

“I know there’s a Korean name for that style but I feel like it’s… not correct. What’s it called in English?”

“Locs! Do you like ‘em?” You comb your fingers through each loc, careful not to tug at your tender scalp. “They fit you so well I forgot how you looked before.” He says as if he’s shocked by his own accuracy.

“You’re so right. I should’ve popped out the womb with locs.” You chuckle to yourself, unable to stop playing with your hair. Yeonjun has that look on his face like he’s about to smart-mouth you. “Locs and not wounding your own teammates would’ve been really handy.” He tries to quip quickly in an attempt to fly under your radar.

Your smile is immediately wiped off your face. “It was an off day for me, how many times do we have to go over this?”

“Next time your favorite character dies don’t come online.”

“I knew I should’ve hung out with Taehyun today.” You transition from excitement to insults like it's nothing. These boys definitely make it easy.

“Yeah, whatever. Are you coming to Mingi’s party next week or do you have work.” He says as if the word itself affronted him. New names were constantly thrown at you. You took a break from researching and watching videos because it was just too much.

“Why are you always so offended by my job? And I’ll see if I can make it.”

It makes it even harder to consume content about these idols when you think of what they go through. From these five alone, you can tell how hungry these idols are to be in this position. They put up with so much and you can’t help thinking their companies take advantage of that.

“You know, you never told me why you weren’t allowed to drive around the day we met.”

An effortless transition is made again as Yeonjun sets aside his teasing. “We have a lot of rules. Like, a lot. It’s no problem, we all knew what we were signing up for pretty much. It feels kinda pointless to go through all that work just to get in trouble, so we hold each other accountable.”

“I’m guessing that’s not counting the hotel food heist?” You bring up with a snort. It feels a little silly to make an exception for food.

“That was a small rule, and we just finished the final concert of a very tiring tour. The day we met I rented a car after a full month of grueling practice hours with little to no sleep. We were hysterical. So we took a ride.”

The boys seem alright. They’re full of life most days and with no context, you would have no idea what they’re going through. He informs you that this party is another one of those exceptions. There are secret parties thrown constantly but it was reckless to go without thorough planning. You like the thought of them getting a proper break and they really want you to come, so you do what you never do: call in fake sick to work.

But not before attempting a little research. Perhaps a different approach would help. You’re picking at scraps since you only have one internet friend who likes kpop. What if they never heard of him?

___: Y’all who is Mingi

You sent out the tweet before you went to sleep. You had just gotten your ass handed to you on Valorant so you didn’t feel like being let down that same night. You woke up to more notifications you’ve seen on all your social media accounts combined.

mingitzsong: you mean our lightskin king Malik???

That was not the tweet you expected from your friend, not by a long shot. Nor were you expecting the “my moot has a hit tweet!” DM.

Your notifications were flooded with fancams, edits, pictures– is that a video of him grabbing his…?

It was too early and you had gone too long without being satisfied by another person so this was all going to your head. You couldn’t tell if you were a stan now or just horny. You wanted him on your wall… or inside you.

So maybe that was the real reason you were okay with lying to your boss, but it was much more touching to say it was to please your friends.

-🖊️⇝

You enter the function excited to see the guys. Mingi too, but you were trying to seem less eager about that. You find the two youngest members first talking to a group of unfamiliar people. You try to sneak past, intending to say hi when there weren’t people to be introduced to. But alas, they saw you and you met a few idols their age. Then you run into Soobin coming out of the bathroom. “You made it!” His excited smile was ten times cuter when he was tipsy. He pulls you into a big tight hug and it’s so unlike him. He seemed to have an aversion to touching anyone when it wasn’t necessary. Drunk Soobin was unbearably adorable and it took everything in you to not stay with him and pinch his cheeks. But you needed to find the other members.

The club Mingi rented out is not ideal for finding friends. There are two floors and this is your third time walking down the stairs. You haven’t even seen the host himself yet. With his height, it shouldn’t be easy to miss him. As you walk past the large dance floor you become privy to the reason you haven’t found them. Your head naturally lowers, your eyes automatically avoiding the dancing bodies. It wasn’t your fault, your tendency to avoid large groups of people is written deep inside your DNA. It was time to stop beating around the bush, so you enter the group of dancing bodies.

It felt like miles of grazing people despite trying your best to shrink into yourself. In the heart of the group were the three you were looking for. They were lost in the music and possibly a bit drunk. Yeonjun casts a glance to see who was approaching before wordlessly holding out his hand. You accept with exaggerated confidence, fake it ‘til you make it. It was easier than you thought to dance smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Your focus had been locked on the tall man before you, your body on autopilot as it sways to the music. He guides you closer by your hand with undoubtedly genuine confidence sewn into his smirk. You find yourself naturally smiling, unable to shake the shyness that overcomes you. He was doing it again, but this time you took the bait and let yourself be reeled up to shore. Forced out of your comfort zone, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“Who is that?” You hear a deep masculine voice say to your left. Your eyes stay glued to Yeonjun like you’re physically unable to look away, and you swear he’s having the same problem. But you eventually do. Mingi is still looking at Beomgyu until he answers, only then does he grace you with eye contact. The wind is pulled from your lungs as you gasp. You were too distracted by Yeonjun to fully bask in his glory.

“Well. Here he is in person.” Yeonjun fails to pull your attention away even when he rests his hand on your shoulder. “This is ___.”

Mingi makes a sound of understanding, nodding as he not so subtly rakes his eyes up and down your body. It takes everything in you not to shiver. He repeats your name with a small smile that makes your heart skip rope.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He bows slightly before rising with his cheeks squinting his eyes. “I’m a rapper, my group is called ATEEZ.”

I know, you’re tempted to say. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” You bow back, restraining the locs that fall over your eyes.

“You’re… very beautiful.” His eyes fall again, taking their time coming back to your face before flashing a seductive smirk. You bite your lip, acute amounts of shame stirring with the arousal in your belly as the tension thickens in such a public space.

The members of TXT are long forgotten as you’re sat at the bar with the handsome Mingi. You talk for hours, though it’s mostly flirting and subtle invitations. As much as you can communicate with your limited Korean. You’re glad it’s gotten good enough that you can understand what he tells you next. According to Mingi, there are no restrictions in his company when it comes to doing… it. If they’re of age, they can do whoever they want to their heart’s content. As long as they’re not reckless. TXT has to plan in advance for your visits and they have three emergency escape or hide strategies just in case. That’s just for being seen with you.

There’s heat brewing between your legs. You’d be a huge liar if you said being around handsome men that you couldn’t think about touching wasn’t slightly torturous. Not even a little tipsy quicky you could pretend didn’t happen. No kissing. Hugging was even a stretch. Even if there’s a fuckload of chemistry, gotta ignore it. But this man, the same one you’ve been fantasizing about, can touch you in ways that has heat traveling throughout your entire body.

“What do you think?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrows. You agree in a way you hope doesn’t seem desperate, but in the end who cares? Not you when he leans closer, taking a moment to take in a quick breath before closing the distance. Butterflies swirl and thrash in your stomach as excitement takes over. It’s your fault the kiss escalates but you still can’t care about shame when your dreams are coming true.

His tongue feels like heaven against yours, sinfully wet to the point where you can’t help thinking of it somewhere else. He inhales deeply through his nose and you can feel the ensuing groan in your spine.

A frantic voice pulls the two of you apart, someone talking about an emergency. He and Mingi share an exchange before Mingi looks back at you. He sighs disappointedly. “Ah, I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” He winks before being whisked away, vanishing like he did every morning when your sweet dreams slip between your fingers.

You and Yeonjun don’t see each other for the rest of the party, you stay at the bar to sulk. Yeonjun was buzzing after the brief dance you shared. Your hand was so soft, and the way you looked at him… he’d never seen that from you before. If no one had taken your attention he doesn’t know what might’ve happened. He shakes the thought away as if it were a physical intrusion.

When you kept asking about Mingi before the party, Yeonjun thought nothing of it. You were basically clueless about the industry and he was happy to fill you in. But the way you looked at him, sure it wasn’t as loaded or intimate (or unprovocative) but you looked starstruck. It would sting a little if you didn’t become a fan from their music but from someone else’s.

Yeonjun’s body had become entirely tense, unable to dance in a carefree way after you took over his mind. There was a whole lot of conflict going on in his brain but not a lot of solutions. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re gonna stop being friends with them. You’ve given their home life a level of excitement and joy that it hasn’t reached before, and they didn’t have to train for months to receive it. All Yeonjun had to do was kick back, look over with a smile to see that you’re smiling back.

The next time you see each other is outside the club next to their van. “Hey, you disappeared.” Yeonjun shoves his hands in his pockets before nudging you with his elbow. You glance up at him, but it’s like your neck’s made of rubber. Drunk like him, but way worse at concealing it. Soobin explains that he found you by the bar and decided to help get you home.

In the backseat between Yeonjun and Taehyun, you’re restless. You keep whining and fidgeting until Taehyun asks you what’s wrong. “I’m just frustrated.”

Confused by this progression, Yeonjun turns toward you with a curious frown. “Did something happen with Mingi?”

“He had to leave.” You whimper before letting your head fall on Yeonjun’s shoulder. When you lift your face to look at him you’re way too close for it not to be a problem. He’s hesitant, but Yeonjun allows his face to linger in this dangerous proximity. “I’m still a little worked up.” Your eyes flit down to his lips and he gasps lightly. He casts a quick glance at his members. Taehyun was looking down into his lap, brows tight. The other members seem to be minding their own business. Getting the idea before he even looks back at you, Yeonjun’s heart flips.

When he turns his head again you scoot closer. The lights of the city whiz past, shadows obscuring your features before painting them in vibrant hues. Each aspect of your face that he tried not to think about lay before him in a way so breathtaking he can’t think straight. He usually stops himself by now out of fear that he’ll become obsessed with you. Then he feels the tip of your nose brush against his, signaling how close he is to breaching an important rule. Just then, the van passes through a tunnel, cloaking the entire vehicle in a dimmer light. His heart stills, time stills as the drowsy look wipes off your face. You pull back a bit to flash him a genuine look. As if you’re also considering this.

Yeonjun is closing in just as the van leaves the tunnel, moving fast but not fast enough.

“Hey, break it up!” A bright light is flashed in both your faces. Yeonjun squints and blocks the light, unable to pull away from you because it feels like snuffing out this flame will leave him stranded in the tundra. But Soobin sounded frantic, and he’d hate to stress out his friend and leader. So he pulls away and he’s right. It’s frigid and cold.

“What happened?” Kai sits up from his chair and glances at Soobin before peering at the back seat.

Soobin sighs, clearly hesitant to report this. “He almost kissed her.”

Their reactions vary from shocked to worried to a little frustrated. “That’s like… the biggest thing, hyung.” Soobin pleads for Yeonjun’s understanding with his eyes. Yeonjun nips at his top lip, unable to curb his embarrassment and disappointment. “I know, I know.” He sends a hand through his hair frustratedly.

You sit stiffly between the two men as Taehyun gears up to say something. All this for a kiss? One you were admittedly excited for. Still, you don’t have it in you to get angry at them. Like Yeonjun said. They worked hard for this. It’s silly to risk it all over a kiss. Even if that label makes your heart sink.

“You guys know I won’t say anything. I’m already risking getting fired over driving you here.” The driver pipes up as he casts a quick glance at the rearview mirror.

“It’s not about that, we can’t slip up.” Taehyun finally speaks, eyes cutting at Yeonjun. “At all.”

“I said I know.” Yeonjun speaks with more conviction that raises the tension considerably. Everyone else in the car can feel it. You send nervous glances to the other three who seem to be doing the same. “It’s fine! We’ve all been drinking, so.” Kai tries, his nervous smile flickering out when he looks back. Taehyun has his jaw clenched as he stares out the window and Yeonjun is clearly pissed off.

“Exactly, let’s just drop it. Nothing happened anyway.” Soobin adds authoritatively, looking back at the two who don’t return his glance.

Everyone does as much, leaving the car unbearably quiet. When you arrive at your apartment you say quiet goodbyes to everyone including Jun who gives you a cautious and almost apologetic look. “I’ll come with you.” Soobin grunts as he stands from his seat.

Yeonjun watches helplessly as you both exit the car and Soobin walks you to the door. He would’ve offered before the car even stopped. But this isn’t only about him. A scandal could harm the entire group.

-🖊️⇝

Five months. You haven’t been laid in five months. Then here comes this 6ft-something man with puppy dog tendencies who turns on the sex appeal like it’s nothing, stirring up your emotions to this degree.

You tie half of your locs up before tugging two down to frame your face. You bite your lip as you take in your appearance, a little shocked at how good everything came out. “What do you think? Should I add anything else?”

Things have been a little stiffer between you and Yeonjun. You still hang out but you both can feel it looming. The chemistry. The tension. The threat of jumping each other’s bones at a moment’s notice. Yeonjun doesn’t want to drag his members down because of a rash decision. He’s not sure what’s going through your mind but he can see the conflict in your eyes.

Yeonjun considers helping you. Immediately he’d recommend a choker. It’s hard for him to quell the thoughts about how good your neck looks with a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around it. Then he would suggest going for gloss instead of lipstick, but perhaps he should stop thinking about your neck and lips while he’s ahead. Also, this is all to help Mingi. Valentine’s day has passed, but it’s a miracle if an idol is free then anyway. This is essentially their valentine’s day plans, it’s a thought that presents a lingering bitter taste in his mouth. But he knows better, so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

“Yeah, it looks good like that.” He says as plainly as he can. Like a friend should.

You turn in your chair and rest your arm on the back. He looks really tired today. You can tell it’s one of those weeks that are really beating down on him. This is the most severe you’ve seen it get with your own eyes.

“You’re usually good at helping me with my looks.” It’s true that you’re cautious as well, but if he could have one moment to not be worried about one hundred things at once, you really want it to be with you.

“You did pretty well on your own.” His shrug does nothing to shield how disingenuous he’s being. You give him a knowing look, deciding to probe just a little.

“You know you can take a nap on my bed while I’m gone.”

“I’m good.” He assures with a smile meant to be soft but ends up strained. “Text me if you need anything or if something goes wrong.”

No, no. That’s the last thing you need. Him needing to have his guard up around you and still being so courteous. “I have other friends that I can text. You go play video games or relax or something.”

“Oh yeah? Name someone that isn’t an idol, quickly.” His tense demeanor melts just for a second, just to poke back. You give a short, dry laugh. Knowing very well you didn’t have an answer. Non-idol friends would do you some good. You think for a moment before replying half-jokingly.

“How about I call your leader instead and tell him to come take you home.”

Yeonjun stands from the bed, walking over with a look that you recognize by now. He’s thinking about it again. Kissing you or touching you. “I wanna be here when you get back.” He’s not sure why. You’re not gonna be drinking and Mingi is a gentleman, he’ll make sure you get home safe.

You’re acutely aware you must be looking at him the same way, which means you’re both in danger of breaking the biggest rule. He’s tired and probably unbelievably frustrated. And he wants it so bad. You can practically smell the arousal when you two get like this. Hell, you want it too. Sleeping with someone who’s been stifled for years and is finally able to let loose? The sex would be unforgettable. The thought permeates in your mind, strong enough to overshadow your habit of pushing all this to the wayside. You stand from the chair.

“Why? I’ll be alright.” You blink, unaware of how cute you look peering through your lashes. Despite his notes, you did do a great job. Fuck a choker or lip gloss, if you showed up to a date looking like this, he’d lose all ability to function.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathes out, but how genuine he is shines through. This was more intimate than the dance or the almost kiss. HIs eyes have a slight sheen as they gaze down at you earnestly.

“That means a lot, Jun. Thank you.”

Yeonjun, instead of responding, takes your shirt strap that had fallen down your shoulder in between his fingers. He slowly moves it back up, hand brushing lightly against your soft skin. You’re cold to the touch, your body being chilled by your air conditioner. How long would it be until you were properly warmed up? Too long.

“I don’t think I can handle you looking like this for someone else.” The words roll off his tongue, feeling as though someone else had said them. He looks over at your eyes from your strap, the touched shock on your face confirming that it was real. It happens quickly, the rationalization. You shut up the part of your brain urging you to run away from the conflict and tug Yeonjun closer by his shirt. His hands move to your face and the two of you linger there, either giving this a second thought or wondering if this was really happening. You lean in, feeling his breath fanning only to jerk back suddenly. Your lips brush against each other first before they finally meld, finally connecting in the way you both truly craved.

He’s so expressive, you can feel the longing, hear the pent up frustration leaving him with every heavy sigh. You chase each other’s lips instantly after each disconnect as if the kiss is providing oxygen rather than inhibiting it. There was that heat again, warming his frigid body as you wrap your arms around him and urge him closer.

He pulls away, the impish fox you know well looking so unfamiliar. His eyes pleading and blown out, his pretty lips pink and swollen. You impatiently pull him back in and you feel the same warmth he is. Except it’s burning you up. Both of you feel like you’re being swallowed by a large flame as your tongues circle each other. He lets out a wanton moan that has your core clenching. “Taste so good.” His voice is nearly inaudible, murmured between kisses.

Pushing your straps down your arms, he undoes his recent action. He pushes your dress over your breasts but he’s too consumed by the kiss to look down. His hands envelope the flesh held by your bra as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Things are escalating quickly but you grow frustrated that he isn’t inside you already. You’ve both waited long enough.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, eyebrows slanting as you let your pride go for just a moment. You reach down and tug at the waistband of his sweats, feeling a little justified as he returns your desperation with his eyes. With his hands kneading your breasts and your fingers clenching his pants you stare into each other’s eyes. No words exchanged but you each understand loud and clear that you need each other. Bad. As his face draws closer you try again. “Fuck me.” You whisper as he nuzzles your nose.

You’re begging for it but Yeonjun can’t decide how he wants you first. He shuts his eyes and imagines your body bent in half, your as lifted into the air. Presented just for him. His cock throb and he squeezes your breast. Your ensuing moan almost pushes him to throw you onto the bed. But then he imagines the moonlight bleeding through the curtains and painting your body. The lights of the cars that speed past illuminating your umber tinted nipples that perk up nice and hardened for him.

The fantasy draws more and more saliva onto his tongue that rolls off onto yours. Your tongues tangle in a horny mess. If anyone saw what the two of you were doing they’d probably be confused, but both of your faces are scorching and the spaces between your legs are throbbing. Yeonjun is on his tenth fantasy on how he wants to pose you when he starts whimpering. You grab his crotch and return the squeeze he’s been giving your breasts. He finally unlatches from your lips to toss his head back, letting out the loudest moan of the evening. You kiss down his throat, feeling the vibrations of his pretty sounds. It’s taking every atom inside your body to not bite and suck, instead you ghost your teeth over his supple skin.

As his moans transition to groans and growls his actions become more rough. He grabs your wrist to keep your hand steady as he grinds into it. His nails pierce your breast and it’s your turn to whimper. He yanks your hand off of him and moves his own to your waist, finally guiding you over to the bed. In every fleeting fantasy he had there was one thing either missing or integral. The very look on your face you have now as he’s moving over you. Your dark eyes are so doe-like yet so sinful. They yearn for him, yet dare him.

The taking off of your clothes is agonizingly slow. It doesn’t matter that you’re both rushing to the point that you almost rip each other’s shirts. It’s still torturous. His long cock bobs as he repositions himself, a drop of precum dribbling from his tip and shining in the light. His nails dig into you yet again as your legs are hoisted on either side of your head. Every time he grips so forcefully you wish he’d do it harder, squeeze you until you fuse together.

You get as close as you can to that wish when his tip cards between your lips. You jolt, surprised by your own sensitivity. Yes, it’s been a long time, but it’s not that. Your clit and lips are so swollen that they ache. You feel like your molten juice will pour out of you at any moment. You hold your legs in place as Yeonjun lowers onto his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours. You’ve already stuck your tongue down his throat and gripped his cock, but there’s something strangely intimate about his bangs brushing against your forehead. He watches you intently as he slowly pushes in. You gasp, as if the heat radiating off his cock is actually singing you as he slides in.

Yeonjun releases his lip from his teeth as a deep groan forces its way out from the depths of his core. Your pussy swallows him whole, so devastatingly wet that it coats your outer lips and coaxes him in with ease. The urge to crack a window, shove the comforter and sheets off the bed, anything to quell the overwhelming heat is a fleeting thought for the both of you. It’s quickly replaced by the gnawing need to feel every part of each other. To get deep. Yeonjun arches his back and pushes his hips in until you’re yelping and your hips buck uncontrollably.

Then something snaps and a rhythm takes over Yeonjun’s body. His hips snap toward yours at the perfect pace that has you clawing down his back. You feel his skin under your fingernails.

Your hips desperately chase after him, fingers fumbling over your achy clit. It’s a blurred frenzy that neither of you can completely process as real. Your brains are turned off anyway, blindly chasing pleasure and that orgasm so sweet your teeth go numb at the thought.

The height of the pleasure makes each pump of his cock maddening. It’s so good you both almost want it to stop. The pleasure spikes higher, making your moans peak in pitch. Your grip falters on your thighs as your legs start to quake.

“I can’t– I can’t!” Your mumbles are nearly incoherent between your shrieky whimpers. A knot squeezes so tight in your lower belly it feels like a large, heavy ball. Yeonjun grits out moans as his eyebrows furrow. The pleading look is so sexy, the desperation in his voice. His fucking cock is inside you. It’s so deep inside you.

“C-cumming!” Your thighs slip from your hands as a violent tremor sweeps through your body. The knot snaps and you feel hot liquid spewing from your cunt. Yeonjun fucks through the pressure, sharp profanities shoot off his tongue. He claws at your thighs and his thrusts transition to slow and punishing. The myriad of noises flooding from your lips don’t lower in intensity. The pleasure barely plateaus and you’re right back in the trenches.

“Fuck! Yeonjun, fuck!” You squeal. His hand crawls up from between your breasts to your throat. “You’re taking it so well, you’re perfect.” His voice cracks, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re so, so perfect.” His body drops closer to yours, his voice tickling against your ear. His thrusts pick up with his fractured moans. You can tell just how much is being released as he fucks you. It’s just as magical as you imagined, watching him let loose like this. But the twitch in his brow bothers you. His muscles are tight, his shoulders tense. You let out a serene sigh.

“Let it all out, Junnie.” You run your hands over his shoulders, feeling his muscles loosen under your fingers. His eyes flutter shut, mimicking your serene sigh. He doesn’t get to rest for long. The conflict wracking his body this time is different. His cock is twitching inside you.

Your clumsy hands travel all over his shoulders, neck, and land on his face. His hips start to fracture from their rhythm and his face occasionally pinches. You caress him, wanting to bottle up the version of him that’s close to cumming.

You press a tender, wet kiss to his lips. “Cum inside me.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he has no clue you’re on birth control. So when the most guttural moan erupts from his chest it catches you off guard. His hips grind down against yours, his cock throbbing as it pumps you even fuller. Your sweaty bodies stay like that for a moment, not long enough for your sensitivity to wane. He pulls out, unplugging your hole for all the fluids to flow out.

His cock is heavy against your clit, so heavy that it triggers your sensitivity. You close your legs around him and turn your head into your pillow. He flows you, planting a long kiss on your lips as he grinds his cock into your mound.

“Jun,” you tap at the mattress, the excruciating pleasure taking you to another planet.

“I love your pussy.” He finally pulls away and the rigidity of your body eases. You let out a shaky breath, eyeing him as moves down your body. He glances up at you with his mouth hovering over your tired pussy. “It’s mine.” His eyes flutter shut as he kisses your mound wetly. A sharp moan rockets out of you. Your head shoots backward and your thighs threaten to close around him. That was just the teaser.

His tongue delves in to scoop out his and your essence. You’re in awe of the dirtiness of his actions and the lengths he’s willing to push you. All while staring you right in the eyes. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you push at his head.

He hums before lifting away. “You want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You reply instantly, a laugh bubbling out of both of you. It was ridiculous at this point. Yeonjun curls his tongue inside of you until he’s satisfied with how clean he got you. He lifts up, giving only a glimpse of his sullied face before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He crawls back up and you groan.

“No, we’re both gross, don't lay back down.”

He grumbles ‘give me an hour’, making you both laugh. It’s comforting, a crackling fire lulling you both to sleep.

You gasp loudly, shooting upright.

“Mingi!”

-🖊️⇝

If only you hadn’t done that. The vibes after the sex were immaculate. Now things are tense again as Yeonjun gets you ready to meet with Mingi. His hands run over your sudsy body, making sure you’re squeaky clean. He helps you with your bra, even helps you pick out a new outfit. When all is said and done, you’re back to looking at each other through the mirror. He sighs.

“Go ahead and text him you’re ready.”

You pull your phone out, finding you’re just flipping it over in your hands instead of unlocking it. You chew on your lip, your heart beating so intensely it’s debilitating.

“I’m ready.” You rush out, thinking for a moment before turning to actually look at him. Yeonjun breathes a laugh with a smirk.

“I said tell him, not me.”

“Why? You’re my date.” Your smile beams brighter than you mean it to. It’s all fine because he returns its luminosity.

“I’m down for that. I’m too fatigued to go anywhere, though.”

“I know, I really tuckered you out didn’t I?” You cock an eyebrow at him, doing your best impression of a sly fox you know.

“Okay, but who made who squirt?”

You shove him, making him chuckle as he catches himself. You quickly leave the bedroom, turning to shout back at him.

“I’m watching the movie without you.”

He chases after you and you just barely evade him to sit on the cough first. He dives next to you, snuggling up close and nuzzling his forehead into yours. It’s something he used to do to annoy you, and though you’re tonguing your cheek, your heart is fluttering.

You watch the rest of the movie hugging his arm with your head on his shoulder. As the credits roll, is the first to talk in thirty minutes.

“It was always gonna be us.” Yeonjun chuckles. “We both knew it from the moment in your hotel room. Fuck it, I might’ve thought about it when I first saw you.”

You crane your head to look at him, his sharp eyes already on you. There’s a softness to them.

Multiple fists thundering against your door makes you both jump.

“Open up! Yeonjun has been here for way too long!” Identifying Soobin’s voice dulls the alarm bells blaring in both your heads.

Yeonjun trudges over to let them in, sulking back to the couch as the four younger book it past him. Beomgyu launches himself on the couch and asks what “we’re” watching. Kai is close behind, snatching the remote before Beomgyu could even think to grab it. They argue over that as Soobin sits down, rubbing his temples. He sinks into the couch as you sit beside him. You can feel Yeonjun’s warmth on your left and you bite your lip trying to ignore it.

“And just what were you doing here all alone?” Soobin’s eyes slowly pan over to the two people sitting suspiciously close to each other. You both shrug, mumbling something about movies and ice cream.

Taehyun sighs, squeezing his ass in between the both of you until you’re forced to part. You just roll your eyes, ignoring it for now. The movie watching experience with these five was always chaotic. Chaotic enough that you and Yeonjun could sneak glances at each other with no one noticing. The noise dissipates as you get lost in each other’s eyes. You both smile.

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slamminslamminmcgill · 10 months

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OKAY I’M A GNC VIRGIN SO NATURALLY… I can confess my little (not so little) corruption kink to you 😁 I always think about how Saul would absolutely 10000000000% hire someone especially after finding out they’re still pure through his Saul-style background checks. He’d fetishize the fuck out of them for it and absolutely do the honors while talking really extremely about it, I just feel it in my bones. After all he wants new blood :3 Just imagining the things he’d say… I AM A WHORE!!!!

OOOOO OK PURR!!!!!

combining w/ this

warning: very mild transphobia (saul is a gross chaser and he's learning)

anatomical terms: boobs, vagina/pussy, dick/cock

Saul Goodman always asked his private investigator to get information on people he worked with. Be they long term clients or his own staff, he wanted to know who he was associating with, inside and out. He wasn't going to get caught with his pants down by dealing with someone he couldn't trust. And after you joined his team as his paralegal, you were subject to the same treatment. He honestly wasn't expecting Mike to find much dirt on you, and he didn't. Almost nothing, in fact, but what he did find was far more intriguing than Saul could have ever imagined. He almost didn't believe what Mike told him.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Okay. Let me see if I'm understanding you correctly. Kid's never been in a relationship before. Total virgin. I get that. But you're saying he was born a chick, and wanted to be a dude, so he took some hormones and got his boobs chopped off? Are you for real? You can do that?" Saul had asked.

"That's what his medical records say." Mike had answered. "He's been filling a testosterone prescription for 2 years now, and his 'chest masculinization surgery' was last year. Got a copy of the newspaper publication for his name change, too."

"Did he, uh..." Saul bit his lip and tried to think of a non-creepy way to ask his probably-very-creepy question, "Did he get the downstairs touched up, or is he still rocking the original hardware?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "Doesn't look like he had any other surgeries. Guessing that means he hasn't changed it. Now, you know I'm not one to question your motives, but why is it that you care so much about your paralegal's genitalia?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to get the full story here," Saul had said as a quick excuse, "The world's changing! If men can have vaginas, I say let 'em! I'm always an advocate for self-determination."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Mike had packed up his things and headed for the door. "Just promise me you won't antagonize him over this. He's a good kid. I'd hate for you to scare him off."

"I promise."

That's what he had said, but Saul could barely hide the excitement on his face when you walked in on Monday morning.

"Well, well, well! Look who it is!" Saul laughed and held his arms out for a hug. "Bring it in champ!"

You shrugged and took him up on it, not knowing that he was looking for an excuse to feel your body pressed against his. "Alright, sure!" You said before subjecting yourself to his tight embrace. "What's got you in such a good mood today?"

Saul's hands started to wander down your back and around your sides to your hips. He hadn't noticed how curvy you were before, but now it was all he could think about. "Well, I, uh... I figured you're not all that used to physical intimacy. Thought I'd show you some of what you're missing."

It took a second for his words to register in your brain. “Wait, what?" You pulled yourself out of his arms. "What are you talking about?"

Saul couldn't hide the satisfaction he was feeling. He wore it plainly on his face, and his voice dripped with it. "Your background check came back clean. Very clean. Pure, I should say."

You could tell he was fucking with you, but you had no clue why or what you were supposed to say to that. "Uh... Okay? Is that a good thing, or-?"

Saul needed a new skincare routine, one that stopped smugness from oozing out his pores. "Depends! You saving yourself for marriage? Cause then I guess you're on the right track."

You gulped. So that’s what he was talking about. “N-No, I’m not. I just… haven’t found the right person.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Saul pursed his lips and went back over to his desk. “Well, I imagine it’s difficult with your setup and all. Probably hard to find someone so understanding.”

“My… setup?” You asked, wondering just how meticulous his background check process was. Must've been pretty damn meticulous if he found out the details of your lifeless sex life. “What, uh… what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you know what I mean.” Saul kicked his feet up on his desk, grabbed a pen, and pointed it at you. “Man from the waist-up, woman from the waist-down? I bet that freaks people out, huh?” He chuckled as he set the pen down and took a sip of his coffee. “Not me, though. I’m pretty open-minded. Gotta say, it actually sounds pretty hot.”

"Oh... uh... tha-... thank you...?" Workplace harassment had never seemed so flattering. You wanted to be disgusted. You wanted to throw that coffee in his face, call him a pig, and storm out of his office demanding your last paycheck in the mail. But you didn’t. It was the first time anyone had considered you a sexual being, let alone an attractive sexual being. Rationale and dignity be damned, you wanted more of his attention, but you didn’t want to seem desperate. “So, uh… where do we go from here?”

“We don’t have to go anywhere. Why, did you want it to go somewhere? ‘Cause if you do..." Saul got up from his desk again and strode over to you, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. "...I'd be happy to lead the way." He pressed a tender kiss to your lips, and you, not expecting it whatsoever, tensed up immediately. Saul noticed and pulled back. "Oh, baby boy, have you never even been kissed?"

You shook your head, embarrassed by your own innocence. "N-No..."

Saul didn't even try to hide his excitement. He couldn't believe his luck. He reacted with condescending sympathy. "Ohhh, you poor thing! Whatever am I gonna do with you?"

The answer to that, you'd come to find, was apparently 'strip you half-naked and sit you on his desk.'

"Now, you just lay back and enjoy yourself, okay, baby? I'm gonna help you get ready. I promise, you're gonna love this." He said as he rubbed your bare thighs, gradually lowering his face between them.

"Okay..." You sighed, staring up at the ceiling, not a clue what to expect. There's only so many options when someone puts their face up to your junk, but you had no idea what it was gonna feel like.

Saul spread your lips apart to inspect your virgin anatomy, the first one to explore new, uncharted territory. He'd been through this countless times before, though never with anyone like you, and he liked what made you special. "Aw, how cute! You got yourself a tiny little dick, huh? Is that from the hormones?" Saul chuckled and pressed down on it with his thumb.

Your breath caught in your throat and your body jumped upon contact. "Ah... y-yeah, uh... the testoster-oh! F-Fuck!"

While you were talking, Saul used your distraction as a chance to shove his face into your pussy, swirling his tongue under your foreskin and sucking your mini-cock into his mouth. He even slipped his tongue into your hole and pumped it in and out, probably to give you a preview of what was next. You grabbed his hair and whined, holding on to keep yourself somewhat in the moment with him. You briefly glanced down at him; your eyes met; and he fucking winked.

You threw your head back against the desk and looked up at the ceiling again. Your head was swirling in a way it never had before. It just felt so good. So sloppy, so wet, so electrifying.

By the time Saul pulled his face up, his mouth was literally dripping, and he was gasping for air. He looked unhinged. "Jesus Christ... Are you sure you're a virgin? You're soaking wet."

"I... wha...?" You blushed and hid your face in your hands. "Oh, god... s-sorry..."

"Aw, honey, no, don't apologize for that!" Saul got up off his knees and stood up. He pried your hands away from your face and interlocked his fingers with yours. "It just means you're excited! You must want it really bad, huh?"

You did, but the uncertainty of it all was still so scary. "Mhm... it's, uh... it's not gonna hurt, right?"

"Nope! It shouldn't 'cause I ate you out first. That's what I meant by getting you ready. And you were quite the tasty treat, buddy." He booped your nose to get you to smile, and it worked. You felt calmer instantly. "You good to go?"

You took a deep breath, the air whistling on your exhale. "Y-Yeah, I think so."

Saul worked on pulling himself out of his pants. He lined up his fat cock with your virgin hole and poked it, testing your reaction. You seemed okay, so he slowly, ever so slowly, slid inside and stretched you out. The both of you let out low, deep groans, savoring the new, deep connection you shared with each other.

"Phew..." Saul sighed as he bottomed out in you. "God, that's good, kid. You're the tightest little thing I've ever had my cock inside." He pulled back, nearly all the way out, and then snapped his hips forward. You squeaked, and he did it again. "So... fucking... good..."

So fucking good was an understatement. You wrapped your arms around his back and clung to him, moaning softly and timidly as your sleazy boss took your virginity. You'd always imagined your first time would be romantic and sweet, and on a bed, not hasty, nasty fucking on the desk where your paychecks were signed. Oh well, either way, it felt fucking fantastic.

As was the case with everything else in his life, Saul had lots to say. "Yeahhh, that's it, baby boy, that's it. Take it. I ne- I never... Mmm, never would've thought you had a pussy like this. So wet for me... so warm... so fucking tight... And I get to be the one to break it in... Making me believe in God again, kid... Cause you... you're a fucking angel..."

Hearing his affectionate praise, feeling his firm strokes inside you. The way he talked to you, touched you, kissed you, tasted you. This may have been your first time with anyone, but you could tell it wouldn't be your last with him.

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courfeyracs-swordcane · 1 year

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Teddy... after being mutuals w you for who knows how long I NEED to ask... what does robobs mean? I've been paying attention to the tags on my notifs for a bit and I think that's the one thing I still have no clue about ahdkshfjshfjd

OH BOY! You’ve activated my trap card!

Short version: tag for me and the gang ( @nosongunsung11 @coyotefang1987 @wildfandom @lemonade-comet @dogliker73 )’s transformers ocs. When I first made the spreadsheet I titled it ‘Robobs’ and it stuck. In March we made a 120 slide power point explaining the lore and we’ve made like 20 new guys since then

LONG VERSION: (and I’m only getting into blorbos from MY brain bc there’s like 85 of these mfers collectively)(Guys who come in several separate-but-linked subsets)

(edit: now with images! picrews linked here, here, here, and here and art by @orange-artist/@nosongunsung11)

THE OGS:

Packet and Pinch: (turn into biplanes) little guys who came after the war, them and their dad sometimes moonlight on a research vessel called Forte Spes where theoretically they’re archival assistants but mostly what that means is that Pinch holds the microphone during interviews because when Packet was allowed to do that he kept eating it. When they’re a little older Pinch gets a proper job on Forte Spes helping out and Packet joins the mafia/eventually winds up inheriting an organized crime unit and accidentally taking over a small city (think like JVJ’s Madeleine era except not on purpose)

Hot Shot: (turns into a diy dragrace car) himbo. former Autobot soldier turned drifter (technically looking for one of his war buddies who disappeared but he keeps getting sidetracked) turned preschool teaching assistant on the moon. Frontman of a very small emo band. Meter’s twin brother, Aileron’s best friend, (Sweets isn’t mine, but) Sweets’s self-invited roommate (weird gay thing)

Meter: (used to turn into a regular car, now functions as a speedometer)(also his name is actually Gauge, Aileron just started calling him Metermaid to make fun of him and it stuck) wildly normal little guy for being so fucked up. Got his face and hands and altmode taken by the government for being an anarchist in cop college. Spent the war on the world’s most legally questionable enemies to lovers roadtrip looking for his brother. Hot Shot’s twin, Aileron’s husband.

Aileron: (turns into a massive fucking jet) pointedly neutral freelance journalist. Extremely chill and wildly pessimistic. Can and will befriend anyone with an unfortunate heaping side of terminal Everyone He Really Cares About Keeps Fucking Disappearing Into Thin Air disease. Spent the road-trip causing problems on purpose bc it was funny and also bc he was pretty sure Hot Shot was dead and he didn’t know how to tell Meter so he was stalling. Meter’s husband, Hot Shot’s best friend.

THE ANCIENTS:

Catalyzer (Cat): (left)(turns into a shield except no he doesn’t anymore because he has daddy issues) fucked up old knight. Kind of a dick except with his knight partner and her spouse (the three of them come as a set do not separate <3) and with his little sister (150ft tall). Memory issues wildly exacerbated by the fact that he spent ten million years on the euthanasia planet. There’s a very good au in which he co-parents his nephew w his ex’s ex-wife.

Firefight (FF): (turns into a flamethrower except no he doesn’t bc what if he fucks up his paint) Bitchass little twink. Catalyzer’s shitty ex who lobotomized him. The god of transformation’s special little boy and he’s gonna make it everyone’s problem. After the god war (during which he helped work on a large-scale lobotomy project that made everyone forget the gods) he realized that if there’s not gods to hang around he can’t get special treatment for being god’s special little boy anymore so he fucked off to live in a cave for ten million years and only came out for Cat’s little sister’s funeral bc he figured everyone who would have known him would be dead by now except spoiler alert no they’re not and he immediately gets his ass beat. We don’t have time to get into his wife.

Moonshadow (Shades): (turns into a shuttle)(uses that to cause problems) Catalyzer’s nephew (she/her), troublemaking Weird Little Art Girl TM who’s constantly tagging along on any mission she can get herself into. Unfortunately that includes the mission that lands everyone on the euthanasia planet :(

Equalizer (EQ): (turns into. Maybe a grenade. I haven’t decided yet) Firefight’s ‘apprentice’/weird intense son he didn’t ask for and doesn’t want and also is lowkey terrified of. Functions entirely on looney toons logic. Theoretically xey’re supposed to be helping FF w his lobotomies but he’s scared xey’ll be better than him and take his job so mostly xyr job is knocking people out with the blunt end of xyr Massive Fucking Scythe for their nonconsensual government-assigned brain surgeries and being generally unsettling. Spends FF cave arc waiting outside where he told xem to which xey're not fucked up about but it does make xem very much more fucked up.

Legion: (turns into I don’t know yet probably an anvil or a lever): Little knight guy under the god of wisdom. Dumb as a box of rocks. Trying so fuxking hard all the time and not really getting anywhere with it but that’s okay. Loves his friends so goddamn much. Really fuckin stupid for a guy who kind of functions as the voice of reason in the polycule. Died on the euthanasia planet. :(

Endymion: (turns into a unicorn)(but like the goat kind) goldenboy blacksmith, built to help the main god make guys, conscientious objector to the god war so now he helps out in the armory. Haunted as hell (just kind of vibing with it). Missed the mission that landed everyone on the euthanasia planet and got locked out of the armory :(

DECEPTICON HR OFFICE/EXTENDED CONSTRUCTION UNIT:

Zephyr aka Dreadnought: (used to turn into a flashdrive, tried to do some sketchy ass back alley surgery to turn into something better and fucked it up so now he can’t turn into anything) edgy little goth twink lying wildly about almost everything abt himself. Former spy, current guy who sits in the corner of the office chainsmoking and giving off absolutely rancid vibes. He’s writing a memoir. (it’s bad.) Gets Fixed by the power of Carburetor going “wow, do you have any other slogans from like. Hot topic?” and is really confusingly normal at the postwar HR reunion/Hadron and his boyfriend’s impromptu wedding

Carburetor (CB): (used to turn into a pickup truck, got exploded) readymade soldier who wound up taking over as mostly-untrained medic when the actual medic was killed bc he had spent a lot of time in the medbay recently (due to the getting exploded incident) and kind of osmosed hopefully enough to go off of. Takes no shit but has terminal “I Can Fix Him” Disease (both romantically and medically) but really he’s the one getting fixed—he has a hobby now! 😊 (it’s Zephyr)

Hadron: (serial number ending in 0104)(turns into a crane) starry-eyed little science guy with a secondhand soul. Part of the construction unit and also working part time (illegally) in HR. Defected to the Autobots towards the end of the war and is now doing a goddamn lot of finding out for very little fucking around. Very easy to manipulate. Both has a missing boyfriend and is the missing boyfriend. Main character disease (affectionate but oh dear god at what cost)

Reefer: (0100)(take a wild guess) de-facto leader/union rep of the construction unit by virtue of being built first. Doing his goddamn best but he’s fundamentally just a sillyguy. Also has a secondhand soul but he doesn’t know about it. Would do anything for his little guys. Sneaks Hadron his science magazines. Hazard’s qpp, Hadron’s bestie, other side of Rico’s coin. Died during the great latewar Construction Unit Defection.

Hazard: (0101)(turns into a dump truck) absolutely fuckin massive very nice and kind SIC & emotional support of the construction unit. Also has a secondhand soul but it’s never really relevant. Guy who’s usually the one to talk to outsiders for the gang. Has never held a gun but almost got sent to the front lines of the war bc they’re Fucking Huge and hella shit was pulled to Stop That Happening (without them even knowing in the first place). Reefer’s qpp, Dyker (0102) isn’t mine and there’s a lot of lore but Dyker is their best friend (I think?). Dead. (Meter pushed them off one of the spires of Decepticon HQ bc they asked if he was okay and were a little too concerned)

Ricochet (Rico): (0103)(turns into a backhoe) oh she’s so fucked up. She’s so fucked up. Also has a secondhand soul and she’s not really aware of that but she’s not normal about it either. Hadron’s older sister figure (derogatory), other side of Reefer’s coin (Threefer), imprinted hard on Dyker and took the Shit That Got Pulled really REALLY badly. Blames Hadron for Reefer’s death to avoid blaming herself. Was briefly a neutral medic but went back to the Decepticons real quick and took the ending of the war also incredibly badly. (And by incredibly badly I mean she got a group to try and restart the war and recruited a bunch of guys to try and replace her family and it’s Not Working)

Chainlink: (turns into a tank)(attempt at replacing Hazard) Rico’s Fucking Massive SIC/de-facto bodyguard who’s really not jazzed about following someone else’s orders. Does it anyway out of… respect that she got there first (or something.) but makes it very very clear that Ze Would Kill Her (in a weird gay way) If Ze Got the Chance. (Ze is in fact given the chance and Doesn’t Take It. Neither of them are really sure how to cope with that). Died one time during the war but got better and is kind of an asshole about that. Mean sense of humor.

Sprocket: (turns into a handheld cannon)(Hadron but Rico likes him) literally just a little guy. Built on Earth approximately three days before the war ended and doesn’t actually know what that means for anything. Definitely getting a little bit gaslighted here. Finds out abt that and is so betrayed/hurt/doesn’t know what else to do that he turns them all in and fucks off to actually see the universe and the planet outside the war and also go to robot law school. Does tech/support/recon for the squad’s endeavors and missions from a secret third location

Roughhouse: (turns into a lifted ass Ford F150)(Reefer 2 smarter boogaloo) Sprocket’s bestie and everyone’s emotional support himbo and by emotional support himbo I mean this guy is treating this revolution like a kindergarten teacher. Guy who 100% tried to set up a sticker system to try and get Rico and Chainlink to be normal. He’s not even that invested in it he just thinks it’s funny to get Rico overly invested in things she’s Going to lose. Yes she’s his boss technically yes she forgets that sometimes (younger sister instinct). The fanciest and only prewar member of the gang. Former bouncer, early Decepticon recruit, current pacifist and backup guy.

THE SECRET OTHER OPTION:

Rudder: of Rudder and Oar fame. They don’t give a shit they’re just out there fishing. A lot of the time they wind up picking up body parts/people but that’s not what they’re fishing for so they just toss them in the back to sell to the mafia. Together they turn into a bigger boat.

#FINALLY #hello sorry this took so long it’s like 1.7k words #robobs

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whimsywillowwrites · 2 years

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Only Fools Rush In

Summary: Janus crushes on Logan from afar. He finally gathers the courage to ask him out on a date with some encouragement from his best friend, Remus. For @loceitweek2022! *:･ﾟ✧

Characters: Romantic Loceit and Remus as your friendly neighborhood hype man

Word Count: 2,934

Genre: College AU, Meet Cute, Library, Romance, Dating, Demisexual Character, Janus pining hardcore

Rated T for language and sensuality

Janus Moretti was pining.

It all started at the beginning of the semester. Janus normally didn't normally leave his apartment to do homework, but Remus had invited a few people from his rock band over, and it was hard to concentrate.

The student library was nice. It had three floors and there was a coffee shop inside. Optimal place for peace and caffeine.

Janus settled at a table and cracked open his laptop. Then, he saw him—a boy with fawn-colored hair and glasses, working inventory from a metal cart. He ran long lines down the spines of each book he came across with great care, as if understood how important and precious each one was before returning them to their rightful place on the shelves. One day, Janus caught a glance at his nametag—Logan.

And, well, that was it. Every single time Logan walked by, his heart squished in his chest. There was something about him that made Janus want to do incredibly sappy things, like press his fingertips between his eyebrows until the furrow melted away or buy him coffee.

Ugh. Feelings.

Disgusting.

Janus' eyes drifted across the room. Logan usually wore button downs, always tucked into a pair of tight jeans and paired with a necktie, but today he was wearing a sweater. It was cobalt and brought out just how bright blue his eyes were.

"Damn it," Janus muttered. "He's so hot."

"He looks like he has a stick up his ass if you ask me."

Janus thwacked Remus on the arm with The Art of War. "Don't bad mouth my crush!"

A slow smile stretched across Remus' face. He was sitting across from him and working on a neon green lollipop, shiny and round like a marble between his teeth. Several piercings dotted his ears, but he wore a dangly silver one shaped like a morning star that glittered whenever he moved.

"I'm just saying," Remus said, wagging the lollipop at him. "He looks uptight as fuck. Who the hell can stand to sit up straight all day like that? I've never seen him slouch once."

"So what? He has impeccable posture."

"Oh, so posture is hot, now?"

"Yes."

Remus rolled his eyes. "You have no clue what you're talking about."

"I have taste is what I have."

"Then do something about it. Go talk to him."

"It's not that easy."

"Yeah, it is. You just go up to him and open your mouth and say stuff."

Easy for Remus to say. He always spoke his mind without caring what other people thought. Sometimes, it was more of a case of brain to mouth filter, but other times, Janus really wished he had his confidence and his ability to bounce back so quickly when things didn't go according to plan.

"I don't even know if he's gay," Janus hedged.

"You'd find out if you asked him out."

"Oh, sure." Janus flicked his wrist. "Let's just gamble all of my dignity and pride. Toss it at the wind!"

"He's got an Apple watch," Remus pointed out.

"That means nothing."

"The wristband is a rainbow."

"That still means nothing."

"Listen, if you ask him out, I'll back you up. If it goes wrong, I'll create a diversion and pull the fire alarm or something. And if he's an asshole, I'll throw a book at his head."

"No," Janus said.

"A real big one. Full of manners and etiquette or some shit."

"Remus, you are not going to throw a book at him."

"Fine. I'll pull the stick out of his ass and beat him with it."

Janus gave a heavy eye roll.

It wasn't as if Janus was shy. He wasn't. He knew how to charm his teachers into accepting a late assignment, how to make someone blush and how to deliver a powerful speech that had everyone holding their breaths and leaning forward in their seats. He was good with people. Sociable. Smooth.

But this ... this was different. This was a like a grade school crush. Janus hadn't had one of those since, well, grade school. Sure, he dated before, but he only went out with men he met online or in class. It was easy to flirt when the person was clearly into him, but Logan was a complete stranger. Janus had no idea how to approach him.

"So," Remus said. "You gonna do it or not?"

"No. I'm too busy."

"Yeah, being a little chicken shit."

Janus kicked him in the shin without any malice. Remus cackled out a loud laugh.

"Excuse me."

Janus froze. Slowly, he turned his head to see Logan standing nearby with the book cart, his beautiful pink bow of a mouth twisted into a frown.

"Can you two please keep it down? We are in a library."

Janus' palms started to sweat. How long had he been standing there? How much had he heard? Had he heard anything at all? Panic flared inside his chest, his tongue moving before his brain could fully process the situation and blurted out: "Yes, sir."

Remus lost it. He fell against the table and started shaking with laughter.

Janus closed his eyes. Fucking hell.

The innuendo was clearly lost on Logan because he looked sincerely confused. "You don't have to call me sir. I cannot be that much older than you."

"I, uh ...Yes. Apologies."

Logan shrugged. He sent Janus one last puzzled look before wheeling the cart away.

As soon as he was gone, Janus dropped his burning face into his hands and groaned. He wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor and die.

"Well," Remus said, still snickering. "That went well."

Janus swatted him with the book again.

***

A week later, Janus and Remus stood outside of the library and underneath an awning to get out of a storm. The rain was coming down hard, bouncing against the pavement like silver coins and drumming over their heads.

"If I had known it was going to rain today, I would have brought an umbrella," Janus complained. He was soaked and wanted nothing more than to slip into something warm and comfortable, but their apartment was quite a walk from here.

"I like it," Remus said. He reached out his hand to catch some of the raindrops like a little kid. He was soaked too, his black leather jacket slick with water and his violet eyeshadow smeared.

"Let's just go inside. We can get coffee and wait for it to let up."

"Good idea," Remus said. "Maybe your Pocket Protector boyfriend is there."

God, he hoped not. Janus would like to look at least halfway decent around his crush. They stepped inside of the library and a rush of warmth instantly seeped in Janus’ skin. He took off his beanie and ran a hand through his damp hair.

And of course, there he was—Logan, sitting at the front desk and reading a book. Everyone else on campus must have gotten the memo about the rain because there weren't too many students here today. His back was straight as a sword, brows furrowed in concentration and beautiful as always.

Remus beamed. "Well, well. Look who's here!"

Janus internally groaned. He hiked up the collar of his jacket and passed Logan as quickly as possible to get to the stairwell. Remus' combat boots echoed as he followed him down to the café. There was no line. The barista punched in their orders and brought them their coffee fairly quickly.

Hot liquid slid down Janus' throat and warmed his insides. He was still soaked. Water dripped off of his clothes and formed a puddle on the linoleum floor.

"Sooo?" Remus prompted. "What are you waiting for? He's clearly not busy."

"He's reading. That means he doesn't want to be disturbed."

"He's reading because he's probably bored out of his mind at work, you dumb ass. Maybe it'd make his day to have a cute boy hit on him. Ever think about that? Huh? Did ya?"

"Now you sound like your brother."

"Yeah? Well, you sound like a wuss. Wuss, wuss, wuss. Mr. Wussyman."

Janus rolled his eyes. "Oh, very mature of you."

"How about this? If you talk to him, I'll give you five dollars."

"Now you're bribing me to talk to my crush?" Janus tossed his head back. "Ha! Please. That'll never work." He took a long sip of his coffee. Swallowed it slowly. Then, "Make it ten."

"Fine. Anything to get you to move your ass already. I'm sick of your pining."

They shuffled back up the stairs. Janus stalled by following Remus to the horror section and browsing for a book to check out. Finally, he settled on The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and made his way to the front desk.

Janus cleared his throat. "Hello."

Logan startled. His eyes immediately glanced over the scar on the left side of Janus' face. It was silver now, a jagged line that slashed from his eyebrow down to his jaw. At a distance, it was hard to make out, but it was much clearer if you were standing next to him. The eye on that side was a bright gold, compared to the right, which was a solid walnut brown. They had never been this close to each other before, let alone talked, aside from the please be quiet incident. This was the first time Logan was really seeing him.

Logan set his book faced down on the desk—The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. "Apologies. How can I help you?"

Janus pushed his book at him. While Logan got to work on checking Janus out, Janus leaned over the desk, trying to appear casual. "So ..." he began.

Logan gave him a sideways glance. "You're dripping on Arthur Canon Doyle."

Janus jolted back. "Sorry." Another puddle was forming at his feet. He scuffed at it with his shoe. "Do you come here often?"

Logan frowned. "I work here."

"I know. It was a joke."

"Oh."

Awkward silence.

"Welp!" Janus snatched his book and forced a cheery grin. "Bye!"

He ran out the library with a bruised ego, internally kicking himself for trying such a cheesy pick up line. Remus paid him only twenty-five cents for such a poor attempt and boilsted up his confidence for when they returned a few days later.

It was another rainy April afternoon. Once again, Janus hadn't checked the weather before leaving his apartment and entered the library looking like he'd just walked off of an intense ride at Splash Mountain.

Janus hastily wiped water off his face. "Maybe he isn't here today."

"Check again," Remus said. He hooked his fingers under Janus' chin and forced him to turn his head. "Calculator Watch at twelve o'clock."

Logan was working inventory again. Outside, the rain hacked against the windowpanes and slid down the glass. Thunder roared, followed by an explosion of lighting, so intense, Janus could feel it in his bones. The lightning illuminated Logan's profile between the aisles, his hip pressed against the side of the book cart and reading the back of a novel, too absorbed in his own world to even acknowledge the storm.

Janus took in the pieces of him—his soft brown hair brushing over his eyebrows, his broad shoulders and long legs, and it felt as if he had been zapped. "Fuck."

"Not yet," Remus said. He gave him an encouraging little push in Logan's direction. "Go talk to him. I'll be hanging around. Moral support."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Gonna grab the biggest, fattest dictionary here. Best to be prepared, in case it goes awry."

Janus was too nervous to even make a comment on that. It took another push from Remus to get his legs moving in Logan's direction. He sucked in a deep breath, pushing down the butterflies in his stomach and plastered on his most charming, practiced smile.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi." Logan turned his head. "You are dripping on the books again."

Janus immediately stepped away from the cart. "Sorry."

Logan didn't respond. The button down he was wearing was well fitted and tucked into a pair of very tight, dark jeans that accentuated his waist and it was just—not fair. Not at fair all. He lifted on his toes to reach a higher shelf, his sleeve shifting down to reveal a stretch of pale skin.

Janus was surprised. "You have a tattoo?"

Logan whirled around and slapped his hand over his forearm. "Yes."

"Why are you hiding it?"

"I'm at work. It's inappropriate."

Janus snorted. "A tattoo doesn't make you less professional, in my opinion. I pointed it out because I thought it was cool, not to get you in trouble. What is it of?"

Logan hesitated.

Janus smiled in an attempt to be reassuring. "It wasn't a trick question."

The pink faded from Logan's cheeks. He slowly removed his hand to reveal a simple chemical formula in black ink. "It's acetylcholine," he explained. "It's a neurotransmitter that plays an essential role in attention, learning, and memory."

"That's interesting," Janus said, because it was. "Do you like science?"

"Yes. I am majoring in Neuroscience."

Holy shit. "That sounds really hard."

Logan shrugged. "Not really. I enjoy the classes."

Okay, okay, so he didn't just look smart, but he was smart. Double whammy in Janus' book.

"Hi, sweetie!" A blonde boy with curly hair stepped next to Logan. He wore a pair of light blue overalls and rounded glasses. A folded umbrella with frogs on it dripped at his side. "You forgot your lunch."

"Ah. Thank you, Patton."

The blonde, or Patton, apparently, smiled and handed him a lunch box. "I see you're busy with someone, so I'll get out of your hair. I'll see you later?"

"Yes," Logan said.

Patton beamed. He gave Janus a polite nod and disappeared.

Heavy disappointment sank in Janus' gut. Of course Logan had a boyfriend. Of course.

But well ... he supposed he couldn't know that ... for certain. At the same time, he wasn't quite sure how to ask. He supposed the only way was to be upfront but god, that was so awkward. Then again, this whole thing was already awkward enough. If he didn't say something then Remus was going to beat his ass, and Janus would always wonder what if. Besides, he had already committed to this stupid thing. If Janus further embarrassed himself then it wouldn't be the end of the world. He would just die in a hole somewhere, but he would be fine. All fine.

Janus crossed his arms and leaned against the bookshelf. "So was that your ..." He hesitated. "Boy ... friend?"

Logan gave him a strange look. "No. What gave you that impression?"

"He called you sweetie."

"He calls everyone sweetie."

"Ah," Janus said, trying to ignore the swell of hope blooming in his chest. "Nice. Very, uh. Good."

"I guess."

"Soooo, do you have one?"

"Have what?"

"A boyfriend."

"Oh. No."

Remus popped out around a bookshelf behind Logan and flashed a wide, goofy grin. He gave a thumbs up.

Janus shot him a very pointed look. Logan's brows twitched inward. He began to turn around to see whatever it was Janus was looking at, and Janus panicked, his mouth moving before his brain could kick in, blurting out, "Are you gay?"

Logan fwipped his head up. A faint blush seared his cheeks. "I don't see how that is any of your business."

God. This was going horribly.

"Apologies. You're right, it's not my business, I meant no offense. It's just—I am. Gay, I mean. Very gay. I was wondering if you were, too. You don't have to answer, I ... I'm sorry."

A long pause. Logan crossed his arms. "Fine. I'm gay."

This was going wonderfully! Remus popped out again and flashed another thumbs up. Instantly, Janus' confidence was back up.

"Excellent! Do you want to go to Lou Malnati's sometime?"

Logan frowned. "Are you making fun of me?"

"I—what? No! No, I'm asking you out."

Logan's frown deepened. "Why? You don't even know me."

Because you're cute and smart and have impeccable posture, but instead he said, "I know. That's the point. I want to get to know you."

"Because you think I'm attractive?"

"Uh, yes? Yes, definitely."

Logan took a second before responding. He shelved one of the books with a loud clunk-ing noise before turning to face him. "I need to make some things clear first before I give you my answer."

"Okay."

"If you are asking me out for sex, it is not going to happen."

Janus choked. The unscarred side of his face burned pink. Still, Logan pressed on.

"I also will not want to kiss you on the first date. Maybe not even the second or the third or even the tenth, if our courtship gets that far. If I eventually do feel a sexual attraction towards you, I may choose then to engage in sexual activity, but there is also a chance that I will never wish to engage in it, despite an emotional component on my part."

It took Janus' brain a second to catch up to all of that. "Okay, are you saying you're ... ace? Is that right?"

"Demisexual."

The word rolled around in Janus' head. He knew what that was. He'd just never met anyone who identified that way before. "Okay. Okay, cool."

Logan lifted his eyebrows. "Cool?"

"Yeah," Janus said, shrugging. "I still want to take you out. I know you don't know anything about me but ..."

"I don't even know your name."

"It's Janus."

"Janus," Logan repeated. "All right. As long as you are 'cool' with it, I accept your offer."

***

A/N: I wasn't going to post anything because this is unfinished, but I figured I could share this as a WIP. ^_^ This takes place in the same universe as my Prinxiety fic, A Lesson In Love and Romance, which you can read on AO3. Rating and details are subject to change after I complete the entire fic. There is a playlist which you can find here in the meantime, if you would like.

Thanks for reading!

#loceitweek2022 #loceitweek2022day5 #Janus Sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #tsfanfic #lociet #meetcute #romance #collegeau #whimsywillowwrites

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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WIP Sunday Monday

I managed a little under 1K tonight so I'm going to take that W.

This scene is pretty spoiler free so I'm going to post it. Mij and Jango continue to have an interesting dynamic in that I feel like Mij is so frank and no-bullshit that he doesn't mince words with Jango and he appreciates it which in turn makes him prone to opening up to him more than other people he's closer to. Because....teenagers. Well that, and sometimes you just want an adult to talk to you like you're not a child.

Jaster and Plo continue to be the worst-kept secret in the True Mandalorians to boot.

Standard warnings apply, super rough draft, I haven't even looked at what I'm posting so it might be utter shit.

But I DID discover a new synthwave mix on Spotify to listen to while writing so that's exciting. I also did not realize that Tangerine Dream who wrote the ORIGINAL Legend soundtrack is considered synthwave or one of the precursors and that just explains so much about why I love this genre so much. I owned that shit on tape. Loved By the Sun is still one of my favorite songs ever. Also Tron: Legacy soundtrack falls into it too that's hands down my favorite movie soundtrack ever. The fact Daft Punk only wrote two movie soundtracks before they broke up is one of my greatest musical sad points. Actually, I was wrong I thought they did another movie beyond Tron: Legacy but I guess they only wrote that one. Even worse. :( I like Daft Punk but I'm not a HUGE Daft Punk or EDM fan in general. I appreciate it and enjoy a lot of it. My twenties were very much into bands like Infected Mushroom and a lot of random ass European house and trance bands but I kinda floated out of the scene after that. But Tron: Legacy soundtrack was on a whole other level. Synthwave definitely scratches that born and raised on 80's movies electronic soundtrack itch very nicely that I have.

I'm gonna put the laptop away and try and convince my brain to stfu so I can try and sleep now.

By the time Mij made it back to base, some semblance of order had been restored. Myles was passed out on the couch with his head laying in Jango’s lap. The boy’s eyes were red-rimmed and he still looked upset but he’d composed himself somewhat Mij was a little worried that his hand hadn't strayed from the blaster sitting next to him on the couch.

“Where’s Jaster?” Mij asked, making an effort to try and keep the bark from his question despite his own uncertain temper. He had no karking clue what was going on and it was starting to piss him off.

“Downstairs talking to the other delegates, I think he’s trying to put a hunting party together for Montross.”

“Fine, that’ll keep him busy. How are you, verd’ika? What about Myles? What the hell happened to him?”

Jango’s mouth condensed to a grim, bloodless slash and Mij knew he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of him. So he busied himself with pulling out a scanner and started to monitor the unconscious Kiffar’s vitals.

They were all strong and steady thankfully. He found no overt sign of injury which only puzzled him further.

“I take if your father wanted you to stay here and make sure Myles was okay?”

“Yeah, it’s dumb. Montross isn’t going to come here.”

“He won’t but if he were to contact Death Watch and warn them we’re down three people they might decide to get ballsy and press their luck. I’m sure the thought has crossed your father’s mind.”

“I’m not a useless kid.” Jango spat that last word like it was something filthy or unclear.

“Jango, he’s not treating you like a child. He’s trusted you to guard your friend and superior officer’s back.”

“Don’t patronize me, Mij. I screwed up and Montross got away because of it.”

“That I can’t speak of since I kinda came in halfway through. Let’s say you’re right and you did screw up. What can you learn from that mistake and how you can you avoid repeating it?” Mij asked gently and stowed his scanning unit away.

“ If you want my opinion? I think you’re so desperate to prove yourself that you’re potentially taking risks you don’t need to. Maybe that’s just inexperience, maybe just dumb teenage impetuousness.”

“I was just so angry. He tried to have me killed. I knew he didn’t like me but I didn’t know he hated me that much.” There was a strange note of wounded vulnerability in the teenage boy’s voice and Mij was reminded once again just how young Jango was in a lot of ways.

Having grown up outside the Mandalorian culture, even he struggled at times with understanding letting a teenager like Jango being exposed to the dangers of an active campaign but there was also the politics and other dangers beyond avoiding getting your head blown off by an enemy blaster bolt.

It was one thing to have an enemy try and kill you, another to have a supposed ally apparently hire a Death Watch assassin to try and kill you supposedly because you were in the way of whatever stupid political machinations you had.

“I don’t know kid. I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.”

Stars, he wasn’t a man who was prone to violence but in that moment, if Montross had been in the room he would have shot the son of a bantha-karker in the gut and let him bleed out in gruesome agony.

Mij could only imagine what was going through Jaster’s head right now but judging by the kill order he’d just put out, it wasn’t anything good.

“Come on, I think between the two of us, we can move him into his room. He’ll probably be more comfortable there. I can set up an IV drip easier there too.” He didn’t mention he didn’t particularly want them to stay here, exposed and with nothing to prevent a opportunistic Death Watch member from trying to snipe them from the still broken window.

Mij could have carried Myles all on his own but he wanted to give Jango something to focus on. The boy seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding. He grabbed the blaster that had been sitting next to him on the couch and shoved it into the waistband of his lounge pants and carefully lifted Myles’s head from his lap so he could climb to his feet.

“Do you think we should call Plo Koon?” Mij asked as he wrapped his arms underneath the younger Mandalorian’s shoulders while Jango picked up his feet.

A surprised look flashed across the boy’s face before he managed to lock down his expression into something more natural. “I don’t think Jaster would want that. I don’t think he told him we were hunting for Death Watch.”

“It’s not about what he wants, it’s about what he needs. I think having his Jedi around might help keep calmer heads prevailing right now.”

Jango grimaced at Mij calling Plo Jaster’s Jedi as they carried the unconscious Myles down the hallway towards the man’s room. He didn’t want to admit it but even the weight of carrying the other Mandalorian’s feet was making his stomach muscles twinge unpleasantly. He had the sneaking suspicion he had some new bruising courtesy of Montross’s rough treatment.

“So…you know then?”

��Wait? Was it supposed to be a secret? If so? That’s like the worst kept secret ever.”

The pained look on Jango’s face would have been laughable in any other circumstances.

#el writes #wip sunday #except not because it's monday but shush #fanfic snippets #seeds for the future fic #jango fett #mij gilamar

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baraqi · 2 years

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thoughts about somnophilia w/ sunoo? (with consent ofc bcs that's a must!)

warnings: somnophilia (ofc lol), soft dom!sunoo, kinda perv!sunoo, afab sub! reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fem terms/pet names are used for reader, reader has a wet dream and sunoo wakes her to make it become a reality.

(this has been sitting in my inbox for a while i’m sorry abt the wait anon😭 combining this with a morning sex with sunoo ask i got a couple days ago too)

(kinda piggybacking off the perv!sunoo post in my masterlist lol) sunoo was always so considerate with u. u both were each other’s first for everything. he would never want to scare u away.

but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have the most filthy thoughts about u.

you’ve had sex with each other before, many times in fact. but it was the same thing every time for the most part. u seemed to enjoy it so he didn’t wanna push ur boundaries unless u made the first move. so when u had brought up somnophilia, his brain short circuited. “would u ever wanna try it?”

he could’ve came right there. “yeah sure of course. whatever you want, angel,” he replied, kissing ur forehead. “when?”

“surprise me”

oh he’ll surprise u alright. the next morning actually.

he woke up before u, like most days. he didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas and just brushed his teeth and went back in bed with u to go on his phone until u woke up. and he did just that. until u starting making lil noises in ur sleep.

at first he thought u were having a nightmare but then he caught on when u started whimpering and grinding on his thigh. then he remembered what u said yesterday. he wanted to hold back for some reason.

“hnng sunnyyy. want.” k that’s it.

he carefully freed his leg from between urs and crawled in between ur legs. lucky for him, u were only wearing panties and a shirt. so he pulls ur shirt up a bit and sees a lil wet patch. his heart warms at the fact that u want him even in ur dreams, with no clue of what’s abt to happen.

he slowly rubs his thumb up and down ur slit through the thin fabric then circles around ur clothed clit, still hearing ur sleepy heavy breathing. he places a soft kiss to ur bud, making u mewl and making him hold back a giggle at how cute u are all desperate for him and u don’t even know it.

he decides he’s done teasing u and carefully spreads ur legs a bit more. he looks at ur sleepy face one more time and kisses ur thigh, then moves ur panties to the side, a string of ur wetness following it. he wraps his plump lips around ur clit and u sharply buck ur hips into him, throbbing between his lips. he begins to lap at ur sensitive bud as u start to stir.

u feel butterflies in ur whole body while ur hips move so u look down and see ur heavenly boyfriend licking ur pussy and smiling like it’s his new favorite ice cream. the sight’s just too fucking hot. “good morning, princess,” he says innocently while staring up at u. u whimper as u run ur fingers through his hair. he continues to fuck u with his tongue, then lifts his head to ask, “you seemed to really be enjoying your dream just now. do you wanna tell me about it, pretty?” he leaves open mouthed kisses on ur pussy as u try to form sentences. “we were h-here… and th-then you pulled me int-to your lap n started to touch me… a-and everything felt s-so good,” u groan. “oh baby i’m gonna make you feel even better,” he breathes out as he rises onto his knees to kick off his sweatpants and free his cock from his boxers, groaning as he strokes himself while admiring ur body beneath him all spread and vulnerable just for him. only for his eyes. “so fucking beautiful,” he says while he tugs at his length. he grabs the base of his cock and teases around ur leaky hole. “do you want this as badly as i do, baby?” “y-yes sunny please i need you,” you whimper out while reaching for his arms. he lowers himself so he’s on top of u with a soft smile, faces centimeters apart. “i love you so much” he says before connecting his lips with yours while slowly pushing himself into u. he smiles against ur lips, swallowing up all the cute sounds you make while he shallowly thrusts into u. u both don’t speak, just whine each other’s names and moan as if it was ur first time altogether, hands laced together on the mattress and feeling every little movement of his cock and arching ur back when he hits that gummy spot inside of u that he loves so much.

“sun i’m so close please so fucking close,” you whine, breaking the silence.

“i know, love, can feel you clenching. wanna cum with me, precious?”

“fuckk yes want it so bad”

“want it inside, baby? want me to breed your pretty little pussy? take my cummies like a good girl?” he moves his hand between ur thighs and rubs tight circles on ur clit while u move ur hips up for more.

“yes sunoo fuck please give it to me!"

with a final movement of his hips ur coming undone around him as he spills his load into u, groaning while his ministrations on ur swollen pink bud slow to a stop as u catch ur breath.

u lay in silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence, feeling his cum start to dribble out of u and onto the sheets. he hears a sound of discomfort leave ur lips and looks down to see his seed come into view as ur pussy clenches around nothing.

“my pretty baby always takes everything i give her,” he kisses ur forehead. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, sun” u reply as u press ur lips sleepily against his.

#enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #sunoo hard hours #sunoo smut #sunoo x reader #enha hard hours #enhypen drabbles #sunoo drabbles #baraqi sunoo

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Pythia, A Supernatural Rewrite. Dead in the Water, p.3

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notes: howdy! sorry for the delay, i didn't want to rush this one and land you w an uggo chapter simply because i couldn't find inspiration. i did eventually tho! includes some cute researching, snow bonding, and hot chocolate <3 idk about you but it's still mf snowing where i live, so winter vibes ig.

LAKE MANITOC, WISCONSIN - NOV. 17th, early morning.

By the time Dean got back to the motel, it was three in the morning and snowing mercilessly.

None of you had any solid clue as to what Lucas’ drawing meant, but either way, the Carltons needed to be kept under a close eye. You took shifts watching them for the next few days. Sam took the first, you spent the following day listening to audiobooks in the Impala and squinting at the house, and Dean had the next night. It bored all three of you to tears—you hoped for the Carltons’ sake it stayed that way.

Between shifts, the research machine worked with more endurance than usual. This was now your third hunt together as a famil—a unit, and without John to shove everyone into order, you’d been a little worried that things might fall apart. As much as you loathed John, he kept you in line, no matter how many nails, stitches, and layers of glue it took. Sam had never been old enough to go hunting alone with you and Dean, so if he did it was under John’s supervision. For the first time, it was just the three of you.

Maybe it was insensitive, but you felt like you could breathe again.

It started snowing at around eight, which is when you traded places with Dean. Sitting in the Impala all day had numbed your ass and your brain, which Sam knew, and was ready for. He loved making lists, so you imagined the one he’d mentally prepared for your researching bash together: reheat her Chinese food, give her the comfiest chair next to me, leave the curtains open so she can watch the weather. Either you were predictable, or he knew you a little too well.

You claimed your seat next to him with a deep sigh, which sunk into a dry smile as Sam—like always—slid a pen in front of you to cross-analyze the vics. He didn’t look at you, but you could tell this is where Sam’s relationships thrived: in soft, productive silences. He would do his research and you would do yours, but when the reading got too rough and your remembered this spirit had killed real people, you could feel him there and he could feel you. When Sam’s thinking became especially sullen, you cheered him up by pretending to be his personal assistant. Mr. Winchester, you have a call on line two. It’s Andy again, about your meeting for this month’s monster-killing projections? And from behind his book, Sam would bite his lip and smirk, Tell him I’m busy. In fact, cancel all my meetings. I’m going on vacation.

But the general numbness that came with the hunt was just one thing. After sharing your emotions with Sam about the spat with Dean, you realized just how much he was burying. Sam really was Dean’s little brother, in all the ways that gutted you. Dean took all his fear about his dad and crammed it in a pine box, six feet under, just so his brother didn’t have to worry; and Sam raked all his grief into one pile, so you and Dean never saw it. He felt like the weak link. The least experienced hunter between the three of you, with few ways to help find John and fewer to avenge Jessica.

You made a list in your head for him, too. Make sure Sam’s sleeping. Make sure Sam knows we listen to him. Make sure Sam doesn’t eat himself alive over this.

Until midnight, you kept each other awake. You started smacking and pinching each other when one of you nodded off, which kept Sam tickle-vigilant and you hyper-aware of every tuggable strand of hair on your head. Eventually, Sam fell asleep with his cheek to a book and you didn’t have the heart to wake him. After checking in with Dean through a text, you tugged on Sam’s arm and sleepily he gave it to you to rest your head on.

You woke up a few hours later in amber lamplight, in bed, and tucked in. Your shit motel room apparently had shit heating to match, so Sam had put you to bed and had thrown his comforter over you for good measure. He was hunched over his laptop, clicking away when you jerked awake.

“Did I wake you?” Sam winced.

All you could do was shake your head and rub the seal of sleep from your eyes. Sam watched you from a safe distance, since you’d probably punched around a little while you were under. You crawled out and stood to meet him, and Sam, peculiarly, made an effort not to look at you.

“Up,” you said to him, taking his elbow.

“The Carltons are totally clean. I still can’t find a thing. We should—” Sam was saying, but you shook your head and gave his arm another tug.

You insisted. “Shh, we’ll have time later. Five-minute break.”

Sam tilted his head back to look at you, bangs splayed across his forehead and his under-eyes smeared with purple exhaustion. “Can’t sleep either?”

“Nightmare,” you explained to him, and without word, Sam hefted himself out of his chair and let you guide him toward the door. “It’s our first snow of the year, and we haven’t had one second to enjoy it. C’mere a minute. It’ll wake you up.”

Sluggish with sleep, you and Sam put on your coats and fumbled around for gloves and shoes. A rattle of icy air purged your room the second you opened the door, but you pushed past it to meet the darkness, which was blacker under the stark flurries. Though it was coming down fast, all was silent. Sam shut the door behind you, and the wind stole the sound. It was so dead quiet that you checked Sam’s mouth for movement, just in case he’d spoken and the strange atmosphere of the storm had kept the sound in his chest. The only light handling its own against the snow was the lamplight from your room. It poured sweetly on one side of Sam’s face, who emerged from his research daze blinking snowflakes out of his lashes.

He noticed you staring. Sam hesitated to speak, afraid to disturb the holy quiet. “Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?”

Standing there beside him on the stoop, you felt again like you’d been flattened to something solid. You could feel the bumpy surface of it under your nails, could feel the cold of it where the backs of your bare thighs and arms met it; your stomach pressed forward, like gravity was pulling it and you out of your own skin. A gross shock of ice-metal pain phantomed across your lower belly. All of the sensations were cold, yet you knew you were burning.

You covered your stomach where that pain had bloomed in your dream, and pretended Sam didn’t notice.

“Spiders,” you lied to him, and Sam spared some of his energy to snort at you.

With all the gentleness of a worshiper at an altar, you got comfortable on the stoop and gazed out at the yawning darkness, swirling with the movement of snow. If you looked hard enough you felt like you could see the wind instead of the flakes riding it, curling and ebbing in all directions like the limbs of a vast being. Sam paused behind you, endeared by your fascination for the scenery. When he fought his limbs long enough to join you sitting on the cement, he gave a dramatic shiver and inched closer to you. Sam sighed once. Then he sighed again, and a third time.

“Wimp,” you smirked, but you gave Sam your arm anyway—extra warm from sleep—and opened your hands to the sky. Tiny flakes peppered over your hands, dissolving instantly into the heat of your skin.

Sam did the same, and for a heart-bursting moment you thought he planned to reach out and take your hand in his. All thoughts of taking a break from research or calming your mind whipped out into the wind. Sam had long, handsome hands that gathered two times as many snowflakes as yours did. The flakes melted on his skin even faster than they did on yours, so you didn’t have to wonder what it would feel like to hold them. You knew they’d be encompassing and warm and familiar—

“Dean’s back early,” you blurted, and snapped the fist of your right hand, the one closest to Sam, instantly shut. Sam’s went limp into his lap.

A minute later, the Impala cut smoothly through the flakes, making them flutter around the car in one surging rush. Like a massive, unseen creature taking in a breath miles away. It seemed to emerge from nothing. You couldn’t make out Dean until the car was pulling into park, and even then you only saw his eyes illuminated strangely in the Impala’s headlights. Both you and Sam were too exhausted to stand when he evaporated out of the driver’s seat.

Dean snapped the driver’s door shut, rubbing his hands together. “Will Carlton’s dead,” he said, severely.

As one, you and Sam shot off the stoop. “No fucking way,” you said, as Sam shook his head in disbelief. “How? In the lake?”

“In his sink,” Dean grimaced.

You covered your mouth. The last time you’d seen Will… He’d been bent over his sink in the Carlton kitchen, head hanging, fingers digging into the counter’s edge. That had been days ago. And yet you could still chase the feeling that final look at him had given you, like all the world’s gravity dragging down a guillotine blade. Fever rolled in your stomach. What? The visions, the fainting, the nightmares—none of that was enough? Now you had death omens, too?

Your reaction must’ve been a little intense, considering Will was a stranger and combined, you, Sam, and Dean had probably watched hundreds of people die during the hunt. Your first instinct was to tell Dean about the feeling you’d had. A death omen? That was something he should know about. But you were startled out of your spiral by his hand on your shoulder, and found trepidation in his face instead of comfort.

“You good?” He asked, and now Sam was looking at you too.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, jolted by the sound of your own voice in the hollow blizzard. “Just—man. In his own sink?”

“One more reason we have for putting this spirit to rest,” Sam assured, and turned to his brother. “What happened?”

“I get the feeling the spirit knew we were watching the house.” Dean’s hand slipped off your shoulder, but he kept close to you, subconsciously putting you in the warm space between him and Sam. “I know m’ not the psychic one or anything, but the spirit didn’t lure Will out to the water, where I was watching—he killed him quietly, in the house. I’m sitting there and all of a sudden a shitload of cops pull up.”

“Bill found him?” You winced, and Dean nodded, his face as silent and telling as stained glass.

Sam worked his jaw in thought. “Civilians… they’d look at a guy drowned in his own sink, alone in a house but for his dad, n’ they’d think…”

“That Bill drowned his son himself,” you finished. How many people today, you wondered, had been jailed for something a monster had done?

“That’s what I thought too,” Dean explained, and shoved his hands in his pockets to warm them. “Figured’ they’d drag him out of the house in cuffs, since what else could they think. But nope.”

“There’s no way. They believe that someone had to drown Will, and if the only other person home is his mad-with-grief father, well. That’s probable cause for filicide. And they still didn’t arrest him?” Sam rubbed his jaw.

Dean pretended to shiver, or maybe it was a bit real, since the snow was starting to find its running legs. He notched a lazy grin. “You know I love it when you go all lawyer on me, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes. He looked to you for help, but admittedly, Dean had taken the words right out of your mouth. The phrase probably cause for filicide endearing you to a person probably let on just how messed up you were, but hey. Dean was smiling a little too. Law boy.

“Seriously.” Sam shouldered through all the fond looks being thrown at him, “Any reasonable cop would arrest Carlton, for sure. This has to be a cover-up.”

“You don’t think Sheriff Devins…?” You trailed off.

Dean hummed, eyebrows jumping. “He was there. First on the scene.”

“Then that’s exactly what I’m thinking,” Sam said, now surging with conviction, “Bill Carlton’s two children both die in water-related accidents all in one month. Instead of rightfully arresting him, Devins lets him get away with it. Why?”

“Because he knows it’s a spirit, not Bill,” you breathed, “they’re our spirit’s killers.”

“70-30 chance, I’m betting. Maybe they’re just old friends and that’s why Devins is getting him out of it, but… but…” Sam lapsed into such intense thought that he paced in a circle, drawing figure-eights in the snow with his boots. You and Dean shared a look—Sam’s nerdy old self still existed, then. He snapped his fingers. “Lucas’ Dad—he was Bill Carlton’s godson, and Devins’ son-in-law.”

“That sounds like it’s all clicking,” Dean decided. He sighed through his nose, which joined the fog of your warm breath in the icy air. “But that thirty percent—just in case, I say we keep looking for our spirit’s name before we go knocking any heads around.”

“I agree. But me and Sam’s research hasn’t turned up much,” you grumbled. Pausing, you tried to sort all the evidence out in your mind, flattening it all down like a piece of crumpled paper. Paper. Drawing paper. You made a grabby hand at Dean, “Hey, you still have that drawing Lucas gave you?”

“Yeah, of course.” Dean fished it out from his jacket, where it’d been neatly folded into quarters. He hesitated for a second to hand it over, which you would’ve teased him for, had your train of thought ever slowed down. “Uhm. If Lucas drew the Carlton house before Will died, you think…”

You caught the piece of paper between your thumb and forefinger. Then, you were out.

The icy familiarity of a vision swarmed over you, dragging you under black, artic currents. First you were in the water, which was so cold and all-encompassing that you could feel the tips of your limbs melting like ice. Your skin was almost too numb to feel the tickle of bubbles flooding out of your nose and mouth. Your last breath floated up and up, popping on the surface. Then, you were someone else. The suffocating feeling of drowning became the stifling feeling of sobbing. You were on a floating platform in the middle of the lake, clutching your knees to your chest and sobbing and sobbing and waiting for dad to resurface. Something had dragged him under. He never came back up. It dragged him down, and it dragged Sophie Carlton down, and it dragged a hundred other people into the depths with it. You saw Will Carlton at his sink, face seared against the drain like he could be pulled through it into the lake. You watched Bill Carlton from the water, waiting for a moment to strike. To them the water was cold, but to you it was a million times worse—the summer heat had died with you, so they’d die the same way. They all would. They all would.

“They all would,” you were saying.

Sam put his hand on your forehead. It was so warm on your freezing skin that it hurt, but you were too cold to resist. “They all will what? ____?”

“She’s coming out of it,” came Dean’s voice.

You blinked against the blazing lamplight, which Sam immediately spun around and turned off. Again, they’d maneuvered you under the covers, having shirked you of your cold boots and snow-dusted coat. Sam’s hand turned over, testing your forehead for a fever. His knuckles felt sinewy and calloused.

“She’s not too warm,” Sam judged. His brows were creased together. “You okay, hon’?”

“Ugh,” you said, and Sam sighed in relief, collapsing back.

Dean offered you a mug of something hot. Immediately, you sat up and took it into your hands, soaking in the heat burn as it melted your ice burn. Without looking, you slumped sideways against the headboard and took two huge gulps, and immediately regretted it. Irish coffee. “Jesus,” you gagged, eyes watering almost to tears, “warn a girl.”

“There’s like one shot in there. S’ more coffee than whiskey,” Dean scoffed, and gave you a hearty pat on the back.

To his credit, it did shock you awake, and you sat there for a moment shaking off the nasty taste. You flexed your hands in front of you and digested the vision, which was muggier and more confusing than usual. It all felt newborn and raw to you, similar to the first few visions you’d ever had. The images blended together in your mind, all of them walking on knobby lamb knees, fresh to the world and exposed.

“I think,” you coughed, “Lucas is a psychic.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. Unsure, but trying to help, Sam said, “...You did get a vision when you touched his drawing.”

“Yeah,” you passed the drink to him, “I think it showed me one of his visions. It didn’t feel… like my brain. It felt like his brain. I saw his dad pulled under the water… and the vision that probably made him draw the Carlton house in the first place.”

“Wait, wait,” Dean waved a frantic hand around the air, laughing breathlessly, “you think he’s drawing because he’s having visions?” He lost some of his humor, and stilled. “Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died.”

You paused, and wrung your hands in thought.

“...I got my Gift after my dad’s accident.”

Again, Sam and Dean stared at you. To be honest, they probably remembered your dad’s death better than you did. It’d been twelve years ago, making Dean a freshman at some random Colorado highschool and Sam a fifth grader. Your dad had always hunted with his “biker gang,” which was really just a group of his hunting buddies who appreciated a good motorcycle. You had a vague memory of waving goodbye to them as they’d poured out of the parking lot of your dad’s autoshop. The motors roared so loud, but you wanted to impress your dad by not covering your ears. Ray had been the caboose in a pack of seven men—seven—because he always had the backs of his hunting partners; he was famous for his reliability, and even hunters ten states over knew to call him when they needed help. Even Uncle Bobby asked him for help, that’s how good your dad was.

You don’t remember where you’d been. All you knew—when your mom had explained it to you, weeks later—was that one moment you’d been standing, and in the next you were bent over, wailing and clutching your stomach. Even she had been too scared to give you many details beyond that. You eventually got it out of Dean, who told you that Beth had found you like that after she’d had an episode of her own. She knew exactly what happened; at the same time, with miles and miles between your dad and you and Beth, the two of you had felt him die.

Dean said your dad and his entire gang—seven whole men, seven whole capable hunters—had been killed by a shapeshifter. You went into some kind of psychic coma as a result, and for weeks there was nothing any of them could do.

After that you could start to fill in your own memories. You remembered ten-year-old Sam reading books to you at your bedside, Dean spoon-feeding you soup, Bobby chasing them out of your room while you slept. Weirdly enough, you remembered John being there too. He and your mom talked for hours into the night. When you weren’t catatonic with grief you pestered her about it, and then Dean when she wouldn’t answer.

She wants to get the shifter back, was all he’d said, stiff-lipped and dull-eyed. Me and Sammy are gonna be here with you, though. We’re gonna be here s’ long as you need.

All the while, your Gift, freshly born, stretched its legs. Any time your mom or the boys tried to get you out of bed, you’d be dragged into nonsensical, prophetic dreams. The entirety of your life had been spent preparing for the moment you’d get your Gift. For every time you’d asked about what it would be like or how you’d get it, your mother had answered. It’ll be hard. But you’ll get through it, and we’ll all be here for you. That’s what she’d always said. She was lucky; she got her Gift in a hunting accident. Still, no explanation or example could’ve even hoped to prepare you. You couldn’t even touch a person without devouring every possible thing they could ever do with their life. Every dream they’d ever had. Every ending they could ever get.

This is why, during this time, you stuck most closely to Sam. Bobby had put a wet rag on your forehead and you’d been gutted by every brutal, flesh-tearing death he could possibly find on the hunt. Dean had tried to braid your hair, and just the brush of his hand to your skin had roared a blaring white light over all your senses, a light with a thousand eyes and lion’s heads and boar’s heads and wings. Both times had been so terrible and gruesome that your nose had bled and you'd blacked out. Your mom had tried to soothe you with her own Gift, but just looking at her provoked images of your dad’s death.

Sam’s was different. With him, there was no explosion of sensation or skin-shredding mental pain. Ten-year-old Sam, who shoved newspaper in his hand-me-down shoes to fit in them, had the scariest, most unnerving future. His was tangible; it wasn’t a blind, restless pile of pain or the indescribable. He’d pull your comforter up to your chin or pass you a glass of water, and when his knuckles would brush your cheek you’d have a vision of a Sam twice his age. Even older than Dean was now.

And he’d only say one word: yes.

You told yourself that it was a happy yes. A yes, I’ll marry you, or a yes, the baby’s born and healthy. But you knew Sam, and even if he was older and changed, you could recognize the pure, unshakeable terror in his voice. In that single yes. You got the feeling he was accepting something terrible—submitting to an incredible, unimaginable evil.

But his future was quiet, the whisper of a yielding man, so he was the only one who could come close enough to help you.

After years of telling silences and interrupted conversations, you had a guess as to why John was there. Your mother had wanted revenge, but she couldn’t get it herself while her daughter was undergoing severe mental torture. John’s whole life was hinged on killing what had killed a loved one. It was his job, in every sense of the word, and your mother had enough favors saved up to pay the fee.

The difference between you and the Winchesters was that your revenge had been so swift and so silent that all that was left for you was the grief; and for them, revenge was everything, so grief had no room left to live.

“We need to talk to Lucas again,” Dean decided.

“And Bill Carlton,” Sam agreed.

Seeing as Dean was making the best progress with Lucas, you and Sam left for the Carltons’ at sunrise. Few people had left their beds, so the only other vehicles on the road were snowplows, pushing the pristine sheets of powder into sludgy roadside banks. It was a gray and ugly snowing. You kind of liked it. Beyond the roads, fields of pure white remained untouched by humans. You drove the Chief a little slower than usual, for the sake of the slippery road and Sam’s sight-seeing. He was “riding bitch,” as Dean would say, and crouching closer to you on the bike to avoid the windchill. His helmet bumped against yours every once in a while, and eventually it got annoying enough that he gave up and kept them pressed together.

You were anxious about Bill Carlton; after both of his kids dying, and dying in ways connected to the lake, he had to have realized what was going on. Or at least a notion. You wished that when civilians like him—murderers or unlucky people or whoever—found out the truth about… what’s out there, that it was easier. Every time you’d had to give someone the speech, it’d been at the worst possible time, when their world had been wedged upside-down by something they couldn’t even quantify. You wanted it to be easy.

There’d been a time once when everybody knew about the supernatural. Maybe that’d been during the Medieval Ages and everything, but you got the feeling that if all this was commonplace, spirits, protection sigils and hunting, maybe everything would be easier. It would just be another one of those things that humans had domesticated, like electricity and food. One day, hunters could be as normal as exterminators or firemen. Maybe then, telling somebody you’re being haunted by the spirit you created would sound like your sink’s broken.

“You okay?” Sam asked. He pat your shoulder where it’d twisted into knots.

You drew the Chief to a stop in the Carltons’ gravel driveway, eyeing the snow-layered house. “Bad feeling,” you explained, and unsaddled your bike. “C’mon.”

Sam started up for the house. You hesitated, lingering at the sight of the lake through the trees.

The quiet of the early morning couldn’t hold a candle to the quiet of the lake; it’d be snuffed out. Something about the snow muffled every step, every breath, so even the ringing of your inner ear and the pulsing of your heart was silent. There was no wind. The Chief’s motor hushed. Sam was too far away to hear. And the lake was more than soundless—it sucked the sound out of the air, drawing it in and capturing it. You could see the water in the finest detail, twisting and writhing beneath the lake’s ice, pushing and pushing against the surface. A thick shield of white ice separated you and that water. Your nails suddenly itched, and something told you that the only way to satisfy that itch was to fall to your knees on the ice and dig. Dig until your nails were in shards and your fingers were bloody.

You forced yourself to turn around, where Sam was patiently allowing you to do your thing. The sight of his face seemed to flush some color back into the air. In a daze, you asked him, “How do your nails feel?”

Sam drew his hands from his pockets and shot you a curious look. “Uh…cold, like the rest of me. Why?”

You could see in your mind’s eye the water seeping up from the cracks in the ice, black blood oozing from a wound.

“Nothin’. The spirit. Let’s knock, huh?”

Sam tried the door. From what you could see through the frost on the windows, it was just as Dean had said. Devins and his men had cleaned the scene fast, too fast, so any sign of Will’s death in the kitchen was in the wind. Probably not in an evidence bag somewhere, either. Even the dinner you’d seen him prep in your vision—well, Lucas’s vision—had been trashed. You understood keeping things quiet not to start a panic, but Dean was right. A few hours and the crime scene was already wiped? Definitely a cover-up.

“Mr. Carlton!” Sam yelled. He gave the door a couple more bangs, growing increasingly urgent.

“I guess I wouldn’t want to be in the house where my son had just died, either,” you sighed, “but where could he have gone?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said. He spied over his shoulder for onlookers, frowning. “But we should look here while we can. You don’t sense anybody in there?”

“Not a soul,” you shook your head. “Everything’s dead out here.”

With that, Sam reached into his coat and unfurled his lockpick. For a moment everything was fine. You slid in front of him in case someone were to walk up the wooded drive and discover you, but facing this way forced you to look out at the lake again. When seers talked about there being a veil between what was living and what was dead, it was more literal than most people expected; when you turned away from the lake, you could hear the jiggle of the lock and Sam’s soft breathing; when you faced it, the anxious, organic pound of your heart in your ears silenced and the world grayed.

You kept your eyes away from the lake, now conscious of its effect on you. There were little indents in the snowy branches where a bird had landed. Sam’s tracks in the snow closely followed yours, twisting in a circle around the bike and dancing up to the house.

“Wait,” you tapped Sam’s back, “Do you see those tracks? Under ours?”

Sam did. He shared a glance with you, and together you bolted down the porch toward them. “Fresh,” Sam cursed, pushing into a sprint, “and they lead to the dock. Shit.”

“There!”

You veered to a stop on the bank of the lake. The tracks circled the shore… made impressions on the snowy dock… tested the surface on shaking legs… and walked in a death march to the eye of Lake Manitoc.

Against the black outlines of the trees on the other side, you almost missed Bill Carlton. Still marching.

“Mr. Carlton!” You screamed. It ripped out of your ferociously, tearing the clinging silence away with it. “Come back! You have to come back! Carlton—!”

Sam’s eyes raked over the ice, chest heaving. Your yelling wasn’t working. He raised his boot to chase Carlton across the ice—you heaved him back by the sleeve, barking, “No! It’ll take you too!”

“We have to help him!” Sam’s voice broke.

“We—we—” you whirled around, pacing the edge of the bank, spitting snow and sludge up from your heels. Bill was still walking. “I-I can—”

You thought you knew why Bill wasn’t responding. That was the effect of the lake, of your spirit, right? It had warped Lucas’ mind and your mind and Sophie Carlton’s mind. Winter had come, yet Sophie had swam and you’d nearly joined her. It entered your thoughts and made you forget how cold the water was, promising, urging, knowing that you’d be safe with it in your lungs and your ears and your nose.

You’d barely heard Sam and Dean when under the spirit’s influence. But Bill… even so far away, you saw him look back. This was a choice.

The spirit had taken his children. If he gave it himself, too, then maybe all this would be over.

Under Bill’s feet, the white ice was cast in shadow. That shadow blistered through the surface, forcing itself through the cracks and oozing up from below. He ignored your screams and Sam’s. When the cracks were too long and the web on the ice was too large, Bill Carlton let the spider take him.

Dean felt like an asshole.

He’d managed to pry another drawing out of Lucas, successfully scaring the shit out of Andrea. Everything had started fine. Well, fine as in terrible, because terrible was Dean’s fine. You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again, he’d said pathetically. Lucas had colored and colored, a million miles away from them. Dean saw now that he was drawing black spirals and red bicycles all the time—then cramming them into the trash, under his bed, and in the garbage disposal. Andrea hadn’t been happy. She’d been even less happy when Lucas had come out of his daze, chased Dean out to his car, and broke down in front of him.

Dean still couldn’t shake the feeling of Lucas clinging to his leg and sobbing. His eyes had been so big and round and hopeless, pleading with him in the only way he could. To do what, Dean wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he’d seen what these… powers did to people, and knew some poor kid from Wisconsin didn’t deserve to suffer with them.

He picked up Sam and ____ outside the police station. Driving up, for a second he thought Sam was actually going to let himself be angry about everything—but no, ____ was fuming behind him also, so something had happened. They both were trembelling in the cold. Dean cranked the heat, then watched them turn as one toward the sound of the incoming Impala.

“Why all the long faces?” Dean greeted, slowing the car to a stop.

The two lugged into Baby. Another time, Dean would’ve definitely nagged them for slamming the doors so hard. Sam jammed his legs into the footwell, scowling in earnest. “The spirit killed Bill Carlton, too. And there wasn’t a damn thing we could do about it.”

Dean seeped into his seat, shaking his head. He gave the wheel a harsh thump. One spirit, and it had all three of them chasing their fuckin’ tails. “Damn it. Lured him out to the water?”

From the backseat, in the gentlest, least-angry voice she could manage, ____ said, “No. He went on his own.”

He studied her through the rear-view, where she’d already dragged the spare blanket up from the floor and pulled it over her lap. ____’s gaze drooped out the window, and she brooded there for a moment, exhausted to the bone. Her Gift had very obvious limits, but she never failed to ignore them (and Dean) when those limits were stressed. He felt useless asking her to nap or sleep in, since every time it did less and less—like rest wasn’t the problem. A part of him wished he’d never asked her to help him find John. A larger, more selfish part feared what would happen to her if she wasn’t where Dean could see her.

She felt Dean looking, but those intense space-girl eyes never turned to his. ____ rested her cheek on the spine of the front bench, sighing into the upholstery, and Dean wondered if she’d be bothered if he pat her hair. ____ looked like she needed it.

“We went in to report this to Devins, maybe get an idea about his culpability,” Sam nodded back at the police station. “The second we get there, he uncovers us. Said he wants all three of us to,” Sam snorted, “put this town in our rearview mirror and never darken his doorstep again.”

There was a whisper of old panic in his closed fists, and if Dean pried, he figured Sam was replaying their run-in(s) with CPS over in his head. He’d always hated getting caught. Sam reached up to scratch at the back of his neck, letting wary eyes settle on the station, like he could sense Devins watching them. Dean was sure he was. He kept this to himself.

“A little dramatic, if you ask me,” ____ murmured into the leather. “Darken his doorstep? He has to be involved with our spirit, he has to be.”

“We can’t just leave,” Sam grimaced—apparently impersonating government officials was on the table for him, but not being hunted by cops. “There are still so many people at risk.”

“Oh, yeah, leaving is out of the question,” Dean laughed mirthlessly. “Some pansy-ass pig with an uneven dye-job ain’t keepin’ me from workin’.” He glanced at Sam, then ____, and at least one of them hid a smile at his jab.

With a sigh, Dean unfolded Lucas’ new drawing from his inner jacket. It was of a plain white church—which only added to Dean’s heeby-jeebies—a quaint yellow house, and a boy with his bicycle. All in a child’s crude style. Like some kind of horror movie bullshit.

He hung an arm over the bench of the Impala, still feeling like a jerk, and laid a gentle hand on ____’s hair before he could convince himself not to. He couldn’t say how, but she brightened a little. The whole affection thing always worked on her more than it’d ever worked on him and Sam. Well, maybe just Dean. He could look at Sam and the idiot would call it babying, but ____ tenderly brushed the hair away from his eyes and both of them pretended that wasn’t weird at all. Nerds.

He offered the drawing to her. “Think you can do one more?”

“I can come back there, if you need me too,” Sam said, but ____ just shook her head.

She took in a cavernous breath, pried herself off the seat, and flexed her right hand like she was about to throw a mean-ass fastball. If the vision caught her off guard, it was a lot like getting a sledgehammer to the face. Most people fainted. But after a moment of gathering herself, all she needed to do was close her eyes and take the paper in her hand.

In darker moments, Dean wondered what she saw when she went into her visions. Was it flashes of pictures, or full-on movie-style flashbacks? Both? He got the impression that her nightmares were always first-person, so were these the same? The few times he ever allowed ____ into his head, he just thought about the flood of what he wanted to say and somehow she just kind of… knew. He hoped it wasn’t messier on her end.

Sam and Dean held their breath. All the sound seemed to be drained right out of the Impala, like it was possible to pump it out through the seams in the windows. Dean’s chest felt prickly, and he looked at Sam to see him anxiously rubbing the raw middle of his right hand.

____’s eyes fluttered open, and her pupils undilated to the size of lighter flames.

“9384 Briarwood Street. That’s this house that Lucas drew,” she said, cooly, “and—our spirit had a red bike when he went missing. Lucas saw a lot of that.” ____ waved a hand at the road ahead, a nervous smile in her eyes. “So. Shall we?”

Like always, the boys did the talking. Dean summoned the fog of natural expertise he kept in his back pocket, suspiciously good at being someone else, and Sam spoke surely, falling into the rhythm of his disguise and taking Mrs. Sweeney with him. She made the three of you tea. Unused to company, she squeezed the three of you onto a plastic floral couch. You sat down and breathed in the steam, scrutinizing the street outside as much as you soaked in the house.

There wasn’t much to sense. Mrs. Sweeney lived in a quaint yellow house just a stone’s throw from the town’s church, both buildings scrubbed with the same moss and seamed with the same grit. Sitting in Mrs. Sweeney’s house reminded you of the few times you’d ever been to church. Everything was warmer and cozier because of the influence of the cold, candlelight filled each dark corner, and somehow the cluttered space felt as expansive as a cathedral ceiling. Yet something heavy pressed on your back. Unfortunately, you knew what it was at a glance.

Peter Sweeney had gone missing thirty-five years ago. The police… I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared, she’d said. Now you knew that wasn’t true.

Mrs. Sweeney had shown you pictures of Peter, bright-eyed and dimpled in his scouts uniform. She said he was shy, that he stood up for anyone despite his size, that he’d once replaced the cold silence of her house with the flutter of turned pages. He loved to read. He liked archeology, and he’d been trying to teach himself card tricks before he disappeared. Your heart always ached for the people you helped. But this time, Peter Sweeney’s death felt personal somehow.

You reached out with all your senses, but not much came through. There were other ways to dig into the soft impressions left in the air of Mrs. Sweeney’s house, but you doubted she’d let you meditate in a circle of candles on her kitchen tile or consult a crystal ball. Beyond the more literal sixth sense you had, a strong gut feeling told you that there wasn’t anything else to find here. You would be able to tell if he’d attached himself to any of his belongings when he died. And given your vision, you would bet money it was the red bicycle from Lucas’ drawings.

All you’d uncovered was a picture in Mrs. Sweeney’s photo albums. She’d immortalized so many of his pictures that you’d almost missed it, but Dean was sure—those two toothy, naive kids beside Peter at scout’s camp were Bill Carlton and Jake Devins. That was proof they knew the spirit when he was alive. Now, all three of you were certain it was them.

After you’d given Mrs. Sweeney your condolences, you and Sam waited on the sidewalk for Dean to pull around the car. It was hard not to think of that freckly little kid, so much like the man next to you, and wonder how he’d become the eye of black water churning in the lake. The card-trick-loving rascal Sweeney had described was somehow the murderous spirit of the water. You’d read hunter’s journals theorizing about what exactly made spirits so enraged in death. As a seer, you had a unique insight as to why, but the question had never fully been answered even for you. The distortion of the mind after death? The waiting, for the end or unfinished business? If the will for revenge was so strong that it kept spirits in the mortal world, then…

You thought about Peter’s dresser in Mrs. Sweeney’s house, its silk magician’s hat and faded yellow cards preserved by his mother. A cop car rolled passed on the street, and you spoke to Sam as you ducked behind Sweeney’s fence together.

“I remember how crazy you were about the whole sleight-of-hand thing. You remember any of your old magic tricks?”

“No,” Sam said, and your heart stopped.

In the corner of your eye, something shifted. You twitched to look, only to go still head-to-toe against your will, halfway through lifting your head. Sam had reached out to touch your face. His hand radiated heat against your cheek, and the split-second contact of his knuckle to your cheekbone tingled through your entire nervous system with embarrassing ease. A bolt of lightning through a spider’s web.

Sam flourished a quarter out from behind your ear. His smile was sly, and his eyes even more so. Trying to perk you up.

“Well,” he said, dropping the quarter into your palm, “maybe a little.”

Now, in the backseat of the Impala, your cheek was still tingling. Sam’s little magic trick had definitely not cheered you up. While he and Dean were crouched in the front seat and honed in on Sheriff Devin’s house through binoculars, you couldn’t think of anything else. The only thing left to do was find Peter’s bike and destroy it. You were supposed to be scanning the property for it in case Devins had buried it there, but your Gift derailed constantly to swirl around Sam, and refused to learn its lesson after the fifth time you’d dragged it back to the house. People could die, and your Gift was still a flock of thousand-eyed moths with a girlcrush. Ugh.

“Can you turn down the music?” You cleared your throat. It was already just a notch above silent, but you couldn’t hear yourself think.

Dean responded by never taking his eyes off the house, reaching for the volume dial, and gently winding it up. Aerosmith’s eerie opening guitar in Dream On crept into the circulated air of the backseat, adding to your unease. All three of you were fully dressed for a fight. The snow had stopped midday, leaving behind an entire town holding its breath. Most days the Impala felt safer than the Proctor House, but it too was under the pall of the lake tonight. All that lived on the street was Dean and Sam in front of you and the lamplight in Andrea’s window. Still, you felt like a damn creep.

Devins and Andrea were still awake in the house—and still very much in danger, along with a sleeping Lucas. Spirits claimed their patterns and stuck to them, so Peter would torture Devins the same way he’d tortured Carlton. His family would be taken first, making the killer broil in grief like Peter’s mother had. Then they’d drown, too. They all would, Peter had said.

Well, something that used to be Peter.

“Anything?” Dean tipped his head back toward you.

“It’d be easier if I was actually there,” you shook your head. “But I can feel the bike. It’s buried somewhere, I think.”

Sam frowned one side of his lip. “We’ll have to wait until they go to sleep—”

A panicked chuckle jumped out of Dean’s chest. “Orrr, right now,” he decided, and dropped his binoculars.

The driver’s side door of the Impala was ripped open, forced onto its springs. Dean barked in protest, outraged, and the sound had you out of the car and on your feet without a single thought. Sam’s boots scraped the asphalt just behind you. Dean hovered in place at the wheel, instantly annoyed—he hated when civilians intervened with a job, and he hated guns being shoved in his face even more.

Sheriff Devins may have had only one service pistol to point with, but his sweeping glare kept you and Sam pinned too.

“I gave you a chance to get out of here,” he snarled, his weapon arm certain and still, “you’ll regret not taking it.”

An icy wind fluttered under your jacket, prickling the hairs already on end at the base of your scalp. The moon was nowhere to be seen tonight, hiding from the cold, so Devins was a trembling silhouette against a void of blackness and innocent small town homes. The disc of faraway street on the horizon veered the same way in each direction, arching toward the lake. In the strange lightless night, it felt like even the houses were inclined toward it, everything within a mile radius spiraling into the water. You shifted on your feet, trying to regain your own ground and remind yourself what you were here for.

“Sheriff,” you and Sam warned in the same pleading voice. You felt Sam hesitate, gauging who would take the lead, and you willed him to do it with you. “We know about Peter. What he turned into, and what he did to Bill Carlton, ” you raised a shaky, open palm at the cop. “Let us help.”

“Your family is in danger,” Sam stressed, “Lucas and Andrea—”

Devins ignored you both. He didn’t look at you, but his terror and confusion steamed off him so powerfully that you could feel it without touching him. It was hard to make out his face in the dark, but you guess he was sneering at Dean, his face peculiarly frozen that way. Like if he shifted the wrong foot or blinked, you’d all know how he was really feeling. Too late for that.

“Get,” he hissed, “out of the car.”

Your gut twisted. After a heavy pause, Dean shuffled to the edge of the bench and stepped out. A flicker of something touched his face when he met your eye, and your stomach fell; Dean was gonna attack him. You prayed he just disarmed him, but Devins’ desperation made him dangerous—the guilt he’d been fostering his whole life had returned from the dead, killed his friend and dozens more innocent people. His past mistakes were literally coming back to haunt him. For fifty-something years, Devins had lived in a perfectly normal and reasonable world, and suddenly that was all being rearranged right in front of him. He didn’t just think the three of you were crazy. You saw it in the iron-wrought trembling of his aim. He thought he was crazy, too.

Sam raised his hands in surrender. “Put the gun down, Jake.”

“You’re under arrest. All damn three of you,” Sheriff Devins said. He didn’t have handcuffs on his belt, and didn’t make any move toward Dean, so you willed the two of them to stay that way.

“Peter’s bike.” You uttered, and Devin’s snapped to look at you, ugly recognition tensed in his shoulders—

Dean whirled around, whipped Devins’ wrist to the side, and ripped his pistol out of his grip. In less than a second it clattered to pieces on the street, and Dean’s snarl met Devin’s. “Don’t be stupid,” he barked, “we’re here to help you! Now listen to the girl, cause’ she might just save your ass.”

The three men turned their eyes on you, but everything you planned to say was dragged under the current.

Your knees buckled; icy water burned through your chest, bursting through every fissure in your lungs. Invisible nails punctured your arms and ribs, trying to drag you down. You stumbled back to catch yourself on the Impala, only for Sam to take you by the elbow and tether you upright against his chest, panicking through ten feet of black lake water. Your head swam.

“____? ____, what’s wrong?!”

“Andrea…!” You managed, but there was no need for another warning.

Lucas burst through the front doors and threw himself off the front porch, streaking toward the four of you at a crazed, sobbing stumble through the snow. His face was drained of all color, so he appeared like a ghastly death omen by the light of the house. He was doing something with his hands, signing something over and over—Devins whipped around to face him, “Lucas! Lucas, it’s okay—get, get back inside—”

He hurled himself around Dean’s arm, anchoring him down by a whole foot. Lucas couldn’t speak, so he shook Dean with all the same fervor a shout could give, barefoot and blue-limbed. Again, he signed. “Mom,” Sam translated. “Shit.”

“Your mom, Lucas? What happened?” Dean’s look pierced him, then you, and that was all it took. He took off for the house like a sniper’s bullet.

Andrea’s son led the way, Dean on his heels, and you, Sam and Devins in Dean’s dust. The bootprints of snow on the doorstep had turned to sludge. You bolted inside, up after Sam, and registered with horror that the dirt on his boots had softened into mud—that the stairs were slippery with water, soapy water—that the bath upstairs was roaring. Sam overcame the staircase four steps at a time, and you matched his with two. As soon as you flew up the top step, you almost collided with Lucas as he veered out of Dean’s way. The bathroom door took one slam of Dean’s shoulder, two, three, brown water gushing from its seams. Lucas clamored for hold of something, and you let that be your jacket as you hid his face in your mud-flecked shirt.

“Move!” Sam barked. As soon as Dean was aside, Sam bashed in the weak door by its knob, smashing it against the sink inside the bathroom.

Dean, Sam, and Devins disappeared inside. You cupped Lucas’ hair, securing him in a calm, assured bubble of warmth, willing him to tune out the rushing water and Devins’ yelling and Andrea’s panicked shrieking.

Lucas covered his ears. You laid your hands over his, forcing back the influence of the spirit.

LAKE MANITOC, WISCONSIN - NOV. 17th, late night.

You risked another glance at the lake over your shoulder, perched above it on Sheriff Devins’ back stoop. A hill of spindly trees separated you and Peter Sweeney, who filled the whole lake with frothing, furious hatred that melted the ice in patches near the shore. Boot tracks in the snow drew two lines between you and an innocuous spot within a copse of trees. It took digging up the snow and puncturing the permafrost, but you managed to touch the earth and sense it: Peter Sweeney’s red bike.

This side of the house was mostly square, white-framed windows, so Sam could see you from where he was comforting Lucas and Andrea on their couch. Andrea was dry now, and huddled close to her trembling son. The soft turn of Sam’s brow made sympathy burn in your chest. He was explaining what had happened to them. Somewhere beyond, Dean and Devins’ shadows crossed in the lamplight of the front hall. It impressed you how little yelling there was.

You thunked the two shovels you’d fetched from the Impala’s trunk beside the door, scraped off your snow boots and entered their dark kitchen. Sam caught your eye through the archway, and you gave a nod. Found the bike, you mouthed, not sure he’s linked to it. His face hardened with focus, which is when Andrea and Lucas followed his eyes to you.

Uncomfortably, you stepped into the equally dark living room. You did your best to smear away any strangeness in your body language, in case it was obvious that you’d just been sensing around their backyard—learning that ghosts were real was one thing, so adding psychics into the mix wouldn’t help anybody. But Andrea had this new weariness in her face when she studied you. Sam and Dean had saved her life; you shared her son's sickness. Feelings were definitely mixed. Nobody actually wanted to know their future.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Andrea,” you offered, “Do you have a suitcase you could use? I can, um, help you pack…” you gestured blandly over your shoulder, at the stairwell. It reeked of lake water, permeating it through the rest of the house.

“Linen cabinet. Top of the stairs, on the left…” she trailed off. You nodded, and her gaze floated between your shoulders as you walked away, like you were one of the supernatural entities Sam was claiming were real. She looked at you like you were proof of something. Quickly, you ducked out of the room.

Devins was in the shadow of the front hall, facing away from Dean and now you. “...this can’t be real, it’s not rational…” he’d been saying. Devin’s voice retched with shame, and you could feel his remorse, his regret, his guilt, all the way from outside. He stopped at the beat of your footsteps.

Dean tilted his head to hear you, the rest of him a cross-armed pillar at the foot of the stairs. You leaned into his shadow, and tried ignore how Devins pinned you with his eyes like his daughter had—like you were some other spirit, haunting him. It wasn’t new to you. Sometimes, when people found out about the supernatural the hard way, all they could assume was that everything “other-worldly” was bad. Including you. This was a prejudice hunters sometimes carried, too. It needled, but you empathized with them too much to say anything.

“I don’t think Peter’s connected to the bike,” you whispered to Dean. “Even if he was, we can’t burn the metal. N’ it’s gonna be a bitch to dig up through the ice.”

Dean’s lips pressed together. “We can bless it. Buy us some time, since we can’t hide the whole town… But they dropped his body in the lake. All your visions were right. He n’ Carlton drowned him.” He shook his head, and the little hope you’d been holding onto—that Dean would have a solution that you weren’t thinking of—quietly died. “All we can do is get them out of here. You shut off the water to the house?”

“Yes,” you said, though you got the feeling that wouldn’t stop Peter. Judging by Dean’s face, he knew this too, so you gave his arm a squeeze.

Dean flashed you an unfocused smile. “Devins is gonna drive them out of state. You n’ me will get the bike, and Sam can bless it. Yeah?”

“Way ahead of you,” you agreed, and pulled a bundle out of your jacket to give to him.

Dean took it, slightly annoyed. It was a Latin bible and rosary, bound together in bloodroot twine. For all practical reasons, Sam was the logical first choice for anything Latin, reading, or pronunciation-related, and both you and Dean would’ve chosen him to bless the bike first. But Dean was the only one out of the three of you who was baptized, so blessing it with a bible would only work with him. Maybe if you had one of the big blessing tomes Bobby kept around on you, you and Sam could do it, but for now you’d have to work with what you had. You wondered sometimes why Mary and John hadn’t baptized Sam; maybe it'd been too late.

Over Dean’s shoulder, you risked a glance at Devins. Your stomach dropped to your toes. A raw, bleeding sense of finality rolled through you as you looked at him, and again you were overwhelmed with the compulsion to warn him about something, to save him and his family. Another death omen. Four times as powerful, rippling over your senses like a final breath.

You had no idea how set-in-stone these omens were. But there was one thing you could do about them, at least. You turned up the stairs to pack for Andrea and Lucas, puddles splashing under your shoes.

You’d just started shoving close into Andrea’s suitcase when the shouting started downstairs. A series of bangs shook one side of the house, and before you knew it you’d chased them into the kitchen. Sheriff Devins had just plunged into the snow, and Sam burst after him, both careening over more tracks in the yard as the screen door rattled behind them. You ripped it open and cleared the stoop in one jump, throwing snow up under your heels. Already, your heart was pounding in your ears, nerves singing—blindly, you sprinted toward the sound of screams, lungs bursting.

It was so dark that you almost lost Sam through the trees. As much as you’d prayed for something else, you knew they were all heading for the water.

“Lucas!” Andrea wailed. Dean roared right along with her, Jake crying out in shock. Above them all, Andrea’s hoarse, terrified sob pierced your senses. “Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!”

You ran faster.

The trees parted. For a split second, Lucas’ silhouette on the dock was clear, illuminated strangely against the reflection off the lake. You watched in slow motion, Dean and Andrea and Devins and Sam all charging for the water, as Lucas ignored them. He reached into the glimmering void of water. The chunks of ice parted for something under the surface. You could almost hear it, the surging, warbled whisper of the spirit calling to him.

Lucas reached. A hand blackened by frostbite seized his arm. He was ripped under the water so violently his foot caught against the wood of the dock, twisting his leg in one sick lurch.

Dean hit the water first, boots pounding against the wood, his arms slicing through the surface with deadly precision. Sam dove a millisecond later, shooting diagonally over the edge and sinking like a rock into the murk. Your lungs crystalized in the icy air—it burned, but you spurred yourself even faster. You tore your dagger out of your waistband, clipping Devins with your shoulder as you went. He’d stilled on the bank. His eyes bored into the water, his strength and composure cracking like lake ice.

Devins met eyes with Peter Sweeney’s spirit. Then, the spirit sunk under the surface again.

You skidded to a stop at the end of the dock, gasping for breath. Andrea was ripping off her sweater and weeping, angling for the water too. “Oh my god!”

“Andrea, don’t!” You reeled her back with your free hand, and on instinct, set yourself in front of her.

“What do we—” she sobbed.

You scoured the water with your eyes and your Gift, scrambling for any sign of Lucas, Sam, or Dean—Peter was impossible to sense on his own, encompassing the entirety of the lake’s wrath. Adrenaline abandoned all sense of cold in your limbs. You jerked off your coat, panting over the edge of the dock, and tried to decide—stay with Andrea and Jake to protect them, or dive in to protect Sam, Dean, and Lucas? Three outnumbered two. Maybe you could hold the spirit back. Your dagger was an iron alloy, you could—Sam and Dean weren’t surfacing, they weren’t coming up, you couldn’t feel them anymore, Peter’s influence was too vast—you couldn’t feel them—

Sam’s outline broke through the water on one side, almost impossible to see without moonlight. Your Gift slammed back onto its rails at the sight of him, and stilled when he barked, “Stay there!”

Andrea’s voice tore. “No! Lucas!” she yelled, just as you cursed, “Sam!” You didn’t sound as brave as you’d like.

“Stay with her! We’ll get him!” Sam ordered, and disappeared under the waves again.

Andrea collapsed over the edge of the dock, face in her hands. You put your jacket around her, rubbing her back to a hypnotic rhythm you couldn’t follow, dagger ready in one hand. Somewhere behind you, Devins was laboring for breath beside the water.

Dean came up, arms empty. He swiveled to his right, where Sam surfaced. “Sam?” He asked, but his brother shook his head. They descended again.

Andrea despaired at her reflection. Her cheeks were drowning in tears. “Lucas, where are you?”

There was a splash over your shoulder. You jerked sideways, dagger raised, and felt your gut singe with horror: Jake had waded into the lake.

“Dad—” Andrea cried, and you cursed him, urging him back, his daughter clutching your free hand like it held the last wisps of her life, her son’s life, and now her father’s life. Devins ignored you both.

Fifty years of self-loathing and regret chilled him, froze him, so his slow walk into Lake Manitoc was all too easy. He wept freely. He spread his arms, and gave you one last look—it pinned you to the spot. Bill Carlton had looked at you in the exact same way. There was terror and confusion and guilt there, and acceptance somehow too—resolution. If this is what it took, he would do it.

“Peter, if you can hear me...please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so—I'm so sorry.”

Andrea screamed. You had to fish your arm around her shoulders, reining her back onto the dock. “Daddy!” She cried, and behind you, Sam and Dean burst through the surface. They still couldn’t find Lucas.

Devins was up to his waist, now. “Peter. Lucas—he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me.”

“Jake, no!” Dean roared.

You put as much power into your voice as you could. “We can find another way!”

Devins was up to his neck. It was too late. The lingering sheets of ice watching from the lake splintered, and a massive shadow surged for the air; then it shrunk, and shrunk, until it was no smaller than a child’s body.

Jake closed his eyes and stopped kicking. “...Just let it be over.”

The spirit’s hands, twice as small as yours, burst up from behind him and took Devins by the shoulders. In one sinister push, he was shoved face-first into the water. Peter held him there. Devins sank.

He let the spirit take him.

Andrea lurched, clawing out of your grip, desperately trying to reach her father. You held on, no matter how hard her nails seared into your arms. No matter how much she tried to escape. You couldn’t lose all three of them. This couldn’t be for nothing. Her guttural scream pierced the air, the water, and for the first time you could hear her, hear everything, over the thrashing, writhing lake.

Dean and Sam dove again. Where Jake went under, the ripples from his struggle bloomed out like the blood expanding on an altar. The ice on the surface stilled. The water calmed, purifying. But Lucas still hadn’t come up.

You heard Sam gasp for air. Again, you swiveled to look at him, and again, his arms were empty. He shook his head.

All was still. Andrea keeled back into your hold, her voice lost. You couldn’t make Dean out under the water. Sam staggered, limbs stiff with hypothermia.

“Please,” you prayed to yourself.

Right where Devins had gone under, at the epicenter of the new health billowing out through the lake, Dean broke through the surface one last time. Relief burned through your freezing limbs. He tilted his head back, soaking up the flush of moonlight breaching the fog, breathing in the lake’s first clear breath of air in thirty-five years.

Lucas was over his shoulder, alive.

LAKE MANITOC, WISCONSIN - NOV. 18th, midday.

The parking lot of your motel had become Lake Manitoc’s latest snowball battleground. Being one of the only lots in town yet to clear out its snow, the local kids had flocked to it, eager to enjoy the first day of the season with sun. You two young boys race past the Impala, shrieking with glee as a girl their age pelted the backs of their hand-me-down jackets with snowballs. The girl had some wicked aim. She nailed the taller of the boys in the head with a solid fastball, squealing and red in the face, I do not have a crush on you! He ran away in stitches, his freckled brother pushing him into a snowbank.

You checked that the rosary was still tight around the handlebars of Peter’s bike, cinched its garbage bag shut, and mimed clawing it with three fingers—an old gesture to ward away evil. A day’s trip would take you to a friend of Bobby’s who could melt it down. Beside you, Dean was suavely pretending he wasn’t freezing his ass off. He tried to do the gesture too, but his joints still ached from his swim. You’d done your best to force the boys into every layer you’d ever owned. Sam stubborned his way into forgetting the hat and gloves, claiming his case wasn’t all that bad. Dean was doing a great impression of someone who didn’t want to be babied, even though he’d laid his head in your lap all night and whined for more warm washcloths.

Sam closed the driver’s side door with a familiar creak, then moved to hover at your side. The three of you paused and leaned against the trunk. Lake Manitoc was alive again, its streets bustling with people pre-shopping for Thanksgiving, its businesses reopening after the blizzard, and its lots booming with giggling kids. You could feel it in the air how much things had changed. Maybe it was the lake’s effect on you alone, but there was a new comfort in the air. Things felt safe again, even if no one around you could say why.

Peter Sweeney had gotten his revenge. His unfinished business was finished now, and Lake Manitoc was finally clean.

On your left, Dean sunk a bit into his boots. You nudged him with your elbow, worried about the far-away look in his eyes. “I know it doesn’t feel right, but we can’t save everybody,” you tilted to look at Sam, “we helped two people, and prevented bad things from happening to a lot more. You two should be proud.”

“And you,” Sam reminded. “We wouldn’ta found Peter’s mom or his bike without you.”

“N’ Dean pulled Lucas out of the water. You helped look for him, and together you got Andrea out of that bathtub.” You held up your fingers, threatening them with a list of all they’d accomplished, and in the same, unsatisfied way, Sam and Dean turned away to play with their hands.

For effect, you slapped both their hands and put on your best, morale-summoning grin. Cheesily, you lifted your chin and gazed off into the distance, like somehow, somewhere, there was a grand future for you on the horizon. “I couldn’t ask for two better hunting partners.”

“Oh, you can say that now that Sam’s here, huh?”

You considered hitting Dean with a snowball, but with how much he’d been complaining, there was a chance he’d keel over and die from frostbite first. If you were lucky. You were about to lean over and snuggle against his arm to embarrass him—but he’d kill you for stealing his chance with Andrea.

She and Lucas emerged from the crowd of playing kids. Framed against them as he’d been before, you expected to see that small, sullen kid, standing among the other children as soundlessly as a pillar. Maybe that kid hadn’t quite left Lucas, but you could sense a change in him too. It reassured you, after everything.

“Sam, Dean, ____,” Andrea greeted.

Her smile was a reach for optimism, but it was hard, almost impossible, to find hope when three reminders of her father’s death—her husband’s death, even—stood in front of her. She separated herself from you with a platter of food. Something told you it wasn’t a wholly grateful gesture—maybe, she just needed to make something to distract herself. You’d been there.

Dean pushed off the Impala’s trunk, careful to keep his tone disarming. To you, it bled with empathy. “Hey.”

“We’re glad we caught you,” she spoke for herself and her son, “We just, um, we made you lunch for the road.” Andrea hung there for a moment, like she was going to teeter on her toes or do something with herself, but had no energy to go through with it. “Lucas thought you’d appreciate some hot cocoa in the cold.”

Lucas signed briefly with his free hand. Sam translated for him, smiling warmly, “With milk. That’s wonderful, Lucas. Thank you. We’re, um, we’re freezing our butts off here, so…”

“They’re freezing their butts off,” you tried to joke, and immediately worried if mentioning the reason why would be insensitive. “Probably because they like watered-down hot chocolate, like crazy people. Milk-lovers like us don’t freeze, huh?”

Lucas smirked, hiding behind the tray of styrofoam cups. He seemed hesitant, embarrassed even, to speak with you, and the reason why burned behind your ribs. Still, he presented the drinks to you first. A peace-offering. You took the one in the middle, forcing down a sudden surge of loathing for your Gift.

“For the record,” Dean plucked up his drink, his smile finding its footing, “I like both.”

Sam said nothing. You were 80% sure that he was lactose intolerant, but that was something to lord over him another time. As Andrea offered the sandwiches she’d made to Dean, flushed into her ears, Sam offered you his elbow. You shared a glance with him—could he really read your mind that clearly, knowing you’d planned to do the same for Dean? Or maybe you just wanted the same things. Again, your brain found the worst time to remind you of his hands and the melting snowflakes, or his hands and the quarter, and suppressed the soul-burrowing urge to scoop his fingers into yours.

“Come on, Lucas, let’s load this into the car,” Dean invited, and Lucas pursued him faster than you could blink.

With him gone, Sam softened his voice for Andrea. “How are you holding up?”

“It’s…” Andrea choose her words carefully. “It’s going to take a long time. To, to sort through everything.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam sighed, and you joined him to say, “I wish we could’ve done more. I-I wish…”

“You saved my son,” Andrea shook her head. “I-I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that.”

For someone so fresh out of something so terrible, you were impressed by how ready she was to face it. If this was how she was fresh out of… well, seeing what the world really looked like, then. Then she’d be fine, and so would Lucas.

He appeared at his mother’s side again. Dean strode in, offering his hand to Andrea. After a long, weary look, she took it with both hands and gave it a single grateful shake. “If you need anything…” he advised, and Andrea nodded, “We have your number.”

Well, this was your last chance. As much as you hated to put it out in the open, it needed to be said. You slipped from the safe warmth of Sam’s arm, moved your hair away from one side of your face, and bent to Lucas’ height.

You didn’t have much experience with kids, so your voice stuttered out, somewhere between stern and precautious and comforting. “If you start drawing that way again, or the nightmares come back…” you pulled a folded piece of paper from your jacket, presenting it to wide-eyed, jaw-clenching Lucas between two fingers. “You can call me personally. I’ll know exactly how to help you, okay? It’s—it’s—”

It’s normal, you wanted to say, but you couldn’t lie to him.

“It’s not evil,” Sam said, over your shoulder, and whatever it was in his voice—that softness, that softness he always saved for you—could’ve made you burst into tears. “It helped us. You helped us with it, Lucas. And you saved your mom.”

You stood up with a jolt, unable to look at Lucas. Sam’s broad, warm hand settled sideways on your shoulder, and you let that comfort bleed into your system, wanting more than anything to believe what he said. You turned for the Chief and grabbed your helmet.

“Now, uh, since you’re feeling up to it now, I need to teach you this important phrase,” Dean said, from behind you. He looked skyward, fumbling with his hands, and to your absolute, overwhelming delight and shock, Dean signed for Lucas: “Zepplin Rules!”

A giggle bubbled out of you. Dean looked over, flushed, but Lucas repeated the sign back to him. Satisfied, Dean raised his hand, “Up top, man.”

Lucas gave him a high-five, and Sam seemed to give Dean a bit more credit. His brother really was good with kids. Where had that come from? Sam mouthed to you. You pointed at him, which just confused Sam further. It was impressive, how he could read your mind and have something obvious completely fly over his head on the same day.

Andrea gathered her son under one arm. She said a final, choked, “Thank you,” and with Lucas in tow, dissolved into the crowd of gleeful children.

You watched them walk away, roamed all over by a strange, indescribable feeling again. You’d almost killed yourself saving their lives, yet you’d never see them again. You were proud of what you’d done. There was no better way to spend this life, and your Gift, than to help other people. But the Carltons and Sheriff Devins were all dead, and that was all on you. Turning to Sam and Dean, you saw the same guilt settling back onto their shoulders—and decided that if you didn’t like it on them, then it didn’t look any better on you.

“Ma wants us back for Thanksgiving,” you reported.

“We could check in on that hunter in Michigan, before then,” Dean suggested, “get a lead on Dad. Winter’s full-on monster sleep season—we’re gonna have plenty of time to look for him.”

“Alright,” you agreed, “but um, before that,” you raised your hot cocoa, hand warmed through the styrofoam, “a toast?”

Sam hummed in thought, and raised his cup too. “To supernatural hibernation.”

Together, you clanked your cups in cheers, each taking a long, fulfilling drag of the cocoa. It wasn’t often that you got homemade anything on the road, so the drink was a full-body balm. Dean drank down whole marshmallows, hooked arms with you, and hoisted his cup to the clear winter’s day sky.

“Sleep deep, ya sick son a’ bitches! See you suckers in five months!”

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 20

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys are trying their hardest to find you. And you are trying your hardest to find out more, to find out why you are so important.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Kidnapping, hint of violence.

“W-What do you mean gone?” Namjoon was the first to break the silence.

“She was talking to some of our employees. Then she went to the washroom but never returned. They found this placed behind the stack of hand towels.” Jin opened his palm and all the boys saw your wing charm. The one that was supposed to be on your bracelet.

“So, she was taken?” Jimin asked in disbelief. His words made all their stomachs sink, this was their worst nightmare. This was supposed to be the perfect night for all of you.

“It’s obvious she was taken. She left this there for a reason.” Hoseok pointed to the black wing charm.

“There are hundreds of people here. Someone must have seen her. Namjoon, can’t you get access to the cameras? This is your building.” Yoongi asked.

“Let’s go.” Namjoon nodded and led everyone back in.

“I need access to all the security cameras. Now.” Namjoon commanded. The manager nodded, hurriedly bringing the 7 bosses to the security room. Taehyung sat down, typing away.

“Look out for her.” Jin said.

“There!” Jungkook pointed. You were being escorted out by a group of people, walking calmly to not attract any attention. But it was obvious that someone was pointing a weapon at your back to push you forward. For a split second, you turned to the exact camera the boys were watching, meeting eyes with the lens. The boys held their breaths as they watched.

“No...” They watched you get into a car and the car drive away into the night.

“Call a meeting. Now.” Yoongi growled, slamming his palm onto the desk. The boys were quick to move, exiting the small room.

“We’ll get you back.” Taehyung whispered, placing his palm against your face on the screen. Pursing his lips in determination, he ran out of the room to assist his brothers.

“We’re going now. Run the license plate number and put out a notice to our allies.” Namjoon ordered. Their car pulled up and they jumped in.

“Every enemy of ours is a potential suspect.” Jin said.

“We have thousands of people who want to kill us! It might be too late by the time we go through everyone. There has to be a better, more efficient way!” Jimin said impatiently.

“Give doc more credit. She is smart enough to survive a lot longer than we think. Besides, they won’t be so dumb to kill her off quickly. They’ll definitely come into contact with us to give us demands or make us do something for her to safely return.” Yoongi stated, crossing his arms.

“Young masters.” The maid opened the door for them.

“No more visitors. The house is on lockdown until further notice.” Hoseok ordered and the maid nodded, running off to inform the other workers of the house. The boys went to the other wing.

“As expected, the plate is of an old vehicle. It was meant to be scrapped last week.” Jungkook said.

“Get in contact with all your underground informants. Someone must slip somewhere. See if anyone has heard anything.” Namjoon sighed.

“I’ll go meet mine first.” Jungkook grabbed his coat, leaving the house once again. The boys tried to busy themselves but there wasn’t much they could do with no clues.

“We can hardly see their faces.” Hoseok pointed at the screen, rewatching the footage from different angles.

“We shouldn’t operate here. Let’s use ‘Magic Shop’.” Jin said. Magic Shop was a shared business between the 7 boys. Like the name, it had everything they needed. Information usually passes through there.

On your side...

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place. You looked around to scan the area, it was a small concrete room with an old bed in the corner, a small barred window to the right and two doors, you guessed one led to a bathroom. Your hands were tied in front of you, ankle chained to the wall, and there was a dull ache at the back of your head. You remembered what happened.

You were finishing up in the toilet when you heard the door open and footsteps enter the washroom. From the heavy stomp of footsteps and heavier breathing, you knew whoever entered was male and not female.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come out. We know you’re in there.” A gruff voice sounded. You remained silent but you knew that this can only go on for so long. As quiet as possible, you tried to get your phone out of your clutch to reach the boys but there was unfortunately, no signal.

“We’ll break the door down.” They threatened.

“Okay, okay. I’m coming out.” You sighed, hand resting on the doorknob. When you stepped out, you looked up to see two men that you’ve never seen before.

“Let me at least wash my hands first.” You raised an eyebrow. They looked at each other before nodding. You washed your hands with soap, not even meeting eyes with them.

“Are you done?” One growled in annoyance.

“Yeah.” You picked up a hand towel to wipe your hands then tossed the used towel into the bin.

“You’re gonna walk calmly, out of the building. If you dare do anything else, it’ll be the end for you.” You felt cold metal press against your lower back. You nodded as one opened the washroom door for you.

“Go.” They pushed you forward. As you left the washroom, you side eyed the gleam of a gem under the light. You only hoped that the boys would see it. No one suspected anything as you walked out of the building with two men behind you, one standing suspiciously closer than the other. A car pulled up to the steps of the building.

“Get in.” They opened the door. Turning around, you caught sight of a security camera, staring at it for a few seconds before the men impatiently pushed you into the car, slamming the door shut.

As the car drove, you tried to remember where you were headed or at least, some landmarks.

“You guys didn’t blindfold her?!” The driver finally noticed you. The male that was sitting next to you pulled out a blindfold, getting closer to you.

“Get away.” You tried kicking him.

“B*tch!” The male squirmed when you successfully manoeuvred yourself to get him in a chokehold despite the small backseat. But you had forgotten about the other person in the passenger seat.

“Sleep tight, princess.” There was an impact to the back of your head. Black spots appeared in your vision and soon, it was dark.

“Look who’s awake.” One of the doors opened, a bright light shining into your darkroom. You winced slightly at the sudden brightness hitting your eyes. A suited male came in, walking towards you. You stared up at him but the shadow made it impossible.

“Nice to meet you again.” He said, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Do I know you?” You groaned.

“How could you forget me? I’m hurt, doc.”

“Well, if you didn’t know how light directions work, the light makes it a little hard to see your face. All I see is a shadow now.” You hissed with a glare. Then he bent down and you saw his face.

“Recognise me now?” He smiled.

“Not... really?” You tilted your head. His smile fell from his face as he frowned. He backhanded you, waking you fall to the side. Your cheek throbbed and you tasted iron in your mouth, knowing that you were now probably bleeding.

“Look, I’m sorry you’re butt hurt about me not recognising or remembering you. But I meet new people every day. If everyone is like you and expects me to remember them, my job would be a lot harder than it already is. Stop being petty.” You growled. Usually, someone in your position would be more submissive, considering you didn’t have the upper hand.

“Ever the smart mouth, doc. Let’s see how long you can keep that up.” He threw his head back, laughing.

“I also wonder how long it will take for you to realise that kidnapping me and holding me captive isn’t going to do anything.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, doc. Ever so naive. What you don’t know is that with you being here, my boss already has control over your 7 mafia bosses. They’re probably scrambling and panicking to find you.” He said.

“I’m just an employee.” You shrugged.

“That’s what you think. You think every employee has a diamond bracelet like you?” He asked.

“I never really cared, it was just a pretty bracelet to me. But I’m sure you’re about to tell me how important that is.” You said in a bored tone. Under playing everything was now your plan.

“Only the 7 bosses have that bracelet. It’s a sign of their highest rank. And guess who’s the 8th person to ever get one?” He smirked. You didn’t let it show but deep down, you were surprised. You never really noticed the bracelet on the boys. Because like you said, you never really cared or gave it much thought.

“So trust me, they’ll be here.” He scoffed.

“Hold on, I’m still trying to understand, so you and/or your boss is the enemy of the boys? You’re not from one of the families I cared for?!” You asked.

“Oh, doc.” He shook his head, laughing.

“Man, talk about shallow...” You rolled your eyes. The man just waved, heading for the door. He slammed the door shut, leaving you in darkness once again. You sighed, looking down at your dress that was now dirtied.

“Who is he?” You wrecked your brains to try and remember.

“The guy at the casino.” You finally remembered the incident that happened when you first had dinner with the boys outside, at Jin’s casino.

He tried to speak to you as you were coming out of the washroom and it ended with Yoongi escorting you to the car while the others ‘dealt with him’. Though at that point, you didn’t know what that meant. Now, you imagined how the boys must have given him a ‘stern warning’, for him to have such bitter feelings towards you.

“Talk about holding a grudge.” You sighed.

“No wonder they didn’t want me to remove the bracelet. Some VIP treatment this is.” You wondered out loud. You needed to find a way out of here, you couldn’t just sit and wait to be rescued.

“Let’s see.” You brought your bound hands up to your mouth, hoping to be able to use your teeth to try and loosen the knot.

“Here. Eat.” The door opened, making you put your hands down quickly. It was one of the men that kidnapped you from the ball. He held a tray and a bottle of water in his hands.

“Is it poisoned?” You looked at him skeptically.

“You never know until you try, right?” He raised an eyebrow, placing the tray in front of you.

“Just eat!” He hissed impatiently.

“You take a bite first. You eat it, I eat it.” You shrugged. The man was given strict orders to make sure that you ate. And all you were doing now was making his job a lot more difficult. He glared at you but you just stared back nonchalantly, not backing down either.

“It won’t be poisoned. We’re waiting for the 7 to come. If you’re dead, there’s no use in all this.” The man scoffed.

“If it’s not poisoned, then eat it.” You said. The man closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. You knew you were being infuriating but your attitude was the only thing that you could use as a self defence now.

“I swear.” He scooped up the rice and kimchi, taking a bite.

“Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You said. The guy clicked his tongue, undoing the rope around your hands to let you eat. He took a seat opposite you on the ground, but keeping his distance.

“This food is sh*t.” You took a bite.

“Well, it’s all you’re getting so learn to like it.” He crossed his arms. You sighed, eating your food in silence.

“Alright, I’m done. I might actually throw up if I continue.” You scrunched your face, pushing the tray. The man took the rope to bind your hands again. Seeing the gun holster on his waistband, you knew it would be foolish to try and fight back to escape now. So at this moment, you just had to be obedient and do whatever they told you to do.

“Ugh.” You threw your head back, trying to get the stiff kinks out of your shoulders and neck. You stared at the metal brace around your ankle, that was gonna be hard to get out of.

“Where’s Taehyung?” Namjoon asked when he came back from his meeting. It was safe to say that thanks to their parents, Namjoon and Yoongi had the most ‘ears to the ground’ in the group.

“He went for a breather.” Jimin informed softly.

“We need to think this through. Doc hardly meets anyone with us... Or at least, ones who are alive.” Hoseok said.

“I’m going for a meeting.” Jin looked at his phone. He stood up and left with his bodyguard in tow.

“Hyung is right.” Jungkook started a fresh document to list down the times you went to visit any of the boys’ place of business. Most of the time, the boys tried to go home for you to treat them since most of your equipment was at home but of course, there have been urgent times.

“She came to mine. But the person was dead.” Jimin raised his hand and Jungkook noted that down. The door opened and Taehyung came in. He dragged his bloodied bat on the ground, falling onto his seat.

“Where were you?” Yoongi asked.

“Just needed some fresh air.” Was all the younger said. Taehyung didn’t deal with emotions well, which is evident considering what happened with his father.

“Anyway, we’re listing down the times doc came to our place of business to maybe find out a time where our enemy might have seen her.” Namjoon got his up to speed.

“Did you forget she doesn’t even know that she wears our family band around her wrist?” Taehyung asked.

“Did she not even notice?”

“No, she didn’t even know what I was talking about when I mentioned it to her at the club the other night. She thought it was just a nice gift. I told her the gist of it but she probably thought that most, if not all, our employees have one too.” Jimin informed.

“Whatever it is. We’re all just trying to form at least a list of suspects. Every option, we’ll try it.” Yoongi said.

“She hasn’t been to Stigma or Singularity before. I usually handle those businesses outside and try to go home to get treated by her.” Taehyung crossed his arms.

“Stop looking at that.” He saw Jungkook still had the paused video of you staring at the camera on his computer screen.

“Let him be.” Namjoon chided.

“I got video footage from Daydream.” Hoseok informed. His place was one of the only one that the car could have possibly driven past. If they did, they would have a general direction of where you went.

“Hook it up to the screen.” Jungkook handed Hoseok the cable to hook his computer up to the screen and he played the footage from the night before. He carefully skipped forward the seconds, they couldn’t risk missing something. Everyone was quiet, their focus on the video footage in front of them. Jimin stood up from his seat.

“There. Fast backwards 10 seconds. Slow the video down.” He pointed. Hoseok moved the video back. In the slowed freeze frames, they saw the exact car drive past Daydream and take a left.

“Hobi, where does that road lead to?” Yoongi asked.

“Uh, the car slanted left. That leads to the highway... Up north, I think.” Hoseok pulled up the map.

“Yes. That highway heads north.” Taehyung said. Finally, the boys felt like they had a breakthrough. The kidnappers probably held you captive somewhere up north of Seoul.

“Who are the clans in the north?” Namjoon asked.

“Here they are.” Jungkook flipped through the photos on the screen.

“It is one of them. No one else would let another gang on their territory, knowing that they kidnapped one of ours. Unless they want an unnecessary war on their hands.” Yoongi said. Even if they did have enemies, a lot of gangs would rather be an ally instead. Bangtan was just that scary.

“I’ll call Jin hyung and let him know.” Jimin took his phone out, stepping aside to call the eldest, letting him know what they had found out so far.

It only took 20 minutes for Jin to come back, unsuccessful from meeting with all his informants. No one had a clue as to who was vengeful enough to kidnap you from Bangtan.

“We’ll start visiting some of them. You guys fill Jin hyung in on what’s going on. It’ll be faster if we split up to visit the gangs.” Taehyung said.

“Okay. Don’t be reckless.” Namjoon said. Jimin nodded, a silent promise to keep Taehyung in check. Grabbing what they needed, the duo left ‘Magic Shop’ immediately.

“Show me the photos.” Jin said. Once again, Jungkook pulled up the photos.

“Hold on. Go back.” Jin stopped the maknae. Jungkook clicked the slide, going back to show the photos of the leaders and righthand men from one of the gangs. Jin moved closer, squinting slightly.

“That guy... Don’t you recognise him?” Jin pointed.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked.

“We’ve encountered him before. That first dinner with (y/n) at my casino. He harassed her outside the washrooms. Jungkook came to rescue her in time and Yoongi took her away before he could reveal anything. We didn’t kill him since we didn’t want to make anything too obvious yet.” Jin frowned. The others finally remembered.

“But she didn’t have a bracelet yet.” Hoseok reminded.

“From the way Jungkook sprung to protect her... They must have been keeping tabs on her.” Namjoon concluded.

Just then, the phone rang.

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accio-victuuri · 3 years

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BoXiao : Endorsement CPNs

Just listing a few of my favorites, where we clowned so hard with what appears to be bxg biased signs from brands. Mostly 2020-2021. This was supposed to be a simple post but it got a little bit out of hand. So. Here you go. Enjoy!

Note: If you don’t like CPN posts, just scroll along. If you don’t like BJYX — this is not for you. don’t hurt yourself and skip this post.

1. RoseOnly - I will not add the RoseOnly x Peace Elite collaboration here anymore cause most of the people reading this should be familiar. A little bit of my thoughts on that are here.

Now let’s move on to other clownery, cause when I said we did see some 👀 before, I meant it.

• GG’s campaign with them where he showcased a bunny with rainbow colored flowers. They could be showcasing all the kind of flowers they have or LGBT friendly advertising. After all, All love is love. 🌈

• For Roseonly’s 8th anniversary, GG had a campaign and VCR w/ them and that big 8 flower. 8 means bo. It’s truly used for the anniversary but of course we CPN cause we are clowns.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwGnDR4zspI

• During Web’s promo for rules of my world and when his teaser photos came out— RoseOnly released a photo of a black rose ( same color as Web’s clothes in the teaser ) with the caption:

You’re the coolest guy in my heart.

• When they were doing a teaser for their new endorser, some people were pointing out that the silhouette looks like Bobo. lol. Twins!

• All the references to the Lonely Planet and Little Prince for this promotion. We all know that they both love LP and whether this is CPN or a personal preference— we’re claiming it!

• The green rose they once advertised with the caption I ONLY LOVE YOU. and with the green rose symbolizing innocence, simplicity and forever young. Green and those keywords, who do you remember?

• In 2019, they did a selling bundle with Shu Uemura which was a brand Web was endorsing at that time.

• In a live, the color green and red rose were together — GG and Web colors.

• An Ad in their online store where the display is the Leo rose which is Bobo’s zodiac sign. and GG is holding Libra. Leo x Libra. And with the caption below for their advertisement. We know Web is the Leo of all Leos but it’s still 👀

The proud Leo has a child-like arrogant temper. Some people think they are not easy to get along with, but they don’t know that they just have not entered their hearts. Actually, Leo’s tenderness is only for the right person.

Some other thing that I will add here for reference but I don’t necessarily believe. Link from weibo.

• When GG was announced as their brand spokesperson and Web gave a clue in his post. Also GG making 3 different posts and kadian combinations.

I’m adding in this collab they had with Eleme, the same time Web was endorsing the brand.

I’m sure I missed a couple more from RoseOnly but that just depends on how clear your BXG glasses are. To me the most important is their Lonely Planet / Star campaign with GG last year.

2. Shu Uemura - This is one of the OG brands that Web endorses and who loves him very much. They signed him when he was not yet a big star and flew him to different countries. They treat him very well. 🤍

• The most recent one is from their Ad with Bobo and a red ribbon which made us all think of WWX. I can understand from an Ad perspective that it’s perfect to pair up with a red lipstick — but our brains are wired to CPN. Soooo. And this is not their first offense with stuff like this.

• This Ad featuring Bobo : - "博"君一笑 BJYX.

• For the promotion photos of this eyeshadow palette, the colors and look is similar to GG’s painting for the Guangdian album cover. Yes. This was done some time after the song was released.

• This one is more of a coincidence. Years apart, both on the same day, they posted about a collaboration with One piece. It’s their favorite Anime. GG as Luffy & Web as Roronoa Zoro.

3. Qeelin - will be very lazy with this one and copy/paste from my jewelry post. Take note that this Bobo design is not new and had always been a classic from Qeelin.

4. Kai Xiao Zao - Ah! KXZ! The brand that loves GG the most. So what signs did they give?

• Their recent new product is wontons. Who do we know that likes wontons? It reminded BXGs of the unofficial BTS when Web was nagging GG to eat Wontons.

• They used a well known BXG idiom:

"你是夏日限定, 也是来日方长"

5. Chunzhen - Endorsed by Bobo, and this is under Mengniu. It caused some drama— cause GG & Web are technically promoting the same company. but like, there are so many other c-ent artists endorsing this brand.

• They posted for this year’s Qixi, stating in the Caption that Bobo is able to balance love and work. Really? How did they know? And they had made a character called XIAO ZHEN for qixi ( a cartoon girl with blue hair ).

• Zhenguoli ( endorsed by GG ) and Chunzhen drinks which are under the same company posted graphics of the two drinks together. 👀

• Also since it’s both under the same umbrella company, and both yogurt drinks— you can see their boxes together in shops.

6. Stride - In Bobo’s box set initial release, 3 flavors were included and one of them is passionfruit or bai xiang guo ( bxg ). Of course, bxgs bought it because we were represented. ✌🏼

Also in a message, the brand acknowledged BXGs but later had to delete it because of well— you know who.

Dear Moto/Passion Fruit fans,

Thank you for your support to Hyunmai's spokesperson~. The gift box endorsed by Yibo is temporarily sold out, it is recommended You first collect and purchase, if it is sold later.

Please buy it as soon as possible~

7. Swarovski - endorsed by Web 🤍

• They had turtle charms and bracelets, which endeared them to BXGs.

• They had a bracelet where you can put charms and in their Ad, it spells YIBO. of course. However a BXG noticed that on their recommended letters to add next, the letters are XZ + heart with a dot.

• Last year’s promotion of a lock necklace— Web changed his Weibo header. ‘Lock love, lock you.’

• His May 2020 Mother’s day promotion video that includes a confession (?). I know this is far off but the line used:

“ I love you, want you to see. I am Wang Yibo, this is my unique confession" is so similar to GG’s Bazaar confession.

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8. Budweiser -- What we basically CPN about them is that they are an LGBT friendly brand and it’s always a plus when our boys endorse those kind of companies.

• Here you can find the CPN on the can that GG supposedly created with them.

• Their ad about ALL LOVE IS LOVE.•

An earlier Ad that had two male leads. and another one recently released with same sex couple. 🌈

Also they did a collab with G-shock which is a brand that Web endorses.

9. Man Han Feast Noodles

• The most recent one is GG playing the Guqin ala LWJ and looking out the window to see the moon ( again ala LWJ ). Best part is GG looking like he would burst out laughing and they kept in the Ad.

• In their Mother’s Day post one line says “if you love someone you’ll always encourage them to eat more”. Sounds like a familiar gesture right? Who do we know nags each other to eat?

10. Zenith Do I even have to explain this?

• GG chose a rainbow watch from Zenith collection for Qixi Festival. 🌈

11. Mengniu - Oh well, just last week they had to clarify as an Ad from them was seen with the words: "并肩于雪山之巅" = BJYXSZD. (Side by Side at the snowy mountain top)

12. Anta/ Li-ning - I’m adding it here cause the store owners in this video brought out GG/Web standees together 😂 Context is, there was a BJYX gathering going on so they took that out cause they knew the attendees loved them.

Plus this shopping app that put them together.

I’m capping this post here and will update this sometime in the future. However the ones I added here stood out to me or I experienced when it came out. I wanted to add Luckin Tea / Lays / Olay but that will be for another time.

As with all the CPN, feel free to not believe any of these and just take it as a coincidence. Or people clowning and reading into things more than they should. lol. Whether these are intentional or not, BXGs are always there to support the boys whenever they can. 🙏🏼

#bjyx #yizhan #cpn post

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maddiewritesstucky · 3 years

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Maddieeeee you remember that tiktok or w/e challenge a while back where girlfriends would walk into the room naked while their bfs were on the phone of playing video games etc to see how they reacted? Imagine bucky doing that to Steve 👀😏

Ahhh thank you THANK YOU for this, Nonnie! 😍 You have put me straight in my feels for a pair I have not revisited for far too long!

I’m not sure which verse you were thinking with this one, but the moment I saw it, the pair that immediately came to mind was our darling Silver Steve and Bucky!! Here’s what I’m thinking...💕

So I don’t HC this Bucky as being particularly ‘millennial’ in his persona. He’s in his mid 20s, but I see him as a bit of an old soul; definitely aware of all the trends and the lingo and it’s part of the social culture of his peer group, but he kinda just does his own thing

That being said, when this particular tiktok trend crops up, Bucky thinks this could be a fun one to spring on his significantly older boyfriend - who is very much not up with the play on these things

They’re not living together, but they’re at the point when they’re in each other’s pockets all the time anyway, seeing each other 4 or 5 days out of the week, whether it’s coffee on a lunch break at work or meeting for dinner, most weekends at least one full day/night spent together

It’s one of these weekends when Bucky picks his moment

Now, this challenge is not an easy one to pull off with Steve, because when he’s with Bucky, he’s with Bucky - full attention, not dicking around with his phone or gettting distracted by other things. Which is wonderful and makes Bucky feel so seen and valued, but it also makes it very hard to hit him with surprise nudity

So one perfectly ordinary Saturday when they’re hanging out at Steve’s place, when Steve ducks out of the room to go call the garden supplies company they’re about to drive out to just to make sure they have what he needs, Bucky decides this is as good an opportunity as he’s gonna get

He can hear that Steve’s taken himself to the kitchen, so Bucky strips off in the living room, and gets his phone ready on camera mode (he has no intention of actually putting this on tiktok - this is just for his own amusement)

He realises, as he piles up his clothes on the couch, that he actually has no idea what kind of reaction he’s expecting from Steve. They’ve seen each other naked countless times at this point, but it’s always been in the context of intimacy. Casual nudity is not a common thing between them yet, aside from taking their time getting dressed in the morning or after showers

So his heart’s beating a little fast when he walks into the kitchen, and finds Steve standing there with the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, scribbling notes as he questions the person on the other end of the line about planter pot sizes for citrus saplings

Steve’s eyes flick up to him, and his smile is immediate when his gaze lands on Bucky’s face, but it takes a second for realisation to settle in. He looks Bucky up and down, and Bucky can actually see the moment it clicks for Steve that Bucky is standing there completely naked

And this is where all those tiktok videos had not prepared Bucky, because there’s no darkening of Steve’s eyes or flushing of his cheeks. He doesn’t curse under his breath or drop his phone on the spot or sprint over to Bucky with hands outstretched

What happens, is Steve’s kind, handsome, utterly readable face breaks into the most awed, adoring grin Bucky has ever seen

I mean he lights up. Eyes wide and sparkling, smile enormous...just pure radiant joy, tinged with disbelief. It actually chokes Bucky up a little

Steve murmurs a hurried thanks and hangs up the phone, shaking his head softly as he walks toward Bucky with that thousand watt smile reaching all the way to his eyes

“Sweetheart, what...you’re naked, what’s...did you wanna...are you making nudes? What, what is this...”

Bucky is giggling like hell, cheeks full on pink as he watches Steve’s brain and mouth stumble over what’s going on, why he’s suddenly (joyously) looking at his boyfriend naked

“I’m not ‘making nudes’,” Bucky laughs, ending the recording and putting his phone down so he can lean into Steve’s arms circling around him. “It’s a dumb tiktok thing, you walk in naked to see what your boyfriend does.”

“Oh,” Steve smiles, looking like he’s never been happier to have no clue what’s going on, “well did I pass the tick tock?”

God, Bucky is so gone on him

It takes them another hour and a half to leave the house and head to the garden shop, because now that Steve has his hands on Bucky’s bare skin he’s not particularly interested in removing them. Not until he’s touched all of it. With all of himself.

Now let’s not forget, Nonnie, that this Steve may be silver, but he’s still Steve, and he likes a challenge as much as the next guy

Which is why, three weeks later, when Bucky is sitting at Steve’s dining table on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, working remotely on his laptop...Steve suddenly saunters in without a stitch on him

Bucky almost spits his coffee all over his keyboard

“Steve!” he gasps, surprised as hell but not at all mad at the situation when his eyes rake down all that bare skin. “Why are you naked?!”

Steve looks so damn proud of himself as he comes to stand right in front of Bucky, arms outspread and face triumphant

“I’m tick-tacking you!”

...Bucky laughs so damn hard, there are actual tears in his eyes

“Oh my god, that’s not what—it’s not—”

He can’t even get the words out, and Steve just stands there with his hands on his hips looking pleased with himself as Bucky loses the plot

It gets even worse when Steve asks in complete earnestness “did I win?”

It’s quite the experience, laughing so hard you can’t see straight whilst also being rather suddenly turned on, because that’s Steve’s entire naked body right there, and it is nice 👌👌👌

“God, I love you,” Bucky sighs, easy as anything; swiping his hands across those joy-filled tears spilling down his face

It’s not until Steve’s whole face turns soft and wondrous that Bucky realises what he’s just said

What he’s just said...for the very first time

“You love me...” Steve breathes, not a question but a confirmation, and it hits Bucky hard just how true it is

“I do,” he nods, his smile and his conviction only growing, “I do love you, Steve.”

Bucky’s pretty sure Steve already knew, just like he knew somewhere deep down too that Steve felt the same. But god, hearing Steve say it back out loud?

“I love you, too, Bucky. You got no idea how much...”

Maybe it should be comical, Steve standing there naked in the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon as they exchange confessions of love for the first time, but...it’s kind of weirdly perfect

Even more so, when Steve comes round to the other side of the table and literally hefts Bucky over his shoulder; carries him to the bedroom, and spends the rest of the afternoon tick-tacking the hell out of him

Lovingly.

Because that’s what this is.

#silver steve #stucky au #steve/bucky #I love them your honour #😭💕💜

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Room 107 // chapter III // JJ Maybank (smut)

This story picks up where season 2 leaves us.

TW: May contain mentions of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and violence.

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS CAN BE FOUND HERE: one ; two

Chapter 3 - La Ganga

Samara’s hand was still resting on JJ’s knee as her eyes sultrily bored into his, waiting for his response. JJ’s head was spinning in a thousand different directions, trying to assess what exactly was going on. The main issue he had with this whole ordeal was that she didn’t in fact invite him over because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The sad truth, as JJ came to realise, was that this annoyingly attractive girl had simply overheard him boasting to his friends about the gold that they had found, and respectively lost, and now she wanted a piece of that instead. JJ sighed loudly. As much as he hated to admit that this was a bad idea, he pushed that thought very far to the side and tried to negotiate with the part of his brain that didn’t think logically, which in his case was the dominating one. What exactly could he lose here? The chances of them finding the Royal Merchant gold were extremely low, to the point where they were almost non-existent. This girl was voluntarily offering to help them find it, and she was also willingly to let them stay in her family’s hotel for free until further notice. How JJ saw this was extremely straight-forward and simple - Samara asks for part of the gold, Samara offers her help in return for the gold, JJ accepts said offer and lets her help, growing closer to her in the meantime, seducing her and eventually winning her over, so that even they don’t find the actual treasure, she realises that the real treasure was right there with her all along, at it wore worn down biker boots and went by the name of JJ Maybank. Yep, that sounded like a great plan, one of his best plans yet, if he did say so himself. He looked down at Samara’s hand still on his knee, a ball of excitement growing in his stomach just at the sight of it being there, then he looked up at her face, twisting the corners of his thin lips into a smirk. “You have yourself a deal, gorgeous,” he said, his confidence suddenly returning to his body. The old JJ senses were coming back headfirst and he was feeling great about it. Samara smiled in return, raising her glass for a toast, “To working together,” JJ clinked his glass with hers, sending her a wink, “To working with each other,” The pair sat in silence for a moment, JJ mostly admiring the girl sitting next to him, before she broke the silence, “Where did you say you were from, JJ?” “We never got to that part, actually,” he answered, glad that Samara was taking interest in him, “I’m from a place called the Outer Banks, more specifically Kildare. It’s in North Carolina, right by the coast.” He explained, painting an imaginary picture of what he was saying with his hands, "You know, prior to ending up here, which was a total coincidence by the way, the furthest I’d been from Kildare was Charleston. I, uh, I haven’t really been anywhere.” Samara was studying his face while he was talking. She had asked him a simple question and was expecting a simple answer, yet this boy could just seemingly not stop talking. She couldn’t decide whether it was annoying, or strangely endearing. She almost felt bad for having to shut him up to change the topic to what she had actually called him over for, “So tell me about this gold,” Lucky for her, JJ didn’t seem to mind her direct approach to the change of subject, instantly going into another story - the one that interested her the most. “Funny you ask,” he said enthusiastically, taking a rather big sip of his wine, “So as I said, I’m from the Outer Banks. Let me describe the OBX to you - it’s an odd place, you see, a place much like any other in the sense that it’s divided into rich and poor, however that divide is a suuuuper big deal to us. You’ve got the rich and elite bastards called the Kooks, and you’ve also got the not so lucky ones who work for them - the Pogues. Me and those guys you so kindly invited into your home, are, well, were Pogues. Except for Sarah, she was rich-rich.” There it was again - JJ getting completely side-tracked in his own thoughts, talking about irrelevant to the topic of conversation things.

Samara somehow found it entertaining and she wasn’t particularly bothered by it so she just let him speak, hoping that he’d eventually get to the point. “- so one day, it turned out that John B’s old man was dead, although he’d left behind all these clues and well, one thing lead to another, we found the gold, except we weren’t the only people looking for it, obviously,” Bingo, there it was - the gold. Samara knew this was her cue to focus, “- so when we were finally within touching distance of the gold and the cross - boom - we threw ourselves of the ship to dodge getting totally killed, and, well, here we are.” JJ wrapped up his story, leaning back into the couch and sighing contently with what he believed to be a great short summary of what had happened to him and his friends, finishing the rest of his wine. Samara frowned as she did the same, “Hold that thought,” she said, standing up and disappearing into the diner for a brief moment, before coming back with a bottle of the infamous whiskey from earlier, it had just enough contents to fill up one more glass each. JJ smirked at the sight of her when she sat back down next to him and she frowned dramatically, “What? I thought this called for something a bit stronger.” JJ didn’t protest as the pretty brunette refilled their wine glasses with the harder liquor, “I have a cousin up in Daytona,” she said as matter-of-factly, “He owns a motel in the Holly Hill area. We can crash up there while we head up north. We’ll leave first thing Thursday morning, before my aunt and cousin come back. I’ll make sure we have everything we need by then, we have just enough time.” “Why are we heading up north?” JJ looked puzzled, “And how many cousins with hotels do you have?” “Seeing as we know virtually nothing about where these people were heading, the most logical thing that we can do is go back to the Outer Banks and try finding out as much as we can from there. There must be someone who knows.” The more she spoke, the more it made sense to JJ. Ward would have made sure to erase all of his traces by now, Rafe would have tried his best to follow in his father’s footsteps, however there was one member of the Cameron family who was, for the lack of a better word, messy. And that was Wheezie Cameron, Sarah’s younger sister. JJ was sure that Ward would have changed all of their phone numbers, if they were even still allowed to have a phone, however the thought of Wheezie Cameron totally removing herself from social media was by far absurd to JJ. He was sure that they would be able to somehow trace her even without having to go all the way back to the OBX, but before they could do that, this was their only option. Samara had turned out smarter than he had made her out to be initially. She was cunning, generous and helpful, all traits that JJ never thought he’d find this attractive in a woman. Hell, up until now he’d never even looked for any traits in women beyond their physical appearance, yet here he was - a changed man. “You, miss,” he pointed at her with the hand he held his wine glass in, “Are a genius. Has anyone ever told you that?” Samara snickered, although she couldn’t help the slight blush that was painting itself across her tanned cheeks, “Don’t push your luck too much, JJ, we’ve only just met,” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, almost appearing shy for a split second. This didn’t go unnoticed by JJ and he took it as a green light to scoot a bit closer to her, to the point where their faces were inches apart. He couldn’t help but breathe her scent in, and boy did she smell alluring, her perfume heavy and somewhat oriental, at least that’s how JJ would describe it. It reminded him of all the times he’d served tables down on Figure Eight and rich Kook girls would walk past him, leaving behind a scent of expensive designer perfume. Samara almost reminded him of a rich Kook girl, she looked so well put together and so on top of her shit. Good thing they weren’t in the OBX anymore, otherwise his friends would grill him for breaking the one promise he had made to himself

long, long ago - never getting with a Kook. Except she wasn’t a Kook, they weren’t in the OBX and much to his dismay - him and her were hardly getting with each other. He realised that winning Samara over would take time, and lucky for him, he had all the time in the world. Finding Ward and the gold would take a while and he was up for an adventure, especially since it included this gorgeous young lady. He studied her some more. Her skin looked so soft, and so did her lips - so soft, so inviting. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, shaped like almonds, and the way she batted her luscious lashes almost made her seem like she was keeping a number of dark and dangerous secrets. JJ knew that deep down she saw something in him, too. She just needed the right push to admit it. A stray strand of her hair fell in her face and before she could react, JJ gently tucked it away behind her ear, taking his time when his fingers met her face. He let them linger there for a second before pulling his hand away. “Thanks,” was all that she could say. “Don’t mention it,” he said gently, “We’re gonna be partners after all, we’ve gotta help each other out, right?” Samara almost rolled her eyes at the sound of JJ referring to them as ‘partners’, but she withheld from it. Something about this boy was very endearing to her, in a lost puppy type of way, and she didn’t want to admit it, but she didn’t entirely dislike his company. Au contraire, it had been a while since she had had someone around. This didn’t seem all bad to her - she would go for a little adventure, make some friends, and if all goes to plan, she’ll come home with a bag full of gold. Hell, if she felt frisky enough she could even JJ the time of day once or twice - no strings attached, of course. He seemed keen enough, that much she knew. And she had never been with anyone in that way before, much to everyone’s disbelief. She wasn’t going to tell him that, of course, especially not now. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, but she suddenly found him so attractive. He was her usual type - seemed like the local bad boy back home, the one who didn’t abide by the rules and got himself in trouble more often than not - and only God knew just how much Samara liked the bad boys. His fingers, although rough and calloused, left the softest touch, and she was ashamed to admit she wished he’d left them there for a moment longer. She crossed her legs and sat up straighter, trying to regain her composure. She knew she’d had enough to drink. She couldn’t do this here, especially not tonight, not in her aunt’s hotel. She knew that if she didn’t call quits to the night now, things might get ugly and she didn’t want to lose her composure with JJ yet. “Shall we?” She said, trying her hardest to sound as confident and unfazed as she could, “Head to bed I mean,” She quickly added, mentally kicking herself for not clearing it up and potentially giving JJ the wrong idea. Judging by the growing smirk on the boy’s face she realised she’d just dug herself a hole. “I thought we’d only just met, Miss La Guardiana,” he winked, standing up and offering his hand to help her up. She accepted it and turned on her heel towards the stairs as soon as she was on her feet, sassily flipping her hair as she did so. JJ followed after her, smirk only growing as they walked up the stairs and into the hallway to their respective rooms. When they reached JJ’s room, they both stopped, Samara leaning against the wall. “Fill your friends in on our plan so far,” she said, “About heading up to Daytona, I mean. I’ll take care of everything else until then.” JJ raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what she meant by ‘everything else’. She noticed his confusion and decided to clear it up, “I’ll sort out some clothes for all of you, food is on the house, we’ll also need some cash so…” she eyed JJ up and down, an idea forming in her head, “Perhaps you could be useful while we’re still here and work for it, I’m thinking… waiter?” JJ almost laughed, “Baby girl, you name it - I’ve probably done it. Back home, there isn’t a job I

haven’t worked, just to make enough to put food on the table. Besides, serving food and drinks is the least I could do to repay your kindness,” his eyes darkened as he took a step closer to Samara. His face was getting dangerously close to hers, never breaking eye contact, “It’ll be my pleasure to work for you, miss La Guardiana,” Samara held her ground, trying to keep her cool as much as she physically could. On the inside, she was on fire. “Likewise, mister Kildare,” she whispered, inching her body closer to JJ’s; she wanted to push his buttons as far as she could in the moment. They stood there in silence for a moment; they didn’t need to say anything - their eyes were doing all the talking. JJ couldn’t keep his eyes off Samara’s lips, though when he finally gave in and leaned forward, the girl took a sudden step backwards towards her room, leaving him breathless. “Make sure you wake all of your friends up early tomorrow,” she simply said, “You didn’t think you’d be the only one who’d have to work for a living around here did you? “ she faked a grimace, still stepping backwards towards her room, “Meet me tomorrow in the lobby at 8. We’ve got work to do,” she stopped in front of her door, pressing her key into the lock, “Oh, and JJ?” Her door clicked open, “I really enjoyed tonight. Looking forward to our next date. Goodnight,” with that, she was gone. Did she say date? JJ stood in the hallway for a moment before going into his room. He couldn’t hide the grin on his face even if he wanted to. Samara totally had a thing for him and he couldn’t wait to dive into this new adventure - the gold being the last thing on his mind, because maybe, just maybe, Samara wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

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Better Than Revenge (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend broke up with her unexpectedly and the Hargreeves goes and finds out the truth.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Better Than Revenge x Taylor Swift

Word Count: 2.1k words

Warning: swearing, violence

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It was all so sudden, I thought that me and him were alright. We've just got back from a trip couple of days ago, taking cute couple pictures and posting it on social media.

Every night, he told me that he loved me and he would never let me go. It took us hours to even hop out of the hotel bed because he would want to cuddle with me all morning. All the love he shared that I thought was genuine didn't mean anything to him.

Was a blind? Was I too naive? Should I have known me and him were in a fake relationship this whole time? Did I waste a year and a half of my life thinking that he loved me? I didn't know what was real anymore.

The only truth that came out of this was that my boyfriend and I were over with. Everything else was a blur.

'Y/N?' Allison tapped me on my shoulder. 'Are you coming inside?'

I've been in my head all day since I got the breakup text from my boyfriend, I totally forgot that I was outside sitting next to Ben's memorial statue.

As I continued to stare at the ground, I shook my head. 'No, thanks.'

'It's about to rain, you should come inside.' Allison still sat beside me even with the complicated weather outside, concerned as she knew something was wrong with her sister. 'What's wrong?'

'You know the best days of my life was supposed to be this trip with my boyfriend?' I slightly chuckled, feeling stupid about myself as I said those words at loud. 'Turns out I was wrong.'

'What did John do?'

I bit my lips and sighed; I couldn't even blame him really. 'It's all my fault. For believing that this was all true, for thinking that he was happy with the relationship. I'm so fucking stupid.'

'What did he say to you?'

'He said enough.'

Allison quickly stood up and left my side. 'I'll be inside, come join me soon okay?'

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Allison POV;

The things that Y/N said hit a nerve. I already knew something was not right with the relationship. There was always something off with John but I figured if Y/N trusted him, I should too.

I've should've trusted my guts.

It was one thing to hurt my sister's feelings but to make Y/N sad to a point where she sat in the rain made me very upset and angry.

Y/N was the cheeriest one out of the bunch, constantly making us smile when we're down. Her smile was how we all got through the day, especially during our childhood with our so-called father.

It always took a lot for her to get mad or upset about anything. This already proved that John had something to hide and I would do anything to find out what was going on with his life.

I didn't want to leave Y/N alone under the dark, gray clouds but she seemed as though she was not going anywhere at all. I gave a kiss on the top of head before I walked back into the building.

'What's wrong with her?' Diego peeked through the window, watching Y/N leaning next to Ben's statue.

'John broke up with her and I'm going to find out exactly why.' I flared my nose, infuriated about this situation between my sister and her ex-boyfriend.

Diego furrowed his eyebrows, confused about everything. 'W-wait, John and her broke up? Didn't they just come back from their cute little trip?'

'He's a fucking liar is what it is. I swe-'

'Allison, are you sure he's a prick?' Diego tried to be civil which I completely understood but something about my instincts told me otherwise. 'We have zero proof of why this man broke up with Y/N.'

'That's what I'm trying to find out. I just don't trust him. It doesn't make any sense at all.' I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath. 'You can watch Y/N while I go do some digging.'

Diego chuckled, 'Are you kidding me? I'm coming with you. Let's expose this man.'

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Diego POV;

Luther, Vanya and Five were left with Y/N at home to make sure she was comfortable and feeling better. We also had to be extra careful about Y/N finding out about us stalking her old boyfriend.

If Y/N even got a hint about me, Klaus and Allison's whereabouts, her emotions will get the best of her and she will not hesitate to use her ultrasonic scream to try to get to us.

Y/N was the most level headed out of all the Hargreeves but her number one pet peeve was people digging through private lives. Her finding out the truth especially in the fragile state she was in would ruin us.

And seeing her hatred towards paparazzi and the way she fought them off on her off days as Number Eight, I would never want to be Y/N's enemy.

Which was why Allison, Klaus and I, the mouthy triggering siblings had to leave the house. Klaus and I privately argued that Five should've been with us but with his smart mouth, we knew he was going to use his "genius brain" as an excuse to stay and distract Y/N.

Klaus didn't like that, given the fact that Y/N and him were tight like glue. But everyone knew that Klaus was the number one person that needed to leave the house.

'Why can't I stay with Y/N?' Klaus whined, 'You know I suck at these investigating type missions. I could be a great caregiver to our sweet sister. I would give her some warm tea-'

'We haven't even pulled over to John's house and you're already running your mouth. That's why.' I turned around toward Klaus who was laying down in the back of the car as Allison drove my car. 'You'd be the first one to tell Y/N our secret and we can't risk that, dude.'

Allison looked at our brother from the mirror, smiling. 'Don't worry Klaus, she will be fine. I promise.'

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Klaus POV;

The car suddenly stopped moving, Allison and Diego unbuckled their seatbelts. Ben, who was squished to the side where my legs rested rolled his eyes. 'You could've saved me some space for me to sit.'

'You're a ghost, why does it matter?' I replied back to him, I didn't think that he'd cramp up while I laid down in the back. 'Besides, my legs were on your lap so you should be fine.'

'Who are you talking to?' Diego asked me as he watched me get out of the car.

'Nobody.'

Ben yelled, just like he always does whenever I claim that I talk to myself. He had to realize we were here for Y/N, Ben can have his moment to shine some other time.

Diego, Ben and I followed Allison into John's house. Y/N used to bring Allison and I here often to hang out with John, we knew where he hid his spare key.

'Let's split up and look for some clues. It's got to be in here somewhere.' Allison mumbled, walking upstairs.

'Psst, Klaus!' Diego pointed behind him, 'You want to partner up? Maybe if we do it together it'll be faster.'

'Why are you whispering? The man isn't even here.' I chuckled at my brother, 'I think working together would take more time.'

Diego hissed, 'Fine! Be that way and go with your imaginary friend.'

'Why are you so upset? You really love me, don't you Diego?'

He pulled out his knife, looking at me intensely without saying any word. I knew Diego was sensitive but I didn't think that would trigger him to throw a knife at my face.

'I'm sorr-' before I was able to finish my apology, Diego struck his knife next to my head, hearing a loud groan from behind.

'Allison! I got him!' Diego shouted as he quickly got up and ran past me. I turned around and saw John lying on the ground, holding his shoulder in pain.

'What are you crazy fuckers doing here.' John winched.

Diego pulled the knife out of him, wiping the blood off with John's shirt before he put it back on his harness. 'Given the circumstances, I do not appreciate your tone dude.'

'See, I knew you Hargreeves were crazy. I don't know how I put up with you and your sister for nearly two years.'

'Now that's when you stop talking.' Diego stuck his finger into his knife wound, making John scream louder than he was before. 'I'm telling you, shut the fuck up before we do more harm.'

'Okay, okay!' John yelled, still grabbing onto his shoulder. All I could think about was how infected his shoulder was going to be after all this mess.

As I stared at John's wound, I went back to thinking about my poor sister. 'Why did you break up with Y/N?'

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Y/N’s POV;

'Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.' Luther and Vanya said in sync. They have been at it for about an hour now, I've never seen two human beings intrigued in this boring game before.

Five just stared at them with an angry face like always, all he has been doing was mumbling to himself and complaining about something I couldn't hear from here.

'What are you guys doing exactly?' I questioned my brothers and sister that has been in the living room with me for over an hour doing nothing.

At first it was odd that they were sitting with me, quiet and not saying a word but I didn't question anything. Now it was weird of them to be here as if they were keeping an eye on me.

'Just keeping you company.' Luther grinned, 'Do you need anything?'

'No, thanks.' I gave him a soft smile, asking an additional question. 'Did Allison say anything to you guys?'

I was in such an emotional state, I blurted the end of my relationship to Allison without thinking of anything. What happened between me and John was over, clearly over and if he wanted that I couldn't say no.

Knowing how overprotective Allison can get of me, I was worried what trouble she got herself into. I hoped she wasn't doing what I thought she might be doing.

'Nope, nothing.' Five, Luther and Vanya all said in the same tone.

'Y/N!' I heard Klaus screaming from the front door, rushing inside to come see me. 'He's a fucking dickhead!'

'Who?' I asked Klaus as he was trying to catch a breath, leaning into the couch to rest.

'Your fucking boyfriend, that's who.' Diego walked in right behind Klaus, anger flushed all over his face.

Allison rolled her eyes, hitting Diego's shoulder while standing next to him. 'You don't have to say it like that, geez.'

'What did you guys find at his house?' Luther asked.

'At his hou-' I looked at the three of them, confused. 'What did you guys do?'

'While Vanya, Luther and I were here distracting you Klaus, Allison and Diego went to John's house to find clues as to why he broke up with you.' Five summarized, with a big smirk on his face.

My eye shifted towards Allison, slowly shaking my head. 'You know how I feel about this.'

'Hear me out, okay? He-'

Diego cut Allison off, 'He had a ultrasound picture in his hand Y/N. John is a fucking asshole and I was so close to punchin-'

'He what?' Luther yelled, immediately standing up and towering over everybody. 'Where is he right now?'

'Laying down on his living room floor because Diego threw a knife through his shoulder.' Klaus added.

'Y/N, I'm so sorry okay? But I had to go see for myself and you being sad is the last thing I want to see.' Allison took a step closer to me. 'You we're blaming yourself about this breakup and I didn't want you to do that. That's why I went.'

There were no words left to say; I felt angry, sad, disappointed that my boyfriend of almost two years had a different girl the whole time. John was even about to have a family with some other woman.

I clenched my first as I thought about John, the more flashbacks I had of our "happy times" the angrier I got.

My siblings started to notice the change of my expressions. Klaus' eyes widened, 'Are you okay Y/N?'

'Come on guys, let's go get him.' I took my jacket from the couch, quickly putting them on as I walked towards the front door. All my siblings started to cheer as they walked next to me, Diego and Klaus hugging me from each side.

'Let's get this son of a bitch!' Diego screamed with his fist in the air.

#hargreeves x sibling!reader #n.8 x reader #number eight!reader #n8!reader #tua fics #tua oneshot #the umbrella academy oneshot #the umbrella academy fic #diego hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x sister!reader

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all in²

pairing: special agent ! lee felix x medical examiner ! reader

genre: f for fluff and felix

warnings: mentions of dead bodies and a ghost.. or a murderer... or a ghost murderer

welcome back to skz criminal investigation division !!

today

i’d like to introduce you to special agent lee felix yongbok ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

he’s one of the two agents with the prettiest long blond hair in the division in the whole wide world

also has the prettiest !! freckles !! that looks like stardust sprinkled all over his cheeks

to conclude: felix looks like a tiny ball of sunshine,

especially when he smiles ,,

BUT he can kick ass real hard ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

very good with weapons and combat in general

he also has the deepest voice which comes in handy during interrogations

“stand up and show your skills you know the drill”

+12983742 points for intimidation >:

don’t u worry though

bc he’s nothing but a cuddle bug and the sweetest ball of fluff to his loved ones ‧⁺✧(⁙´ワ`⁙)⁺

and that will include u

ESPECIALLY u

but first ! u’ll have to meet him

so u, my precious reader, are the new medical examiner in the office yay!!!

it has only been a week since u started ur new job and u’re still trying to adjust

but thankfully u have seungmin, the senior medical examiner and also ur new partner, who has been so so helpful and friendly

u’ve been so busy during ur first week with work and all the transfer administrations that u haven’t got the chance to formally meet everyone

so far u’ve only met, well, seungmin

and the unit chief, bang chan, who is very friendly too

but one day !!

an unfamiliar face showed up at the medical examiner’s office |ω・)

GUESS WHO

i’m going to give u a clue

long blond hair, prettiest freckles, and a BLINDING smile

YES

FELIX (♡ > ◡ < )

he came to ur office to fetch a report from seungmin

and that’s when he saw u for the first time

u were bagging up a few articles of clothing to send to forensics

felix never thought anyone could make a lab coat look so pretty

but THERE U WERE LOOKING LIKE AN ANGEL

u: exist

felix’s lovestruck braincells: (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ｡ ᵒ̴̶̷⸝⸝⸝)(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ｡ ᵒ̴̶̷⸝⸝⸝)(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ｡ ᵒ̴̶̷⸝⸝⸝)

cue: felix embarrassing himself in front of u

“hi, i’m here to r-report”

?????????

u are ??????(・・ ? confused

bc the most beautiful person u’ve ever seen just popped out of nowhere and says he’s here to report?

what does he even have to reportksljflkasdf

“hi! uhm i’m sorry, report what?”

“the medical report….?”

????????????????what????????

“OHH u mean u’re here for the medical report? hold on”

……

out of his entire lifetime

his brain choses to be dysfunctional right there in front of u

felix, deep down inside: i want to. (」｡≧□≦)」 D I S SIPATE. (」｡≧□≦)」

“oh right y-yeah, for the burn victim”

u hand him a copy of the report u had prepared and walked him through some of the findings

“we found something in the victim’s ear but i think we haven’t heard back from the lab-“

“hey yn they ran out of the cookies u wanted- oh! (｡･o･｡)ﾉ hey felix!”

“h-hi seungmin”

seungmin looks at him weirdly bc ??? what was that

who is this and what have they done with felix, his giggly cuddlebug of a friend

ANYWAYS

after u finished going through everything, felix said thank u and bolted out of ur office so quick

chan: “u okay there, buddy? u look.. uh”

“……that’s exactly how i feel too”

since then on

he never stops thinking about u

also keeps reminding himself of how embarrassing he was and gets sad over it again • ʖ̯ • )

not that he knows but !! u keep thinking of him too

u’re a little sad that all u know about him is that his name is felix (he didn’t even tell u himself :c ) and that he’s one of the special agents in chan’s division

but u two don’t see each other again after that for awhile

the next time u saw him was when u got back to ur office after lunch break

felix was fetching another report from seungmin

and he was all smiley and giggly (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* with seungmin but the moment u walked into the room

he just smiles awkwardly at u and rushes out

u figured that he’s uncomfortable whenever u’re around

and it was like that for a very long time

he’d come in with chan sometimes for the reports

and he’d be like buddy-buddy with seungmin but whenever u’re there he’s just hhshdfhshfgotta go

u wanted to be his friend too because he looks so lovely to be around :(

little did u know that he’s just shy because he likes u like A LOT and his brain just short circuits whenever u’re within his eyesight :(

u got felix going dumb da da dumb (sorry)

but stop being sad bc

here comes !! the twist to the plot !! (｡✧ᴗ✧｡)

one day

u were working late and we’re talking like LATE late because

(1) seungmin was out of office for a hearing, and

(2) suddenly 4 new bodies came into the office in a span of 2 hours?!@?!?!@# and u were currently in the brink of breaking down ；—；

but seungmin didn’t raise no quitter

with the power of coffee and anime by ur side, u started working through the bodies one by one

it’s a little past midnight now and u were quite sure the last light outside ur office turned off a couple hours ago and

u see

u could just leave and have seungmin work at it in the morning

but the caffeine in ur bloodstream said u wouldn’t be able to sleep once u get home anyway so

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و back to work (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

u were scraping something from the last victim’s nails when suddenly ??? the lights went off

ok let’s be real

u are ⁿᵒᵗ afraid

u work with dead bodies every. day. but it’s god knows what o’clock in the morning AND NOW it’s pitch black and u just hhhhSHDFHS

ur hand went into ur pocket to fish out ur phone but then u remembered that u left it to charge on ur table AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM

reader u dummy

u didn’t know how long u froze in that same spot bc ???u’re kinda afraid and u couldn’t see anything

but suddenly u heard the sound of glass shattering and someone’s groan and u thought

this is it this is ur END

seungmin is going to walk into this office tomorrow and find 5 bodies instead of 4

u crouched as a horrible attempt to hide from the ghost……….. or potential murderer…………. honestly u don’t know which one’s better (maybe bc the answer is NOT BOTH??!)

u were internally cursing about how u could’ve had a scalpel in hand for self protection but instead all u had with u was a goddamn TOOTHPICK when u felt something? or someone?touch ur shoulder

“hey-“

“p leasedon’t kill me i’m new here i really don’t know anything pleaseiwon’t sayanything to anyone”

“YN IT’S ME”

“THEY EVEN KNOW MY NAME ALREADYSDKFJSK I REALLY DON’T WANT TO D-“ Σ(ﾟДﾟ；≡；ﾟдﾟ)

“i’m not here to kill usdfskdfjs it’s me!! felix”

,,,,,,,,

felix? (･Θ･)

well

that was

,,,,,,,,embarrassing

“w-what are u doing here?”

“the electricity got cut off and i heard hyunjin say u’re working late and probably still down here so… (´ . .̫ . `) i came here to check on u”

u could barely make out his face in the dark but he was close enough u could see him smiling at u

the two of u just stayed there crouching on the ground and u were just about to say something when suddenly the lights flickered on again

( 〃．．) ohsldkfjs he’s so close and if he keeps smiling that lovely u swear u’ll combust

“are u gonna go home yet?”

“i-i’m not done yet”

“oh ! i’ll wait for u”

“WHAT no it’s late go home”

!!!!

“exactly! it’s late!! i’m not letting u go home at 3 in the morning by urself”

so u quickly finish and when u’re done u found felix nearly dozing off on ur table </3

how can a person be so CUTE ◕︿◕

he walked u home and offered u his jacket along the way

(wouldn’t take no for an answer)

it was a little awkward bc the two of u are just very very Shy

but u enjoyed his company

when u finally arrived at ur apartment,

the two of u just stood there for a little while, u fiddling with ur bag and him with his earring

“i-“ “hey-“

“sorry, u go first”

“i apologize for scaring u earlier…. whenever we meet i just always embarrass myself”

he mumbled the second half of his sentence and ur sleep-deprived brain couldn’t make out what he said but !! he looked so disappointed (っ◞‸◟c)

so u gave him a tiny hug

“no, thank you for checking up on me earlier and for walking me home”

felix was bright red

shy shy felix shy

“no worries..” ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ ⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ “i guess.. i uh- i’ll get going, yeah? see u tomorrow?”

“see u tomorrow, be safe”

felix waited until u went inside and then let out a giggle

u hugged him

this is the BEST day of his life

it doesn't even matter if his house is on the other side of the city

he’d walk u home every day if it means u would hug him again

bonus:

“thanks for walking me home again” (⌒⌣⌒ )

lix looked like he was about to ask u something

but all he could say is his usual “no worries”

u see

felix has been meaning to ask u for ur number for a WEEK now but he just couldn’t seem to get the words out of his head >:

he was just about to chicken out once again when u fished out ur phone and gave it to him

“u know… i’d say text me when u get home but i don’t have ur number”

smooth reader very smooth (＾⌒＾*)

he thanked the heavens he didn’t drop ur phone when typing in his number because boy was he SHAKING

the two of u stayed up all night texting and neither could stop smiling that day

#felix #lee felix #stray kids #stray kids felix #skz #skz felix #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #felix fluff #felix scenarios #felix imagines #felix x reader #:felix #:fluff

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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If you are taking Phasmo requests: There was a round in the latest stream where Impulse spent way too much time near the ghost and had to borrow extra sanity pills from the others just to keep himself going. The interesting part is: his internet cut out partway through the round, and if I remember correctly it didn't come back until the mission was done and they were all safe again.it kinda made me think...what if it all just finally got to be too much and his character passed out? Do with that what you will, I'm just really interested to see how you write the sanity mechanic and the effects of that :)

i love phasmo :D

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Impulse leaves the farmhouse and heads back into the truck, disappointed with himself. He’s spent so much time in the ghost room but not had a single reading on the spirit box. It must be something he’s doing wrong.

The board in the truck says his sanity is low. He’s already taken his sanity pills but he can’t just give up now. He knows he must be SO close to getting a reading.

“Hey Tango, can I have your sanity pills?” Impulse asks over the radio.

“Um… sure. If you want.”

Impulse takes Tango’s pills, deciding not to mention the fact that he also took Skizz’s pills less than ten minutes ago.

He heads back into the building and goes straight to the ghost room. Immediately, he can feel a squirming in his stomach and a heavy kind of dizziness making the room spin slightly around him.

Sanity pills aren’t a substitute for letting sanity regain naturally, so Impulse is still suffering from the effects of the previous times he’s been in this room. Deep down, he knows it’s not good for his health to spend so much time here. But he just has to get these clues.

“Are you here?” he asks his spirit box.

Only static as a response.

He spends another ten minutes in the room, ignoring the horrifying breathing noises coming from the corner. For some reason, the ghost is not feeling chatty anymore and refuses to talk to him through the spirit box.

Finally, Impulse gets sick of it. “Linda Johnson, show yourself,” he snaps.

Immediately, the spirit box lights up: “DEATH.”

Impulse yelps and dashes out of the room, almost dropping his spirit box as he does. He pauses outside the door, his flashlight starting to blink.

“It’s hunting, Impulse, get outta there,” comes Joker’s voice over the radio.

After a moment, Impulse turns and runs. He can hear the footsteps, the breathing, the heartbeat, and he knows the ghost is right behind him. The pain and nausea are rising to almost overwhelming levels; it’s all he can do to force himself onward.

Finally, he bursts out of the front door and the noises go away. He doubles over, breathing heavily through exhaustion and nausea, trying to fill his lungs with as much fresh air as possible.

“Impulse, are you dead?” Joker asks through the walkie talkie.

“No,” Impulse responds.

He trudges back to the van, passing Tango and Skizz on his way. Joker is still inside the van, keeping an eye on the monitor for ghost orbs.

The last bottle of sanity pills catches his eye. “So, um… any ghost orbs yet?” Impulse asks casually.

“Not yet.” Joker glances at him and his eyes widen. “Whoa. Impulse, you look terrible.”

“Thanks.”

“No, really. Your eyes are BLOODSHOT, dude. You’re pale, you’re sweaty. Do you have a fever or something?”

Impulse blinks. He doesn’t feel sweaty; in fact, apart from the dizziness, he feels okay. And the nausea. And the churning in his stomach. And the splitting headache.

“I’m fine,” he says. “Can I take your pills?”

Joker stares at him, realisation dawning on him. “How much have you taken already?”

“Hey, I only took mine,” replies Impulse defensively. “And Tango’s. And I don’t think Skizz realised I took his too.”

“Oh my god!” Joker yelps. “Dude, your sanity’s at ZERO right now and that’s with THREE sets of pills?! You gotta tap out, man. You can’t go back in there.”

“I’m fine,” Impulse repeats firmly.

He reaches for the last bottle of sanity pills but his vision suddenly swims and he has to blink heavily a few times, his brain growing fuzzier and fuzzier by the second.

Joker jumps off his chair and captures Impulse’s hand before he can take the pills. “Impulse, STOP,” he orders. “This isn’t healthy.”

“I gotta get back in there,” Impulse argues weakly. “I gotta help Tangy and Skizz.”

“Since when do you call him “Tangy”?!” Joker tries to guide Impulse towards the chair. “Impulse, seriously, you’re too out of it. You gotta sit down and take it easy or something.”

Impulse pulls his wrist out of Joker’s grasp and stumbles back towards the shelf. But the nausea and dizziness are just too overwhelming, and just as he lifts his arm to reach for the pills again, his eyes roll back and he collapses to the ground.

“Impulse!” cries Joker in alarm. “Oh my god!”

He drops to his knees beside Impulse and shakes his shoulders, trying to wake his friend up. “Impulse! C’mon, man! W-Wake up!”

But when Impulse doesn’t stir, Joker hurriedly reaches for his walkie talkie, fumbling and almost dropping it in the process. “G-Guys, get back to the van. NOW.”

“Oh, what now?” comes Skizz’s annoyed voice over the radio. “We can’t do our job if you keep-!”

“Joker, what is it?” Tango’s voice interrupts, clearly sensing the urgency in Joker’s voice. “Is everything okay?”

“N-No!” Joker’s voice cracks. “Impulse passed out and now he won’t wake up!”

“What?!” Skizz gasps. “Okay, I’m on my way back.”

Joker waits anxiously until he sees Tango rushing towards him, with Skizz right behind him. Tango kneels down beside Impulse and quickly checks his pulse.

“His sanity’s at zero,” Joker reports shakily. “But I don’t think he should take any more pills. He already took three sets.”

“WHAT?!” screeches Skizz.

Tango exhales slowly, shaking his head. “Oh my god, no wonder he’s passed out. He shouldn’t even have had more than one set, let alone three.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” Skizz asks worriedly, taking Impulse’s hand. “He looks so pale.”

Tango grasps his friend’s shoulder reassuringly. “As soon as we get back to the lobby, his sanity will be restored and he should be fine. But now the question is: do we cut our losses and take the l on this one or do you wanna keep going?”

“There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate now,” replies Skizz, his own face almost as pale as Impulse’s. “I just want Impulse to be okay.”

Tango nods. “Joker?”

Joker’s eyes glisten as he responds, “Man, I-I’m still traumatised from the image of him just dropping to the floor like a- like a sack of rocks. I’m fine with taking the loss.”

“Good, yeah, me too.”

Tango activates the van keypad, ending the round. The group wait as they’re transported back to the lobby.

Impulse awakens as he feels his sanity get restored, but as soon as his feet land on the floor of the lobby, his knees buckle and he pitches forward.

Thankfully, Tango reacts quickly and catches him, half-carrying him towards the sofa in the corner. He sits his friend down and stands back, arms folded, as Joker and Skizz come to stand next to him.

Impulse looks up to find all three of his friends watching him.

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Tango demands.

“I don’t know,” says Impulse quietly. “I’m sorry. But I feel better now. And it won't happen again.”

He tries to get up off the sofa but Tango takes hold of his shoulders and pushes him back down. “Not good enough. Impulse, I’ve never heard Joker sound so scared than when he came on the radio to tell us you’d passed out. At the very least, you owe him an explanation.”

Impulse’s eyes flicker to Joker, who glances away, unable to meet his gaze.

“You’re right,” he murmurs. “Joker, I’m sorry. I don’t have an explanation. I just pushed it too far and I should’ve listened to you guys. I’m really sorry.”

Tango and Skizz both glance at Joker, who hesitates for a moment before approaching Impulse and awkwardly patting his shoulder. “It… It’s okay. Do you feel okay now?”

“My head hurts and I feel exhausted, like I’ve been awake for ages.” Impulse inhales deeply. “I think I just need to rest.”

“Understandable, since you took, like, three times the recommended dose of sanity pills,” Tango says. “We’ll call it here for today, then. Just… don’t do that again, please.”

“I won’t. Those sanity pills taste even worse the more you take.”

“That’s not what I meant. Though you should definitely not do THAT again either.” Tango clears his throat. “Don’t scare us like that again.”

“Yeah, dude, I thought you’d just dropped dead in front of me,” Joker adds. “Like, dropped dead of insanity or an overdose or something. I’m not too stubborn to admit that I nearly had a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” says Impulse quietly. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Good.” After a moment, Tango smiles and also pats Impulse’s shoulder. “Let’s all go home and get some rest. We need it.”

Impulse nods. He regrets scaring his friends of course but more than that, he regrets losing sight of what’s important: the fact that it’s just a game and it’s supposed to be fun. He’s not supposed to drive himself to win at the detriment of his own health. He’ll have to make sure he remembers that in future.

“Good idea.”

#phasmophobia #skizzleman #impulsesv #tangotek #misterjoker #vaunna’s requests

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Introductions <3

i literally could not shake this from my mind, and i got ever so slighly carried away.

Fem. reader <3

Relationship: Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Keigo Takami (hawks) Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) Tomura Shigaraki, Touya Todoroki (Dabi), Kurono Hari x Reader

word count: 4.6k

CW: You and Rumi are dating, mommy kink, slight druging, shiggy calles you pet, breeding, double penn. squirting, FxF, soft miruko, too many creampies, Photography, cum eating, I think that’s it??

let me know what you want to see next <33

It was official, you and Rumi had been dating for a whole nine months! It was so amazing, Rumi seemed to really like you, something you had absolutely not expected when you confessed to her.

You had known that she had some questionable friends but Rumi never kept you around them for too long, just some spared glances and tight smiles. But that brought you to now, where you were currently making sure everything was perfect to finally officially meet her friends!

You had baked brownies and checked your hair in the mirror at least 100 times, you were just so nervous, you knew first impressions were everything. You tried to cover all of the marks, you practiced your smile in the mirror, you made it as friendly as possible. You wore Rumi’s favorite skirt, it was baby pink and “totally adorable” according to your girlfriend, and a light pink cardigan with a white t-shirt underneath. But what you think made the outfit was the white thigh-highs that adorned your legs, and the little bows on the front.

Everything was perfect, you were ready!

ఌ

“If any of you hurt her, I’ll kill you” Right now Rumi regretted ever being friends with these people. Well, she mostly regretted that they got her revved up enough to make that stupid bet with Keigo. She would have gladly just introduced them to you but this whole “initiation” bullshit was taking it too far.

“I'm hurt you would even think I’d do anything to your precious Bunny!” Keigo mocked, he knew what he was doing, they all did. You had every single one of them wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it.

“Let’s just hurry up, don’t wanna leave lover girl waiting.” Dabi. “Jeez Tou, I didn't think you would be so excited to see ‘er”

In character, Touya rolled his eyes and looked away, he wouldn't admit he had been wanting to “meet” for a while now. If the sock under his bed had anything to say about it. The rest of the walk to your house was filled with scattered comments about scenery, Shigaraki’s constant complaints and, Kai and Kurono’s mindless chatter.

Entering a fairly nice neighborhood about 15 minutes from the school, Rumi declared they had arrived in front of a nice-looking traditional house. “I am going to say this one more time. You will not hurt her, do not say anything weird, and what’s about to happen will never happen again”

“Yeah whatever, just knock on the door” rolling her eyes Rumi did just that. And within the second the door swung open and a puff of light pink jumped out at their friend. “Umi, you're here!” you were smiling like the sun at your girlfriend.

“Yeah Bunny we’re here and don’t you look all dolled up” Gross, the two of you looked like you were about to eat each other's faces.

“Oh! Yes! Um- Come in, we can go, um, to the family room and watch movies! O-only if you want to though, w-we can do other things too, i-if you want” you had managed to stutter out before Rumi guided you into the house before you could say anything more embarrassing, “that sounds great Baby, let's go” shooting the boys a pointed look, a warning, they followed the two of you through the house.

You were practically shaking and you didn't know if it was from excitement or nerves, but whatever it was, you would have to get over it somehow. Just like you expected, they were scary. Each of them practically towers over you, and even if they didn't, they all had the most intimidating aura you’ve ever felt.

After getting settled, and answering Kai’s questions about cleanliness, you made the best attempt at an introduction you could; “Um, hello I’m (f/n) (l/n). It’s really really nice to meet you guys!” really really? Great now you sound like an idiot. And they probably think the chuckles around the room said anything.

You were broken out of your hand by a hand grabbing yours, and a voice speaking up awfully close to your ear, “Aw baby bird you are just too cute! Keigo Takami at your service now and always” the voice purred, he was, so close. You could smell his cologne like it was straight from the bottle. To say that you were beet red was a true understatement. When you were about to try and stutter something out, two hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into another hard chest.

And before you knew it a head was in the crook of your neck, “Stop it bird brain you're probably scaring the poor little girl. No worries Little mouse, Touya’s got you now” with this new angle you could see Keigo better, and blonde hair and was he wearing eyeliner? But mostly, he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. Which in turn made you even redder. But your staring contest with the man was cut short when you were pushed into someone's lap.

“Tomura Shigaraki” was quickly muttered, “Shigaraki” not even looking at you before placing you next to him on the couch. You took the opportunity to look at Touya, dark spiked hair and piercing blue eyes, if he didn't have the scars you would have believed he walked straight out of a magazine. Tomura, still not looking at you, had curled into himself, immediately making you feel bad, for what? You had no clue. So, you placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke whatever came to mind, “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you right?”

This seemed to have the opposite effect on the teenage boy because he had curled further into himself but managed to stutter out a no. You were about to apologize, thinking you had injured the poor boy somehow when a gloved hand encased yours, lightly detaching it from the other boy. Following the gloved hand to an arm, with a rolled-up long-sleeve button-up shirt, to a neck with a tie neatly resting on his chest, to a masked face and golden eyes.

“You're really pretty.” Oh god. You-you said that out loud to his face. You had to apologize-” I mean, your lower lashes are perfect.” That is not what you meant to say, he was going to kill you, Rumi was going to kill you. Instead of wiping you from existence, like you knew he probably could, he just raised a brow whilst everyone else in the room busted into laughter.

“Thank you, Angel, But my name is Kai Chisaki.” He had a pretty voice too, god you needed to stop thinking like right now. And now a new round of laughter had begun, “I said that aloud didn’t I? God, I’m sorry, you probably rhino I’m weird, I’m really sorry” You were embarrassed if you could call it that, you were practically melting.

You were panicking, they don't like you anymore, they were laughing at you, you were putting Umi to shame, and now you're going to break up and- “Bunny. Bunny it’s ok, you are just being too cute right now. All I need to know is that you still think I’m the cutest” Rumi still liked you, and you must have missed the transition into her lap, where you were now located. “Of course you’re still the cutest Umi, am I still the cutest?”

“Always baby, now you’ve got one more person to meet, bee a good bunny for me now, ok?” Shifting you in her lap you faced the last of the group, a boy next to Chi (your new nickname for him). He was pretty too- you just didn't blurt it out this time, instead, you waved. He reacted with a light chuckle, it was pretty too, and telling you his name was Kurono Hari.

“Alright, now that that’s over with,” Touya reached in his bag and pulled out two bottles of vodka, “let's get this initiation started”

ఌ

The room was spinning. You could hear the boys and Rumi laughing but you were too buzzed to listen. More importantly, you felt hot, specifically down there. You had felt this before, you knew it. Oh! It was when you and Umi-Umi were alone in your bedroom! She made it go away then, that meant she could make it go away now!

You managed to get yourself up from whoever's lap you were sitting on, Tomura if you were to guess from the whine when you moved his arm. Standing up was a slight challenge, your legs shaking and you almost let out a moan. Placing down your cup on the coffee table that was covered in beer cans and plastic cups, you didn't even realize that everyone in the room had shifted their focus to you.

Stumbling over to your girlfriend you fell into her lap and nuzzled yourself into a straddle position so you were face to face. Within the second Rumi began to rub little circles into your hip, making you even hotter. “What’s the matter bunny? Is something wrong?” She was such a good girlfriend, always looking out for you, she would surely help you, you just knew it.

“Umi-Umi I feel hot. Like the time in my room? Do you remember that? When my parents weren’t home and you made the ache go away? Places, please do it again! I feel so so hot.” You began to ramble continuing until Tomura, said something that sounded funny to you (well everything sounded funny right now) “I told you it would work, you just had to give it some time”

What needed time to work? As quick as you could you look back to Rumi, she seemed to know exactly what you wanted to know, she shifted a bit under you and began, ‘Alright bunny listen to me, ok baby focus on me. God, you look so pretty, ok? Listen, they wanted to try something with you, you’ll like it I promise, Mommy will be with you all the way, but Mommy lost a bet to her stupid friends and she is very sorry, but they won’t do anything you don't like, Ok? Tell Mommy how you feel.” Lost a bet? What did they want? They seemed nice, it wouldn't be that bad, and you had to make Rumi proud, you were being so good and you had to keep that up!

“Yes”

“Yes what, Bunny.”

“Yes Mommy, I'll be oh so very good for everyone!” That made her happy! She was proud of you! But the two of you were snapped out of your little bubble when Keigo, you think it’s Keigo, began to chuckle, “Mommy, really?” Yes, that was Keigo.

“Shut it chicken wing or you won't get to go.” well Mi-Mi sure knew how to shut him up, and Touya who was laughing along with him shit up too, which made you giggle. By pattern, it made all their attention turn back to you.

“Well strip her now, we don't have the rest of eternity!” Tomura impatiently shouted out. Strip that seemed fun!

“Shut it crusty,” As soon as the bitter remark left her lips, Rumi turned to you, softening to ask if you needed her help to get out of your skirt. No! You would do it yourself like a big girl. Well, that was until you couldn't figure how to undo the buttons, yeah maybe you did need her help after all. And she knew that waving you over with her pointer finger, she giggled and pulled you into a spot where she could undo the button.

You did manage to take your blouse, white shirt, and bra off by yourself, instinctively turning to Rumi, and she looked so proud of you! That means you were being good! But when you turned back to the boys, they looked like they wanted to eat you, but it didn't scare you like you thought it would, in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect, sending jolts of heat down to your core.

Next, you want to take off your thigh highs being almost immediately stopped by a voice “No little mouse, you're keeping those on.”

“Yes sir” whoa, (y/n) where did that come from, but it didn't matter because Touya seemed to like it, and that made you happy.

“Calm down, I’m still going first, you still have to wait your turn, Angel? Come here.” Kai’s beautiful voice called, shifting your attention to the other side of the room to the couch where he currently sat with Hair (he insisted you call him that, so you just began to call everyone by their first name). As much as you wanted to obey the command immediately, you had to ask Rumi for permission, as a good bunny does. But before you even opened your mouth, as she does, Umi read your mind. “Go bunny listen to him” and that you did.

While walking to him, Kai unhooked the mask that sat on his face, placed it to his side, and eyed you, it felt like he was burning holes through you. You stopped right before him and he motioned for you to kneel before him, like a real king! Cutting you from your thought was Kai’s smooth voice asking if you’ve ever taken a cock in your little hole before.

The answer was no. Rumi was your first girlfriend and well, she was a girl. As you let him know just that! He retired your statement with a small smirk and a hand on your cheek, which you leaned into. “Alright Angel, can you tell me how many fingers you've ever had in your little pussy? And call me Sir or Master, it's respectful” You were going to melt if he kept this up.

“O-only four, Sir'' you couldn't look away from him, or how perfect his eyebrow looked when he raised it in question. “Oh? And how many up your ass?” while asking his thumb had reached your lips pulling on the bottom one, “No-no fingers sir, b-but sometimes I put a “plug” thingy that looks like a bunny tail in for Rumi, and don’t tell her I told you but sometimes a take it and do it without her knowing, but you can’t tell her I said that.”

That seems to do the trick, before he spoke he reached down and grabbed you by the waist and lifted you onto his lap, then spoke “Your secret is safe with me angel, now can you do me a favor? I need you to unzip the zipper on my pants and pull my boxers down, ok?” You could do that, and so you did!

After pulling it down, you saw his...thing. It was standing tall, and the tip was oozing white liquid, were they all this big? “Is that going in me? I-i don't think it’ll fit.” that gained more than a few laughs, “Oh it’ll fit, Angel. Now-” he placed a gloved hand on your panties, and both the glove and your panties disappeared, but his glove returned a second later.

All of them were looking at your lower lips, you could feel it, someone (Tomura, you think) had even let out a moan, “Well angel, it looks like you're already wet enough, so we’ll get right to it. can you please take my cock and line it up with your hole?” He sounded so soft and gentle, you just couldn't ignore it, you didn't think you could speak, deciding to just nod instead. But Kai didn't seem to like that. “Answer me, Angel, can you?” placing five fingers on your hip, just as a reminder to do as he asks. “Yes Master, I can.” That made it all better, but he did move his other hand onto your other hip, caging you in.

Doing as he said you took his cock in your hand and tried to line up the tip with your hole as perfectly as you possibly could, following his next command seemed a bit more challenging, “I want you to sink all the way down ok? Your clit should touch my hip, Yes Angel?” After your respectful response, you tried to get it in, and it didn't work! No, no, no! You were doing so well and now this?

At this point you were on the verge of tears, it just won't go in. “Bunny dear, let Mommy help you out, Ok? You’re doing so well ok?” Umi! She grasped Kais cock and moved under you to get a better view of your pink lips. She spread them out and began to press you down onto him. Just like magic, she made Kai’s cock go in! She let go when the tip was fully embraced by your gummy walls. “You gotta do all the rest honey.” and just like that, she moved back to her chair.

Deciding you needed something to hold onto, you looked towards Hari, “Can I hold your hand please?” He just looked at you before offering his hand to you, you're sure you heard someone “awing” on the other side of the room but you were too focused on sinking down Kai’s dick.

When you finally had all of him nestled in your insides, just how he commanded, you looked your head back and let the loudest moan, probably ever, out. Kai didn’t even seem to notice, he was busy being entranced by the images of where the two of you were connected. You did however pick up on the conversation that was happening between the two boys on the other couch.

“Yo, Shig, you got that right, please tell me you have that”

“I got to agree with Birdbrain here, please tell me you're still recording”

“Jeez, yes yes, I got it I got it”

“Eye’s back on me Angel. I’m going to move now.” and doing that he did, lifting you all the way to his tip, he let you drop onto him, extracting a tight gasp from you. It. was. Bliss! Over and over again he bounced you on his cock, until you were bouncing on your own like a madwoman, gaining whistles and praises from the other men in the room.

“Say how good you feel Angel, tell me how much you like getting fucked so well in front of your Mommy and her friends like a street whore, tell your Master how good he’s making you feel, go on, say your a street whore beg to cum..” Kai all bit growled at you, you couldn't ignore the command if you tried. “S-so-so, good Master. I’m a good street whore, a-and I like being fucked, and I-i've been so good please let me cum-please, please” after that you began to blubber out whatever you possibly could. Plea’s for him to let you cum, begging for your Mommy to let you cum, and seconds later Kai gave you the go-ahead and you wasted no time, immediately seeing stars.

Coming down from your high, you realized two things. One; Kai was still hard, ready, and in you. Two; Hari was now behind you on the couch spreading your ass and rubbing small circles around your tightest hole. “W-wait, it won't go in!” Soft chuckles were the only response you got to the exclamation. Ever so slowly Hari thrusts a finger into your hole, then another, and began to scissor them in an attempt to stretch you a bit.

“Are you alright Angel? Be honest.” Kai commanded.

“It-it hurts a bit.”

“Ok, I’ll make you feel better.” With that he began rubbing small, calculated circles around your clit, which did ease the pain of Hari beginning to put his tip in. it took about two more minutes for you to be completely filled with both their cocks. You felt so amazingly stretched out, they filled you so well.

It became even more overwhelming when they began to time their thrusts. When Kai pushed in you Hari pulled out, making sure one cock was always hitting one of your sweet spots, and they did it well. And they clearly knew it from the way you would moan with every thrust.

“You sound so pretty Baby, do we really make you feel that good?” Hari cooed in your ear, reaching around to circle your nipples, when Kai added in a quick “You clench every time we got a sweet spot Angel, you're being so good for us.”

As their orgasms approached the thrusts got slightly erratic, and they lost their perfect timing, which made you fall over the edge, entering your second orgasm of the night.

As you spasmed on their cocks they began to fill you with spurts of white, filling you up with their cum.

Basking in your post-orgasmic glow, you didn't even realize you had been moved to where Tomura was sitting. He already had you on your back, legs spread, displaying both of your holes to him.

Not saying a word he took out his cock and slammed it into your used hole but because of your sensitivity, it had hurt just a bit. Making your discomfort known, you whined and tried to bend your legs away from his grasp. Pushing your legs back open he ignored Rumi's yelling about letting go because he was hurting you.

“If you can do it for those assholes, you can be a good breeding cow for me too, understand?” he didn't even wait for you to answer, he just began to pound into you like a mad man.

He was grunting and growling, pushing you into the mating press, only to stop and completely pull out, garnering a whine from you. He shut you up by pushing two fingers inside your weaving hole and scooping cum out and bringing them to your face.

“Open” he commanded, following the order he shoved his cum-covered fingers wiping them over your tongue, “keep your mouth open and don’t swallow. Be a good pet and let me breed you.”

You never thought Toumra would be so commanding during sex, but right now the only thing you could think of was his cock hitting your g-spot over and over bringing your orgasm rapidly closer.

“To-Tomura, please so so close, let me cum, need it so badly please” is what you wanted to say, but considering the mouthful of cum you had and the fact that you couldn't even think past his cock, all that came out were blabs of pleases and cries of pleasure.

He was close, you could feel it in his thrusts. Reacting to your desperate attempt begging to cum tomura laughed, “You can cum when I cum pet. Just a little longer and you’ll be filled again, just be patient.”

You were crying at that point, you were so so close, and then finally! You felt his specks of cum in your womb! Finally, you could cum, but there was something different about this one, it felt bigger. You didn't know what it meant until your world turned black.

Coming back everyone in the room was staring straight at you like you had grown a second head. You were confused until Touya yelled.

“Usagiyama! You didn’t tell us she could fucking squirt! And the shithead of all people made her do it!”

While he was speaking, he came over and grabbed you and impaled you on his aching cock. “You're gonna do that again, Ok? I don't care if I have to fuck you for hours.”

“No, Touya, you're going to be nice to her” Rumi growled back at the Black haired boy. Earning a glare from him in response.

At that point, you were too fucked out to do anything other than subconsciously bouncing on Touya’s cock earning a laugh from him. “Look! Look! She’s already bouncing and I haven't even done anything yet, damn Rumi you've been dating a cockwhore this entire time” the insult gave you the motivation you make this the best sex Touya will ever receive!

And you did, placing your hands on his shoulders you used them as leverage to bounce harder, at some point he had shoved his head into your breasts and began to shake his head in between them. Biting at some points to conceal his moans.

Reaching down to your clit, he whispered permission to cum, which you gladly accepted, and in the process, you managed to milk him dry after biting the pressure point where his shoulder met his neck.

As soon as Touya was done cumming, you were swooped up into soft feathers and were met with a smirking face. “Are you ready for the ride of your life Babybird?” Yes, God yes you were so so ready, but couldn't manage to mutter a word, but he understood what you wanted to say through your pleading eyes.

Standing you on the floor Keigo kneeled you by the coffee table and bent you directly over it, leaning back to gain a better look at your dripping holes. Deciding he can't just look at it once he reached on the table to grab his phone to snap a quick picture, receiving multiple commands for him to send it to them in return.

Setting his phone down, began to massage your ass, moving to your lower thighs, before asking if you were ready, to which you mustered up a quick nod. With your permission he slammed his entire length into your pussy, gaining a moan and a few more tears. Bending over he reached to hold your hand and continued like that for some time before pulling your upper body smashing it so your back was to his chest giving everyone else a view of your breasts bouncing.

Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, Keigo leaned down and began to suck hickeys into your shoulder. Continuing like this until both of you came in a whirl of moans for each other and overstimulation. You leaned back into his warm embrace before Rumi came and picked you up onto her previous chair. She kneeled in front of you and spread open your legs.

“Before I do this, does anyone want a picture?” every single one of them scrambled to get their phones and snap a picture of your overstimulated cum stuffed holes. “You all done now,” you knew that tone Rumi wanted you to herself for a bit. Receiving nods from the boys, now back in their spots on the couches.

She quickly grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around her head, latching her mouth onto your quivering hole, and began to suck as much cum out as he could before removing her head and kissing you. Making you eat all of the men's cum batch after batch. When she was finally finished getting every last drop of semen out of you, she grabbed a soft, damp towel and gently wiped you down. Kissing you all over earning giggles and soft moans from you.

After she was all down, Rumi picked you up and wrapped you around her body, placing small kisses on the side of your jaw and lips.

“Rumi. I’m tired”

“Ok, Bunny, That’s ok, you can sleep now” she gentle mumbled back gaining obnoxious “aw’s” from your audience.

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“I don't know about you guys, but we have to do that again”

All the head’s nod, including your lovely girlfriends.

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