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jeneveuxrein · 5 months

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needy (BLACKPINK Rosé)

word count: 3.3K

(i'm a bit rusty, lol)

You hear an exaggerated sigh behind you. You ignore it, choosing instead to smirk at your screen as your team continues with its quest.

Your online friends would call you a complete idiot for not doing what you should be doing versus what you’re actually doing.

It wasn’t intentional.

At least on your end, it wasn’t.

Well, to an extent.

You shouldn’t be focused on finding this stupid shield Jungkook read about from a gaming article with this new update.

You should, however, give all of your attention to the woman laying on your bed.

But it’s not that simple.

See, the thing is, when you meet someone as famous as Park Chaeyoung, or Rosé, or your favorite Rosie or Chaeng, there are rules you’ve established to make this relationship work.

Rule number one: no one can know unless it’s disclosed to her company. Privacy and all that, not only for her, but for you as well.

Rule number two: you specifically aren’t allowed to date anyone else. The rule applies to her because you are officially together, like boyfriend-girlfriend kind of together, but she likes having so-called power over you.

Rule number three: if you’re in each other’s presence, undivided attention is a must. Time is precious for the both of you after all. She has a hectic schedule that takes her all over the world while your line of work has you constantly troubleshooting to make sure everything runs smoothly.

So it was a surprise when Rosie showed up at your apartment a little before midnight without a heads up. She knew what you were doing this evening, but you hadn’t heard from her since morning. You, being you, figured she had an event or a rehearsal or something that kept her occupied. Not that you weren’t involved in her life, but her schedule constantly changed. It was hard for you to keep up.

Rosie lets out another exaggerated sigh that it actually distracts you, causing your character to die in this part of the quest.

“Dude seriously?” Jungkook’s voice is in your headphones, chuckling. “You of all people dying to that?”

“Shut up,” Is all you say, swiveling your chair around to your girlfriend dressed in more comfortable clothes than what she arrived in—your clothes specifically. She has a habit of rummaging through your drawers. Not that you minded, she looks hot in whatever she wears. There was just something about her wearing your clothes that had you feeling some type of way. You mute your mic, double checking it is in fact muted before asking, “Everything alright?”

“I’m over and my boyfriend won’t spend time with me,” Rosie huffs out, crossing her arms.

“If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn’t have logged on,” You roll your eyes, glancing at the screen to thirty seconds left before you respawned.

“I called,” Rosie glares. Someone else might’ve folded under her gaze, but it doesn’t intimidate you.

“And my phone was in the living room,” You say, slightly apologetic, but the respawn sound plays that has you turning back to the screen.

“Yeah yeah, play your stupid game,” Rosie mutters, which you hear loud and clear while the rest of the guys talk about their day.

See, meeting Rosie was pure chance, a deal of the hand you weren’t expecting. Your gaming company drove the development of her group’s mobile game and when it was time to launch, the members of BLACKPINK were there.

At the time, you were just one of the developers since you had more of a managerial role and took it last minute. You were overseeing the game’s development more than anything, giving your two cents as needed, but were hands off for the most part.

According to Rosie, as she told you during your first date, you were indifferent to meeting them as opposed to everyone else on the team who brought merch for them to sign. She noticed you before the other three girls did, and made sure she personally introduced herself to you.

Rosie’s beautiful. You’re not blind. You get the appeal. You guessed it was that you treated them like normal people instead of idols that had most of your coworkers swooning in their presence.

She’s also clingy, not that you minded. She’s slowly told you about her past relationships–lies, cheating, using her. It left wounds of insecurity that have made her feel unsure of who she could trust her heart with.

One drunken night after spending it at Jennie’s, tangled in your sheets, Rosie told you she felt safe with you.

Though, as of this moment, you sense the irritation rolling off of her.

“What the fuck?” The controller falls into your lap when you see Rosie suddenly beside you.

“You good over there?” Tae asks.

“Yeah, I just gotta mute myself for a sec, my girlfriend’s calling me,” You mute the mic again, grabbing the controller before turning to Rosie. “What?”

“I’m bored,” Rosie states simply.

“And you want to watch me play?”

“Can I?” You raise an eyebrow, knowing her too well that she’s up to something.

“Did you want me to grab you a-” Rosie doesn’t let you finish, opting to sit in your lap. “Okay fine, no funny business.”

Rosie shrugs, settling comfortably against you as you unmute yourself, “Sorry.”

“Are you in trouble?” Jungkook jokes. Your friends know of your girlfriend, but you have yet to give any information on her. Again, privacy and all that.

“No, she’s just being needy,” That earns you a slap on the arm and a glare.

Your friends laugh, which Rosie hears, slapping your thigh this time. You squeeze her body with your arms before resting your chin on her shoulder as you continue playing.

Time goes by, Rosie starts squirming in your hold. She was never one to sit still. You let go and she tilts her head back onto your shoulder before she relaxes against your chest. It’s nice being with her like this. She comes over often, but not often enough.

You haven’t seen her in almost two weeks. The group just finished their last leg of their tour before their encore performances begin. They have a show in France in a couple weeks, which you’ll be joining them. She asked if you wanted to go with them to the states so you could visit your mother in San Francisco. You had to check with your boss, but it was likely you’d be going as well.

Rosie mutes your mic, “Are you almost done?”

“Not really,” She sighs against your body. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Rosie pouts, but she does something you were expecting. She slightly rolls her hips. It’s subtle, but it’s enough.

“Chaeng,” You deadpan, eyes still focused on the screen.

“What?” There it is. The tilt in her voice, that if it was anybody else, they’d fall for her feigned innocence.

But it wasn’t anybody else. It was you.

“Don’t,” Rosie rolls her hips against you again, this time, perfectly against your cock. “Chaeng.”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable, you’re not exactly ergonomic,” Rosie shrugs, rocking her hips against you once again.

Your cock stirs at the movement. You take a deep breath, refocusing yourself as your team continues the quest.

Tae asks you a question, forcing you to reach around Rosie to unmute yourself. “Yeah I’ll check that.”

When you mute once again, Rosie asks, “How quiet can you be?”

“What?” The question catches you off guard because Rosie’s standing up and unmutes you. She turns to smirk and drops to her knees in between your legs. Your eyes widen, shocked at her boldness. You’re about to say something when she holds a finger to her lips.

“Fuck,” You groan into the mic when Rosie slips her hand underneath your sweats, wrapping her hand around your half-hard cock.

“What happened?” You barely hear someone ask.

“Nothing,” You grit out, eyes watching Rosie push your sweats down just enough to free your cock. You let out a hiss as the cool air of your apartment hits your skin. “I’m good.”

She starts off slow, moving a loose fist up and down your length as the blood in your body rushes south. By the time you’re fully erect, she lets go, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Rosie’s face lights up, and you know that look. It spells trouble with a capital T, and when she stands up in between your legs, pulling her (your) boxers down, you have a clear picture of what’s going to come next.

It was meant to be a joke when you mentioned it on FaceTime while they were touring in Australia. You had this fantasy of her keeping your cock warm while you gamed. She asked if you actually wanted that, knowing how much you took gaming with your friends seriously. You shrugged, off-handedly commenting that you thought it would be hot.

You didn’t go into much detail of how you envisioned it. It was just a fantasy, but when Rosie turns around, her shapely bottom waving in your face, this was so much better than what you imagined.

Rosie mutes you again, her face slightly turned to you, “Still want to play your game?”

It’s a challenge. A very dangerous one that you don’t know the outcome of, but you’d bet everything to find out. Even if that meant you have to fuck Rosie against your desk for being this needy.

“Yeah,” Your voice comes out hoarse, hardly recognizable in your ears.

“Fine.” One hand rests on your desk as the other reaches for your cock, angling it as she takes all of you in one smooth move.

“Jesus Chaeng,” You nearly drop your controller as one hand shoots to her hip, gripping tightly as her walls squeeze around your cock. It knocks the wind out of you, feeling just how wet and warm she is.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Rosie slightly pants, leaning on your desk as you feel her walls stretch to accommodate your size.

“I don’t know,” You pathetically moan out as she sits up straight against your chest.

“Keep playing,” Rosie unmutes you before slowly rocking her hips.

You don’t know how the fuck you were supposed to focus when she feels so fucking good wrapped around you, but you push through.

You tune in to what your friends are talking about, ignoring the small mewls Rosie lets out as her hips move in a circle on top of you. You try to be engaged, commenting here and there, but it’s hard to care what they’re saying.

You close your eyes, dropping your head against the chair when Rosie lifts her hips along your length before dropping her weight against you.

“Fuck,” You mutter, but it’s loud enough for your friends to hear. They ask if everything’s alright and you immediately snap back to the screen as Rosie repeats the movement again and again and again. “Yeah, I’m fine,” You grit out after she lands on a particularly hard thrust, walls tightening as she takes a breath.

You’d give yourself a pat on a back for how far you’ve made it. The amount of self-control you have when it comes to your girlfriend is usually very low. You don’t need much convincing when it comes to having sex, but you want to hold out as much as possible to see where it takes you.

It’s not everyday Rosie uses your cock to fuck herself. She has, but that’s usually on a bed or in your car, where she has your full, undivided attention.

Rosie brings your hands against her lower stomach, resting the controller against her as she undulates her hips. Any vibration from the game has her body reacting, which by default, you reap the benefits.

Rosie reaches forward, the mic turning off once again, “I’m going to cum,” She moans out.

You didn’t think she’d get there that fast, but it is hot to get fucked while your friends are oblivious to what’s going on. She loves performing for thousands of people at a time, but you know her favorite performances are for you and you alone.

“Go ahead baby,” You murmur, eyes watching where you’re connected, her hips hypnotizing you as they move. “Make yourself cum since you couldn’t wait for me.”

The words set her off as her body quivers, shaking on your lap as her orgasm hits. Her head snaps back and she holds onto the arm rests as she tries to shut her thighs at the pressure inside her body. The only obstacle is your hands and controller dropping, keeping her spread open as you feel a sudden wetness cover your sweats.

“Did you just squirt baby?” Your lips ghost over her skin, sweetly kissing her behind the ear.

“No,” Rosie mumbles weakly, resting her head on your shoulder as she catches her breath.

“No? Then why are my clothes soaked?” You thrust up from your chair, knocking the wind out of her as she lets out a filthy moan.

“You came,” She moans as you rock up again, enjoying the sensation.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you decide you can’t hold back any longer. Keeping her on top of you, her walls snug and hot, you unmute for the last time, “Ayo, I gotta go.”

Rosie tries to stand, but your arms around her keep her still, filled.

“Dude what? We’re nowhere near done,” Jungkook whines and you roll your eyes.

“I realized I didn’t finish something. I can pass on the shield. I’ll log on again sometime this weekend,” You say curtly without giving them a chance to respond, quickly exiting the program before tossing your controller on the desk.

You stand, easily taking your girlfriend with you as you push her forward, folding her against your desk as she rests on her elbows, back perfectly arched, keeping your bodies connected.

“Baby,” Rosie whines, your cock still nestled deep inside her.

“Jesus fuck Chaeng,” You pull your hips back, looking at your cock covered in her slick. “You’re a fucking menace.”

You snap your hips forward, groaning as your cock fills her.

“How else was I supposed to get your attention?” Rosie moans, pushing her ass towards you to take you even deeper. “You chose a game over me.”

Your hands grip her waist, stopping any movement from her as you just breathe since both of you know what’s coming next. You lean forward, kissing her head, “Don’t act like that. You know you still have all of my attention.”

You draw your hips backwards, but before you thrust, Rosie speaks, “Then fuck me like I do.”

Never one to not obey Rosie, you do just that.

You thrust into her experimentally, getting your bearings before you completely lose it since it has been two weeks too long and the amount of dirty texts and pictures you’ve exchanged is never enough.

“Baby please,” Rosie begs, head slightly turning before nodding.

The control snaps and you’re thrusting wildly, her hips slamming against the desk, before she could react.

One of the best parts, aside from you care deeply for and can genuinely share your thoughts and feelings with, is that Rosie always welcomes being fucked hard. Sure you’ve had sex at a much tamer, slower pace, which is just as great, but it’s the best when it’s been a while and the only thing either of you could focus on is tearing each other apart together.

“Missed you so much,” Rosie whines, doing what she can to meet your thrusts. It isn’t much since you’re practically nailing her against the furniture.

“Missed you too baby,” You groan as her walls start to clamp down to keep you inside.

One hand lets go of her waist, raising it slightly before your palm makes contact with her ass cheek. She lets out a moan, pressing her face into her arms, slightly embarrassed by how her body reacts to the pain. You watch her skin slowly turn red, spurring you on even more.

You feel your peaks coming soon just based on how much easier it is. Her pussy’s slickness lets you slide in and out with ease, but there’s another thing that Rosie loves and it’s how vocal you can get.

Praise is all around her, but the praise she adores the most is when you tell her yourself.

Your hand grips her waist again before you let your thoughts fall freely from your mouth.

Fuck you feel so good baby.

Couldn’t wait for me huh? Needed my cock so badly.

You look so pretty, letting me fuck this pussy.

You were so hot taking me while I played.

Bounce on my cock next time, let my friends hear what a good little slut you are.

Rosie screams as her orgasm rips through her body taking you with her. Your hips stutter into her and your vision goes white as you hit your climax. You couldn’t pull out since she was doing everything to keep you in.

“Holy shit,” She moans out, back tensing as you feel her release over your cock, making a filthy mess as you paint her insides with your cum.

You immediately wrap your arms around her stomach, pulling her into your chest as you groan out the remainder of your orgasm.

It takes you a minute, but you collapse on your chair, the wheels slightly rolling backwards while Rosie falls flat on top of your desk.

The sight of your girlfriend, fucked out, panting, has you questioning why you didn’t give your attention in the first place. You feel a second wind coming as the smallest bit of cum dribbles out in between her lower lips.

“Can you go again?” You ask after a few minutes, staring as more of your cum falls out. You almost reach out to push it back in, but you spare her the overstimulation.

Rosie stands straight before turning to you. She bends to kiss you softly on the lips, sitting on your lap, and circling her arms around your neck.

“Quick nap?” Rosie offers, peppering kisses over your jawline, which of course, immediately gets you worked up.

“Fine,” You pout like a petulant child.

You swoop your arms underneath her body, making sure you have a strong grip before standing. You literally have BLACKPINK’s lead singer in your arms, and any physical damage to her would automatically fall on you.

Rosie giggles as she holds on, telling you not to drop her or the girls would come after you. You roll your eyes, knowing it’s an empty—sort of. The only member you’re actually scared of is Jisoo, while the other two are like the little sisters you never wanted.

Once you gently lay your girlfriend down, you reach for the bottoms she was wearing, tossing it to her. You change into a different pair of sweats, noticing how much of a mess was actually made before joining her back in bed.

“Hi,” You whisper, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stare at your girlfriend. You still couldn’t believe she chose you to date out of everyone else.

“Hi yourself,” Rosie smiles, burying her face into your chest. “I missed you.” It comes out soft, shy even, because feelings are still hard for her to put into words.

“I missed you too,” You bring your lips to her forehead.

There’s something else you want to tell her, something you’ve been holding in for a couple months at this point. You want to say it now, but when you hear light snores, you know it’s not the time.

You say it anyway, “I love you.”

#blackpink smut #blackpink rose #blackpink park chaeyoung #rosie smut #park chaeyoung smut #park chaeyoung

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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Bath Time

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Trauma, feels, fingering - Soft Seb has got his grips on me and I had to do this. Hope you enjoy!

The hour was late. The clock had chimed midnight, Deek had retired for the evening, and the beasts were all settled for the night. Sebastian lounged on a settee in the Room of Requirement, his book open against his chest as he dozed lightly, waiting for MC. She had been gone hours and he was resisting the urge to go and find her.

She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but that didn't mean his heart wouldn't trip at double speed at the thought of her getting hurt. She hated being coddled or fussed over, that independence streak of hers almost as strong as her ancient magic. So, he had bit his tongue and let her fly off with Poppy on some rescue mission. At least she had the little Hufflepuff with her. She was far more feisty than she looked.

The sound of the door roused Sebastian from his napping and he sat up quickly, the book sliding to the rug as he rubbed his eyes. How long had he slept? He turned his head towards the door, his mouth dropping open at the sight before him. He shot to his feet in horror. "God's, what happened?"

MC shuffled in, her hair unbound and caked in filth, a blooming bruise beginning to shadow her cheekbone and a cut on her brow. She was missing a boot and her trousers were soaked, and as for her blouse, she was holding most of it together with filthy hands. Blended with the dirt were darker patches of red, splats of it peppering her exposed skin. She saw him and paused. Her stare was empty at first and then, to his utter horror, her face crumbled and an awful sob escaped her lips.

He moved, instantly, his hands catching her upper arms just as her legs gave way, her whole body now trembling uncontrollably. "I've got you, its alright, I've got you."

"Sebastian." The way she said it cracked his heart in his chest. Tears streaked through the grime on her cheeks.

Filthy be damned, he held her against his chest, arms wrapping her up safe in his warmth while she bawled against his shirt. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so broken, and if he was being honest, it scared the absolute shit out of him.

Her sobs began to slow after a while, he stroked her back, desperate to check her for injuries. Was the blood hers? "MC, can I get you anything?"

"I just need you to hold me," she whispered. "Hold me, and never let me go."

"Now that I can do," he said. "But lets get you cleaned up a bit and more comfortable."

She didn't even resist as he led her towards the potion corner and sat her up on the bench. She said nothing, no insistence that she could do for herself as he handed her a Wiggenweld and then checked her skin for deeper scratches. "I think I look worse on the outside than it really is," she said quietly. "The inside, however..."

How it hurt his chest to see her this way. But he understood. Sometimes pain swallowed you up inside in ways you couldn't explain, like shadows sucking up the light. He took hold of her hand. "Come on."

Hot water gushed from the taps filling the tub as he carefully removed the remains of her clothes. She didn't stop him, but neither did she help. She let him do it all, even after she climbed into the bath. He used a jug to rinse her off, carefully washing away the blood and grime. They had to drain the tub and refill it with fresh water, this time he added scented salts and told her to lay back. The look she gave him, vulnerable, lost, tore at him. He stood, removed his own clothes and sank into the tub behind her, sat her between his legs, back to his chest, and held her.

They sat like that for a few minutes, him straining to bite his tongue and keep the fury he wanted to unleash at whatever had made her this way. She didnt need his fury, she needed his support right now, so thats what she shall have. To keep his hands busy, he began to massage her scalp, she moaned softly and let her head fall back. He lathered some shampoo and washed out her hair, fingers working over her head before rinsing her off. Then, he took the soap and lathered his hands, massaging her neck and shoulders, loosening the knots in her muscles one by one. Her soft sighs urged him on, down her arms, her thighs, and up across her stomach. He paused under her breasts, his hands slick and soapy. This wasn't about sex. This was about her. He wanted her to feel like herself again.

But then she arched her back, nudging his hands upwards. He brought his face near her ear to watch as his soapy hands cupped her, thumbs swirling over hardening peaks. Her head fell back to his shoulder, her lips parted and a low sound came from her throat. He swallowed and continued to stroke her, moulding her in his hands. He lay back against the bath tub and she went with him, her hands moving to clasp his thighs. Air hissed through his teeth and his cock twitched against the small of her back. She gave a subtle grind of her hips. "Mmm, you feel good," she whispered.

"Are you alright?" He spoke quietly into her ear.

She was quiet and he didn't think she was going to answer, but then she did. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet, later," she said. She took hold of his hand and slid it down towards the apex of her thighs. "For now, I just want you to make me feel good."

His breaths were as hot as hers as she arched against him, his hand working an intimate kind of magic, fingers swirling and fucking until she was a whimpering mess, her hand reaching up behind her to tug at his hair. Her climax ripped a cry from her throat that nearly had him spurting his own release up her back. But he gritted his teeth and held back. This wasn't about him.

They towelled off and moved to the bedroom, crawling under the blankets where he held her close, trailing fingers up and down her spine and pressing soft kisses to her hair. She smoothed a palm across his chest, pausing above his heart. "I love you, Seb," she whispered.

He held her tighter. "And I love you."

The silence lengthened and dawn broke across the horizon, but they lay quiet in their own little haven, warm and comfortable in each other's arms.

"We failed," she said finally. "Poppy and I, we didnt get to save the beasts, and the place was crawling with poachers."

She drew in a shuddering breath and he stayed quiet, stroking her with firm hands, giving her the space she needed to speak.

"They hurt Poppy, said they would take her back to her parents." MC's grip on him tightened. "I lost myself, Sebastian. I couldn't let them hurt her. I slaughtered every last one until there was nothing but blood and ash. I became an angel of death and it was so easy, so easy to just wipe them off the face of the earth. The worst part is, I didnt even regret it, not one."

She shifted to look up at him, her hand cupping his jaw. "And then I walked in here and saw you, I saw the love on your face and the pain when you saw the state of me. And then I knew, I knew how it felt to be you, so willing to tear the world apart for one that you love, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I ever scolded you, or treated you badly for just loving someone enough to want to protect them."

"I will never stop doing that," he stated. "Never."

She nodded, her eyes glistening. "I needed you, I needed you to take care of me the way that you did, and I never realised how much until tonight."

They clung to each other.

"Is Poppy alright?" He asked.

She nodded. "I took care of her, she is safe."

He kissed her forehead. "You did only what you had to do. I would have done the same," he said. "You're not a bad person, MC. None of us are, sometimes we have to be morally grey if it means helping those we care about. I'd kill anyone who harmed you, Anne, Ominis, even Poppy, because for some reason, I've grown quite fond of that little Hufflepuff. You're the bravest witch I know with heavy burdens to bear, but you are far from alone. I'm right here to help you carry them, and if that means washing your hair or just holding you and never letting go, then I am here for it. I'm here for you."

She smiled, the sight of it a relief to him. She had a beautiful smile, especially when it was just for him. "You'd better be," she said. She gripped his jaw and kissed him, long, hard and slow. "I'm expecting plenty more bath times like that in future."

"Your wish is my command."

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut

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fanfic-wonderland · 2 years

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He'll Kill Us Both {Sirius Black}

Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Female Reader

Summary: Being James Potter's twin sister is not easy when you're secretly dating his best friend...

Warnings: Mild Language, Smut

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The room is pitch black and quiet but (Y/N) has not lost track of the clock hanging on the wall opposite her bed. She tries to wait for it to strike midnight as calmly as possible but a pump of adrenaline is already making its way through her veins and she begins to feel impatient. It is impossible to stay still but the last thing she wants to do is make the wrong move and wake up her dormmates; she certainly does not need an interrogation right now. So far, she's been successful the numerous times she has snuck out of the room without drawing attention, except maybe for that one time when she was almost busted by Filch, but even then she handled it pretty well.

When it is finally time to go, (Y/N) gets out of bed quietly, slipping her shoes on and tiptoeing her way to the mirror. She can barely see her reflection but she tries to work with what she has, and she figures that brushing her hair and putting on a bit of perfume will do the trick. It's nothing too big, she's not going out to a fancy restaurant, but she wants to at least be presentable for whatever outcome she'll get as soon as she steps out the door.

She throws a coat across her shoulders and decides that she's ready to get going. The faster she leaves, the lesser chances she'll have of getting caught by-

"Where are you going?"

Bloody hell.

(Y/N) freezes on her spot. Lily is now sitting up on her bed, holding her weight on her left arm and squinting her sleepy eyes at the doorway. The door remains half open and (Y/N) considers leaving while pretending that she hadn't heard her but, knowing Lily, she wouldn't be surprised if the girl decides to follow her. She turns to the redhead with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Yeah," Lily replies. "What are you doing up so late?"

(Y/N) clears her throat. "I was just about to get something to eat. I can't sleep with an empty stomach."

Lily quirks a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yup."

Lily sighs in defeat while she settles back into her sleeping position. "You know what? I don't know if I believe you but I'm honestly too tired to care right now."

(Y/N) chuckles. "That's okay, just go back to sleep."

When she doesn't hear an answer, she assumes that Lily has fallen back into a deep slumber. (Y/N) lets out a breath unaware that she was holding it, then proceeds to exit the room while trying not to make any more sounds.

She knows the way by heart. She's done this so many times already that she does not need to look twice at which direction she's headed. She loves the quietness of the castle at this hour, and how comfortable she has gotten with the darkness of the halls. She's lucky that most portraits are sleeping and, when they're not, she sneaks past them as easily as spotting Hagrid in a crowd. It wasn't always like that but she's gotten to know them better with time. She learned from the best, after all.

When she arrives at the broom cupboard, It's empty aside from the brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies. She rolls her eyes. Of course, he's not here yet.

"Am I too late?"

Sirius arrives almost twenty minutes later and finds (Y/N) leaning against the table pressed to the stone wall, reading the label from a gallon that she had found lying around. She looks up quickly and smirks. "Only a little bit."

"Sorry," Sirius locks the door behind him, and (Y/N) puts the item aside as she takes a step forward. "Remus was up late tonight and I had to wait for him to finally put his bloody book down and fall asleep."

(Y/N) laughs. "That's quite alright. We still got time left."

He smiles cheekily at her words and does not waste a second more as he pulls her close, capturing her lips in his as if they were magnets. Both of them sigh almost at the same time, happy to be back in each other's arms after being apart the entirety of the day. Having to pretend that they aren't dating in front of their friends takes a toll on them, even more now when a year has passed.

A full year of stealing glances, passing notes, brushing fingers, and sneaking out of their dorms just so that they can finally spend time with each other. It is exhausting, to say the least, but as soon as they find the embrace and the warmth that they long for during the day they realize that it is all worth it. (Y/N) cups his face when they pull away, staring into his tired yet glowing eyes. She loves staring at him from up close; she can take in every single detail and read every emotion just by the way he looks back at her.

Sirius is still smiling and It's so contagious that she doesn't realize she's doing the same until her cheeks start hurting. "I've missed you." He tells her.

"Have you, really?" (Y/N) questions in a teasing manner. "Just how much?"

"Perhaps I could show you better than I could tell you, don't you think?" His lips go down to her jawline, landing on her neck with a trail of open-mouth kisses. It is easier for him to take in her familiar floral scent this way. How he missed the way it fills his nostrils.

(Y/N) closes her eyes and her entire body shivers at the sensation. He does not give her a chance to speak as he begins to mark her skin with his teeth, gentle but with enough roughness to make a moaning mess out of her. Her arms wrap around his neck and her hands cannot help but grab a fistful of his soft curls. He lets out a low groan that invites her to tug harder at his hair.

When their lips meet again it feels more desperate, like as soon as they touched each other they realized that their time is limited and they have to make the best of it. Sirius backs (Y/N) into the nearby table again, where most of the cleaning supplies are, but when he lifts her up he throws them all to the side with a swift move of his arm. Her legs wrap around his figure and he grabs her waist, softly biting her bottom lip in order to gain another reaction from her. When he hears a gasp escape her lips he smiles to himself, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue past them and coaxing it with her own. Subconsciously, their bodies are grinding against each other, and (Y/N) can already feel his hard-on rubbing against her which makes it even harder for her to contain herself. At this point, however, she does not really care.

Their clothes are scattered on the floor within a minute. It's almost a natural instinct of theirs to do so, even more when they have no time to waste. Only their underwear remains intact until Sirius can't help it anymore and moves one hand down to touch (Y/N) through the soft material of her panties. He can already feel how soaked she is and that just gets him more excited to feel her completely against him, to have her in every way possible.

(Y/N) moans again as his hand sneaks inside her underwear, slowly moving his fingers up and down her core while he stares at her face. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back, and he can easily come undone just by the view of her giving in to the pleasure. She gasps his name as his lips find the skin of her neck once more, licking and leaving love bites around because in the heat of the moment he forgets that they have to be cautious about this. She seems to forget as well because she does nothing to stop him.

Sirius finally removes her panties and takes off his boxers, pushing them aside without looking at where they land. His eyes are only focused on (Y/N) because she is the only thing that matters to him right now. The only thing he can do is indulge in her beauty and enjoy it before they both part ways.

He aligns himself with her center, staring into her eyes as if silently asking for permission to go forward. (Y/N)'s too much in a daze to make up words so she just leans in to kiss him as a response, and it doesn't take him much to figure it out. She feels his bare back as she pulls him closer -although it makes barely any difference, they're basically glued together at this point- as he finally enters her. Her vision gets cloudier with every thrust of his hips and stroke of his fingers, and Sirius loves the way she clings to him. His mouth hangs open when the feeling in the pit of his stomach becomes almost unbearably good but he tries not to close his eyes just so that he can see her reach her high.

Their moans blend together as their pace quickens, both of them close to finishing but still savoring the moment as if It'll last for an eternity. When the wave of pleasure finally hits them their breathing gets heavier as they try to come down from it. Both of them are sweaty and sticky but it is no bother after such an intense experience that left them both happy and satisfied. Sirius brushes away a few strains of hair away from (Y/N)'s forehead, taking another long look at her. She looks worn out but is still grinning from ear to ear while staring back at him, his expression almost an exact copy of hers.

Half an hour later, they're back to being fully clothed. The atmosphere changes drastically; where there was once lust and passion in the air there is now a sort of sadness surrounding them as they sit in a corner of the room with their backs against the wall. (Y/N) lays her head on Sirius' shoulder while playing with his fingers. They've been quiet for a while until she breaks the silence. "I wish we didn't have to do this."

Sirius looks down at her and smirks. "Why, was I really that bad?"

(Y/N) smacks his chest playfully while he laughs lightly. "You know I don't mean that," she says, followed by a sigh. "This whole 'sneaking around' thing... I don't want to keep doing it. It's all your fault."

"And how is this my fault?"

"Well, you just had to go and become best friends with my brother." (Y/N) rolls her eyes.

Sirius chuckles. "Well, I wasn't really planning on falling in love with you, either. And besides, you have to admit that James is pretty irresistible."

"Oh?" (Y/N) raises an eyebrow, snuggling closer to her boyfriend. "Is that why you like me, then, because I remind you of him?"

Sirius clicks his tongue and raises his arms in defense. "Guilty."

(Y/N) laughs at him, planting a kiss on his cheek before going back to her original position. Deep down, though, she cannot brush away the hurt when she thinks about how they feel like they can't be public because her overprotective brother would probably murder them both if he finds out.

***

The next morning, (Y/N) covers up the very noticeable hickeys with a spell that she learned from her friend Florence ("It comes in very handy when a boy cannot keep his fangs away. Trust me." she had said one day.). So far, it has been effective, and this time it is no exception as the bruises on her neck and collarbone fade away effortlessly, leaving her skin intact. She smiles to herself, proud of her work, and at the same time, Lily barges into the dorm. "Hey, you ready to go?" she says.

(Y/N) turns to her and grins. "Of course."

"Are you okay?" Lily asks while eyeing the girl with worry. "You look tired."

And she is, she really is. (Y/N) and Sirius spent almost the entire night inside the cupboard, talking and laughing and avoiding being the first one to stand up. Neither of them wanted to leave. "Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't sleep too well last night," (Y/N) checks herself in the mirror, again, and this time she focuses on the bags under her eyes. Weirdly enough, she hadn't noticed them before. "But don't worry about it, I'm fine."

Lily nods hesitatingly and then her gaze drops lower. "Something wrong with your neck?"

(Y/N) panics as she looks down, but her bruises are still gone, luckily. However, her fingers are subconsciously running through the now empty spots and she stops the movement once she realizes it. "Nothing's wrong, Lily. You're being quite the motherly figure today, aren't you?"

Lily stares at her for a few more seconds before chuckling. "I guess I am. Anyway, let's just leave, yeah?"

When the both of them make it downstairs, three out of four Marauders are already in the Common Room. Remus is sitting at a table writing something down and Peter is sitting in an armchair while laughing at something that James just said on the couch in front of the fireplace. None of them notice the girls arriving until Lily clears her throat. The three of them look in their direction at the same time. "Well, hello, ladies," Although he's technically acknowledging both, James smiles directly at Lily. "Had a good night's sleep?"

Both girls nod as they walk toward them. Lily sits down next to James, much to his delight, and (Y/N) takes a seat across from Remus. "I think (Y/N) didn't sleep too well, though." Peter teases, mostly trying to get James' attention.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes but remains quiet. Thankfully, James does too, as he thinks nothing of it. Remus, on the other hand, is studying her face discreetly but before he can say something about it, they hear footsteps coming from the stairs.

All of them turn around at the same time to find the last person remaining so that they can finally make their way to Hogsmeade. "Morning." Sirius' greeting is followed by a yawn. (Y/N)'s heart flutters at the sight of him but she tries to keep her expression neutral. He does not look at her because then It'll be much harder for him to keep his hands off.

"Finally," James groans as Sirius scoots between him and Lily. "What took you so long to get up?"

Sirius rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. "I didn't sleep well last night. If it wasn't because I could really use a Butterbeer right now I would've stayed in bed."

"Is that so?" Remus says, a certain hint of suspicion in his voice that no one but (Y/N) and Lily seem to notice. "So what were you doing last night that's gotten you so tired?"

Sirius's head snaps up and he turns to look at Remus but he accidentally makes eye contact with (Y/N) first before he can stop himself. She drops her gaze and tries to distract herself with the mesmerizing way the flames are swaying in the fireplace. "Come to think of it, I did wake up in the middle of the night and your bed was empty." James rubs his chin.

"I was taking a walk," Sirius answers a bit too quickly. "I couldn't sleep so I snuck out."

(Y/N) suddenly feels two pairs of eyes on her: one is coming from the boy sitting across from her and the other is coming all the way from the redhead sitting on the couch. She does not look at any of them because she has a feeling that they know something they shouldn't. "(Y/N)," Lily speaks up, and (Y/N) almost jumps on her seat at the sound of her name. "I forgot something in the dorm, could you help me look for it?"

Gulping, (Y/N) nods and follows the girl to the stairs.

When they're back at the dorm, Lily turns to face (Y/N) and takes out her wand, pointing it at her. "Revelio," she says quietly. The hickeys on (Y/N)'s neck slowly come into view once again and Lily gasps. "Oh my God, I knew it!"

"I can explain-"

"Oh, stop it," Lily cuts (Y/N) off before engulfing her in a tight hug. When she pulls away, she is beaming. "It's about damn time you guys started dating."

(Y/N) stares at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"Are you kidding me?" Lily chortles. "You two have been liking each other since forever, it was so obvious! How long have you guys been...?"

(Y/N) blushes. "Since last year..."

Lily gasps louder. "And you didn't tell me?!"

"We wanted to keep it a secret from everyone because James will kill us if he finds out."

"Oh, please, I'd like to see him try," Lily scoffs while folding her arms across her chest. "He can't keep you guys apart just because he's your brother. In fact, he should be happy that you're dating someone he's close to and not some other random boy he doesn't know."

(Y/N) has a hopeful look on her face. "You think so?"

Lily places a hand on her shoulder. "He has no other choice but to accept this unless he intends on losing you both."

When they both go back down, the three boys are still trying to fish up answers from Sirius; his excuse about not being able to sleep did not work on them as well as he wanted to. James can tell that there is something else that he's not telling them and his first guess is, "Were you with someone, perhaps?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

As Sirius shakes his head, (Y/N) makes her way to the front of the couch. "Yes," she says impulsively. "He was with me."

The room goes silent after she speaks up and she almost begins to regret it. Sirius' eyes are huge, almost like they'll pop out of his face at any moment, Peter's jaw almost reaches the rug beneath their feet, Remus leans back on his chair and watches the scene in amusement, and James is silent. At first, he thinks that she is joking but, as soon as his eyes fall on the marks on her neck, he goes pale. "What the fuck?"

Sirius stands up in a hurry before James can blow up on him. "James-"

"Why were you with my sister, Sirius?" James growls.

Sirius gives him an apologetic look before sighing in defeat. "We've been... kind of dating for a while-"

"Nope," James shakes his head furiously. "Absolutely not. I'm not having this."

"I know you don't want to hear it but..." Sirius walks over to (Y/N) and grabs her hand. A jolt of electricity runs through her but she's not sure if It's because they're finally going public or if It's the adrenaline of doing something like this in front of her brother. "I love your sister. A lot."

James stands up as well while clenching his jaw. "Get your hand off of her-"

"James," Lily calls to him firmly.

He turns around to look at her and she narrows her eyes at him. He huffs. "Lily, I can't allow this. It isn't right."

"Why isn't it right? Because you say so?" she tilts her head questioningly.

James opens his mouth to speak but closes it once he sees (Y/N) scooting closer to his best friend. She is glaring at him but tears are starting to form in her eyes. "I'm not doing anything wrong." She says quietly.

"Come on, James, they're not hurting anyone," Remus adds. "Besides, you're with Lily. Why can't (Y/N) do the same?"

James lets out a long breath before scratching the top of his head in frustration. He knows that there's nothing he can do about this. "And this has been going on for how long now?"

"A year!" Lily blurts out excitedly. Sirius and (Y/N) look at each other and he raises an eyebrow at her. She smiles innocently.

"Bloody hell," Remus chuckles. "And we never noticed."

James sits back down. "Tell me about it. I feel like an idiot right now."

(Y/N) approaches her brother. "I'm really sorry for not telling you sooner. I knew you wouldn't be too excited about it."

James sighs for the longest time. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "It's okay, I guess. Just... as long as you guys keep the PDA to a minimum in front of me then... I guess It's fine."

He mutters the last part very quietly but (Y/N) still hears him. "Really?" she beams.

James rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Lily squeals in the background as (Y/N) hugs her brother tight, thanking him more than once because she still cannot believe that he (and everyone else) knows about the relationship now. It feels like a large weight has finally been lifted off of her shoulders.

(Y/N) then turns to Sirius, who still seems to be processing everything that just happened, and she hugs him as well. When she looks up at him with the biggest smile he has ever seen on her, Sirius cannot help but grab her face and kiss her like he always does when they're alone. Only this time it feels different, because he knows that they do not have to hide anything anymore and he can kiss her and hug her and hold her hand whenever he feels like it.

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY?"

They pull away immediately. "Sorry, mate," Sirius clears his throat, both of them trying to keep a stern face. "Anyway, Butterbeer?"

All of them agree at the same time. They make their way to the exit; Remus and Peter walk out first –"Guess It's just you and me buddy." Remus says while patting Peter's back-, then James and Lily, and then (Y/N) and Sirius. He wastes no time in interlocking his fingers with hers and they smile to themselves, almost like they're too shy to look at each other.

It feels like a new beginning for both of them.

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pxgeturner · 7 months

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keep you safe. keep you mine.

ghostface!miguel o'hara x reader. prologue.

you're a junior in college and you have a totally awesome boyfriend in the master's program. a girl from your school is murdered and your boyfriend is there to make sure you feel safe (college/uni!au as if its not obvious)

an. I've had this idea in my head for like a month. executive dysfunction is a little bitch so i've onlyy been able to sit down n write this today. I wrote part of it a work but most of it within the last hour. (it’s currently a bit past midnight on the first of october) which if u have been here for a while, know that’s v surprising for me. i really wanted this to be posted on the first of the month but what can u do. i’m just gonna queue it atp. this isn't very action packed bcz it's just a prologue. but im soooo excited. also, r is latina coded but can be read from any ethnic standpoint. also this has not been proofread.

warnings: r has a panic attack, mentions of death (slightly graphic description of a dead body)

wc. 1.2k

you can’t change the channel. you don’t know why. but you can’t. a girl from your university was killed just about an hour ago. you were going to turn on the run of practical magic that started about half an hour ago. you just keep watching the news-lady rehash the same information over and over again. the killer all but turned the poor girl inside out. she’s in your finance class. you worked on a group assignment with her. she’s one of those girls who tries to maintain the hierarchy of high school in college. which is total bullshit, you’re third years for crying out loud! she’s passive aggressive, sure, but she should’ve had so much more time to grow. so you’re sitting there. bundled in blankets, not able to press the button on the remote.

PING!

something hits the sliding glass door to the back porch. you don’t want to become chopped liver. so you stay in your seat. a few minutes pass, you think, and no more noise, so you turn back to the tv.

thud thud. you ignore it, keeping my eyes on the screen.

then my cell starts to ring. you jump in your seat, and search for it, lost in the blankets. It’s miguel. you pick up the call.

“hey mickey, you scared me.”

“sorry, baby. mind opening the door? It’s a little fresh out here?”

“the slide door?”

“yeah,”

you untangle myself from the blankets and approach the glass. you turn on the outside light, and it’s him. you unlock the door and let him in. he kisses your cheek as he comes in. “hey, angel,”

“hey yourself,”

“where are your parents?” you shut the door

“concert, pop surprised mama with tickets to a merengue singer. gloria something.”

he nods and comes in to hug you. “how’s your night been angel? The news is on? why’s it still playing?” he strokes your hair “you know if you keep watching this fear mongering shit it’s gonna just make you anxious, baby.”

“yeah…” you melt into him, feeling safe with your big strong boyfriend here. “can you stay the night?”

“’course baby. anything for my sweet girl.” he leads you back to the couch, “what do you want to watch?”

“practical magic, but it’s already running.”

“don’t you have the dvd?”

“OMG YES” you jump out of your seat and dash over to the tv stand, opening the dvd stash drawer. “HERE IT IS” you wave it around in triumph before inserting it into the player.

once you’re back on the couch your boyfriend goes “if you have it on dvd why would you watch it on cable?”

you pout at him “it felt special. like they were playing it just for me. it was the perfect time.”

he shakes his head and chuckles, “you’re just too cute, baby.”

…

“she talked shit about you, y’know.” gwen says after she tossed a penny into the fountain.

“what?” the two of you start walking to the dining hall

“that girl, ava whatever? she was in my drawing class after your finance class with her. she like, thought you were obsessed with her.”

you stop in your tracks. “wait. what the fuck?”

she steps back and turns to face you. “yeah. i didn’t tell you because i figured if she never said anything to your face it wouldn’t be a big issue.”

“ok…” this is confusing “a: what did she say and b: why are you telling me this?”

“she said you’d stare at her. and that you look like you look like a… what did she say?… ‘a brainless mutt’ and other shit. she only said shit like that a couple times. and i ripped her a new one both times.” she gestures for you to keep walking. you realize today they probably have pizza and she wants to get there before they run out. “i’m telling you this so you don’t feel too bad. she wasn’t some innocent soul, she was a bitch. you’re so nice. but i don’t want you wasting your emotions on her.”

you think about all this information as you two walk. you never really liked ava. she totally thought of herself as a queen bee, and that’s so icky. the class you had together is tiered with semi-circular layout. you sat at one end, and she did at the other. when you space out, you guess it might seem like staring, but, like. what the hell?

and then you see miguel. he’s in a booth with peter, mj, and miles. you and gwen go up to the table.

“hey, angel”

“hi mickey,”

“they have soup, got some for you. cranberry juice too.” your favorite food and your favorite juice? he’s heaven.

you smile so big it almost hurts.

“did you get me food?” gwen asks miles

“i- uh, didn’t know what you wanted,” gwen glares at him– it’s a joke but when you’re on the other end it doesn’t feel like it. “-but there’s plenty of pizza left! i haven’t gotten food yet. i wanted to wait for you.” gwen smiles and offers him her hand. the two of them leave and you slide into the booth, next to miguel.

“how was break?” peter asks.

“it was good! love being with my family as usual.”

“and miguel, i’m sure,” mj winks playfully.

“i was at my parents house!”

“and miguel went over every time you offered.” peter says before taking a sip of his coffee.

“he’s so in love with you. it’s an obsession.” mj jokes.

miguel drapes his arm round your shoulder exaggeratedly. “gotta keep my girl safe, there’s some freaks who’d want to hurt her.” you elbow him lightly to tell him to stop joking like that.

somewhere along the line after gwen and miles get back, the subject changes to them trying to convince you and gwen to go to graduate school.

“you’re so smart! You could study classical literature! or ethical studies! or ethnic studies! genders studies.”

“oh my god parker please stop throwing studies in my face. i’m so happy y’all are having a good time in the master’s program. and i’m so glad that miles is planning to go do that kind of path too,” you lean back, head supported by miguel’s arm. “i just have no desire to be a career academic. by the time i graduate i’ll have spent seventeen years of my life on education. After i get that diploma i just want to write.”

“and that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, doll.”

a few days later, and the weekend has arrived. you’re in miguel’s room, a tim burton film playing as you two cuddle.

the movie gets drowned out by the sound of an alarm, coming from your phones. it’s an emergency alert from the police. someone else has been found dead. someone from your school. your breath turns shallow and a lump forms in your throat. you’re crying. you can’t breathe. everything is blurry. your chest feels heavy. miguel holds you, whispering in your ear reassurances. he’d never let anyone touch you. you’re safe. nothing bad is ever going to happen to you. he’s here to protect you.

thank god you have miguel to protect you from everything evil outside.

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A Midnight Nightmare - The Doctor x Rose

Cg!Doctor x Little! Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose has a nightmare on the TARDIS and wakes up regressed when the Doctor comes to the rescue.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Could be read as any Doctor! Click here if you'd prefer to read on AO3.

The Doctor had made sure to safely set the TARDIS into a drift through the vortex just as he always did when he and Rose were resting up before a new adventure. Well, really it was just when Rose needed to rest for a bit while he’d go off tinkering with his gizmos and gadgets, or even sometimes just doing research for whatever planets or solar systems they’d been planning to visit within the near future.

They had just gotten back from an adventure in which the Doctor had discovered a stranded alien that had been causing the locals a bit of trouble in an attempt to make it back home. Thankfully however, it hadn’t done too much damage yet when they found it, and Rose had taken a particular liking to it, so the Doctor managed to earn its trust before helping it and eventually managing to get it a one way trip back to its proper home. When they made it back to the TARDIS, Rose had begun to feel a bit tired after the day’s events, so she trudged back to her bedroom, promising the Doctor through a yawn that she just needed a good shower and a few hours sleep before she’d be ready to go off soaring through galaxies and fighting crime again. The Doctor happily sent her on her way with a smile, promising he’d be in his lab working on one of his projects while she slept, content with her request.

It had only been about two hours since he and Rose had parted ways in the control room when the Doctor began to feel the TARDIS frantically buzzing and thrumming in his head, instantly knowing something was wrong. Only seconds later, is when he started hearing the shouting.

“Doctor!” he heard Rose yell out through the TARDIS. He dropped the piece of scrap metal he held in his hand, opting for his trusty sonic screwdriver instead before running out of the lab and straight to Rose’s bedroom. He could hear her repeated shouts of his name being choked out between what he could only assume were her sobs.

Thankfully for him, the TARDIS drew Rose’s bedroom right next to the lab, only two doors down across the hall. “I’m coming Rose, hold on!” he shouted frantically in return. He flung himself against her bedroom door, turning the knob open with one hand and tightly gripping his sonic like a lifeline in the other. Rose was sitting up in her bed, still wrapped up in the sheets and blankets, face red and puffy as the tears continued to run down her cheeks. The Doctor quickly scanned her over before allowing his eyes to wander through the rest of the room searching for any signs of danger.

“Oh, Rose, what’s happened?” he asked tenderly, lowering his sonic down to his side and striding over to her bed.

“I had a nightmare, you were gone, and Mum was gone, and I couldn’t feel the TARDIS, and I didn’t know what to do, or where to go, and it was so real,” she eventually got out, pausing every few words as the sobs continued to wrack her body.

“Oh, Rose, it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he cooed, lowering himself onto the bed, drawing her into his arms. “It was only a dream, sweetheart, we’re all still here,” he continued, rubbing circles onto her back.

“But daddy, it was so real,” she cried out, looking up at him with what the Doctor could have only described as puppy dog eyes, still red and watery and overflowing. Oh, so that’s what this is, the Doctor thought as the word fell from her lips, which he now noticed were also trembling. Rose was fierce, strong, and independent. A force to be reckoned with. And it was one of the things that he loved most about her, in fact, it had saved his own life more than a number of times, but sometimes, he learned after a few months of travelling with her, she wasn’t. Sometimes, Rose sort of drew into herself, letting a different Rose emerge instead. One that still loved to show a brave face, but wanted to watch cartoons, or colour, or play with a rubber ducky in a bubble bath. The first time it happened while she had been on board the TARDIS, she had been rather embarrassed by it, but the Doctor had been more than happy to jump into the role of caregiver.

“It only felt real, Rosie, I promise,” he whispered, smoothing her wild hair down, offering the gentle affection which Rose always loved, regardless of her mental age and the nickname he had assigned to her regressed persona. “Come on my star, you’ve hardly rested, why don’t we get you back to sleep, hmm?” he offered, not making any effort to release her from the embrace just yet.

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy, the nightmares are scary. I don't want to see them again,” she pleaded, strengthening her grip around his torso. “I won’t, you have my word, but you’re still sleepy darling,” he said, prying her arms away from him. “I’ll stay with you while you sleep, yeah?” Rose yawned and rubbed her eyes, conceding to the Doctor’s orders.

“Do you want your dummy, it’ll help you sleep?” he asked, as he stood up, walking across the room to retrieve it off her dresser where he had last placed it. Evidently, she had never bothered to put it away. She hummed a confirmation, sniffling and wiping the stray tears as they continued to fall down her face. She had cried a wet stain onto the Doctor’s jacket, but he didn’t seem to care.

He returned back to the bed, dummy in hand before toeing off his shoes, and crawling under the blankets next to her. He pulled her into him and popped the dummy into her mouth before settling her head down against his chest and drawing the blankets up and tighter around both of them. Rose, the Doctor had learned, often tended to grow smaller as she grew sleepier. She sucked on the dummy, wrapping herself tightly around the Doctor, clinging onto him with all her limbs. He held her, watching her as her sniffles drew quieter and further apart and her breathing began to even out. Rose had been exhausted, and nobody would have been happy with a grumpy big or little Rose stomping about the TARDIS. In fact, happy that her occupant was finding solace, the TARDIS herself began to hum quietly, just enough for Rose and the Doctor to feel her presence, as the Doctor also began to hum, singing Rose to sleep to the tune of an old Gallifreyan lullaby long forgotten to time, with no one else to remember it but him, and now, his Rose.

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yeonjuns-beanie · 2 years

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Heyy

Could you do like a soobin smut

Where you guys do it in the car and he has a nipple kink

Like not soft vanilla smuts

But hard and rough

a/n: hey! i'm so sorry i took a bit of time with this, i was having horrible writers block! hope ya like it :))

Warnings: doing shit in a car, pervy soob, boob obsessed soob, unprotected sex, desperate kind of energy, yall been thinking about this for too long and its pent up now lol, think that’s it

Soobin x female reader

Sitting on the hood of his car, a brisk chill ran through the air as you looked into the night sky. This was something often for the two of you. Midnight soon approaching and your phone would buzz. You were never one to sleep early and he knew that. He also knew you’d never pass up time with him and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

You failed to think about the summer night chill that would blanket the air once it passed midnight. With how quickly Soobin always pulled up after confirming with your routine star gaze, you really didn’t have time to think about an outfit either. Goosebumps riddled your arms, making you regret wearing just a tank top and sweats. You tried to ignore it as best you could. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking to go back into the car. But your skin was chickening up at the slightest changes in the air. Something that Soobin noticed but for different reasons.

While you were gazing into the endless patterns of stars, trying to occupy your brain with other thoughts than being cold, Soobin was fixated on you. More specifically your chest. The way it rose and fell with each breath you took, the goosebumps blooming right underneath your collarbone. But what stuck out the most to him was the way your nipples were pressing up against the fabric of your tank top, making the outline of your boobs more than prominent.

He couldn’t help himself. His mind started to wander and think about how they would feel in his large hands. Massaging your skin to his liking. He wondered what your moans would sound like as he played with your nipples, rolling and licking them. He wondered how you’d taste, what your scent was like when you were aroused. He could feel himself getting hard, small pulses of fever running straight for his dick.

He thanked whatever possessed him to wear black sweats tonight because at least he could hide his imprint a little bit better. Unconsciously, he started to move closer to you. Wanting to be as close as possible to your body without you really noticing. There was another gust of wind and he smelled the array of scents that adorned your body. From whatever was in your hair, the diluted smell of the perfume you wore, and the scent that was you.

He felt his eyes dilate a bit more as his eyes traveled down your body again and landed on your tits. It looked as if your nipples were going to break through the cotton of your shirt and Soobin felt himself salivating. Wanting nothing more than to put your skin to his mouth. You rubbed your arm trying to warm yourself up a bit still insistent on “not ruining the moment.”. It was nice out and you just happened to be a little-

“Are you cold?” Soobin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and you looked at him. He looked different. You felt your eyes widen suddenly very aware of your attraction to him. Normally you were very good at hiding your feelings, but something about his gaze was making you think every venereal thought possible. Licking your lips you answered him quickly.

“A little bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Besides we just got here I wouldn’t wanna leave yet.”

Soobin nodded not really sure of what he should do next because he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. As much as he wanted you, the last thing he wanted was to push you away. He wanted this to be done as perfectly as possible. Sliding off the hood of the car he turned to look at you.

“I think I might have a blanket in the trunk, lemme check.”

Watching him walk away, you admired his body. He was so big. His strides were long and his energy was even bigger. He had a dorky way of carrying himself but beneath that, you knew he was insatiable. It was just a hunch but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hearing the trunk close, it ripped you from your thoughts before they became more lewd. Looking up, it seemed like he was sulking a bit, and before you got the chance to question he gave you your answer.

“I totally forgot I took my blanket out to wash it and I forgot to put it back in here, I’m sorry Y/N.”

“It’s alright Soobin! No big deal.”

Soobin wasn’t all that disappointed though because he had a new idea brewing already.

“But…I do have another idea for us.”

You looked up at him with doting eyes and it sent an electrifying shock through his body.

God, she is so cute. I want to ruin her-

“What’s your idea?”

He almost forgot what he was planning with the way his mind was wandering, but he finally got it out passed just being a thought.

“We could always just cuddle in the car for a little bit. You know, body heat is the best way to warm up quickly.”

You chuckled, suddenly overcome with nerves. Immediately your mind trailed toward every sexual fantasy you concocted with him in it. Your silence was making him nervous and he was getting ready to speak again, trying to cover up his tracks.

“O-only if you feel comfortable. I wouldn’t wanna make you-

“-That actually sounds like a good idea Binnie.”

Binnie.

There you go again. The cute little nicknames you threw around here and there it drove him nuts. And quite honestly sent twitches down to his dick. He knew he was whipped for you he just wasn’t sure how to express it yet. Soobin was trying to think of every disgusting thing imaginable because the last thing he wanted was for you to accidentally feel his arousal.

Walking to the car door he walked passed the driver’s side and stopped at the backseat.

“We’ll have more room back here.”

Nodding in agreement, you moved to the back as well. You couldn’t help but laugh as Soobin squeezed himself into the backseat. His long legs did not allow him to look comfortable at all.

“Here, lemme help you.”

You laughed again still tickled by how he thought he was going to fit in the back with ease. Leaning over the center console, you reached over to the driver’s side and pulled the brake up from under the seat to move it forward. Allowing Soobin the space he needed. What you failed to think about was how your ass was going to be on full display for him.

He couldn’t help but stare. He wanted to squeeze it, slap it, anything. He just wanted you so bad. Moving back, you looked at him.

“See. All better.”

Another chill ran through your body trying to acclimate to the new temperate of the car now.

“Come here, Tiny. I’m tired of seeing you shiver.”

Soobin patted his thigh, signaling you to sit up on his lap.

“Come on, don’t be shy now. You’ve got all this to sit on.”

He lightly smiled at you and you swallowed your nerves as best you could. Moving to straddle his lap you relaxed into his body. He brought his arms up to yours, rubbing back and forth to stimulate some warmth for you. Surprisingly it was working pretty quickly. You looked at him, the moon allowing you just enough light to gaze over his features. He smiled at you.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight Y/N. I missed this.”

“Always Soobs. You know I love hanging out here with you. And now that it’s summer we can finally go back to normal.”

You smiled. Your purity everlasting. But you couldn’t help but wonder what was normal for you guys. The longer you hung around each other, the harder it became to push down your feelings. Soobin especially. It was slowly eating away at him. You pulled him from his thoughts as you began playing with his hair.

“It looks good like this, I like it.”

He closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than for this moment to be on loop for the rest of time. You moved to situate yourself again, your legs starting to grow a bit tired from their position. Soobin held his breath. The way you were moving against him was just enough to slightly stimulate his cock and he wasn't sure how long he could hold off.

“Y/N, stop moving around like that.”

“Sorry, am I hurting you?”

“Nono nothing like that it’s just-

“-Oh.”

You lowered your hips back to a resting position and you felt his semi-hard dick push against you. You could see the horror in his eyes as he looked up. Something about the pressure between your legs and how wide his eyes were blown, sent small pulses of pleasure to your core.

“I am so, so sorry.. I-I don’t know what.”

You cut him off, placing your finger against his lips.

“What are you sorry for? I think it’s hot you think of me like that.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

“For the record Soobin, I think about you like this a little more often than I should.”

You rolled your hips against his in an effort to emphasize your point.

“Thank god it’s not just me.”

You laughed, not expecting that to be his answer. He brought his large hand up to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Can I kiss you Y/N?”

“Please do.”

In perfect harmony, your lips layered against one another. With each movement of your lips, the desperation between the two of you grew stronger. Your breathing picked up, feeling the rise and fall of Soobin’s chest quicken. Your hands laced themselves in his inky locks, gripping at the root as your rolled your hips into his.

Soobin moaned into your mouth as his hands traveled down your body and stopped at your hips. Slowing raking their way down to your ass to rub and squeeze at your skin. His hands came back up to your hips and began moving you at the pace he desired against his clothed dick. Your panties sticking to your lips with pent up arousal. You couldn’t get enough of him. You needed him in every way imaginable and you needed him now.

Pulling away from his mouth, you moved to look at him. Your plans to admire him were foiled as he took the hem of your tank top and threw it towards the front seat. His mouth landed on your nipple, sucking and placing light bites here and there. His other hand massaged your other boob, causing you to throw your head back in euphoria. It felt as if you were almost on the brink of orgasm.

The pings of rapture already ringing consistently in your pants.

“Soobin, please.”

He kept silent, not responding to you but rather switching positions between breasts. It's almost as if he was sucking harder this time, but what was surely evident was how much harder he had gotten. He was groaning to himself, lost in the pleasure he was getting from simply sucking at your sensitive skin.

“Y/N, fucking love these tits.”

You rolled your hips against him again, desperate for any type of friction.

“You have them out all the time and sometimes I just can't contain myself. Can't believe you came out here tonight with no bra on either, fuck.”

You grabbed at his hair, attempting to pull him away from your tits but he tried to bring it with him. Pulling at the delicate skin as he moved away from it. Looking at him in the eyes, you finally had the chance to verbalize your thoughts beyond just bated breath and moans.

“How bad do you want me?”

Soobin rolled his hips up into yours and hissed.

“So fuckin bad Y/N. So bad.”

You smirked, toying with the waistband of his pants.

“Then take me.”

With permission given and all inhibitions out the window, perverted instinct took over. Soobin lifted his hips so that you could pull his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. At the sight of it, your stomach dropped and your eyes widened with gluttonous zeal.

“Your so big baby, how’s that all gonna fit?”

You feigned innocence. Wanting to stir him on as much as possible.

“We’re gonna make it fit, don't you worry. And..”

He trailed off as his hands trailed into your pants. Rubbing against your slick folds, rolling his thumb against your clit, he continued.

“Seems like you’ll fit me just fine, princess.”

Your breathing picked up once more, rolling your pussy against his long, slender fingers.

“Soobin, please. I need you right now.”

It was his turn to play with you.

“Right now?”

“Yes, fuck. Please don’t make me beg. I need you inside of me. Want you to make me yours.”

All restraint gone, Soobin picked up your body so he could lay you in the back seat and remove you from your pants. He moved agonizingly slow, enjoying the way you squirmed in anticipation. Finally rid of all the fabric on your body, he started to move you back into his lap before you stopped him.

“Wait. Lemme take your shirt off. I wanna see you.”

He did the work for you, removing his t-shirt, and throwing it somewhere in the car. Setting you in his lap, your hand went for his cock rubbing the head against your entrance. He hissed and thrusted upwards and you clenched around nothing.

“Y/N, baby. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”

Silently you agreed, and slowly you sank down on his cock. The girth of it filling you up

better than you could’ve imagined. You both moaned out as you bottomed out on him, squeezing his length uncontrollably as you stayed at the base. Slowly you began moving and again Soobin’s mouth found solace on your tender nipples. Sucking as you rolled on his cock. Receiving stimulation from every point possible, you moaned out, clenching around him causing Soobin to bite at your nipple.

“Fuck, Binnie.”

Something snapped. You didn’t know what it was but something snapped within him and left nothing but prurient desire to run rampant through his veins. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up just enough so that he could drill himself into your seraphic little cunt.

“Shit Soobin, just like that. Just like that.”

You started rolling yourself against him, needing the extra friction on your clit. His skin against yours, your body was on fire. Arousal leaking out of you and the anticipation of your orgasm teetering on the edge. Soobin began getting louder and the frequency of his moans was gaining by the second.

“Y/N, fuck, you feel so good. So good, fuck.”

His thrusts became more erratic signaling to you that you both were approaching your peak. His mouth began its assault on your tits again and that’s what threw you over your edge. Your orgasm hitting you like tsunami waves on buildings. All decorum being flushed out of you as your walls convulsed around his throbbing cock.

“Cum with me Binnie, please.”

Soobin pulled away from your tender skin only to moan out his ecstasy as he spilled into you. His warmth flooding your walls and the feeling of it spurring on a reactionary orgasm, spasming out against his cock again.

“Damn, baby. That good?”

“Shut up, you moaned more than I did.”

As much as you wanted to laugh, your body was still convulsing through the after-effects of your orgasm and you couldn’t even try to stop it. The blissful feeling was all too much to try and suffocate. Your head fell into his neck trying to catch your breath. Instead, all you caught was the faint lace of his cologne that did nothing but add to your sex-druken stupor. Feeling yourself finally calm down, you felt your emotions slip into something softer.

“You smell so good, Binnie.”

Your voice light and imbued with subtle obsession.

“Just wanna stay here like this with you.”

He chuckled.

“Keep talking like that and we’ll be here forever.”

You pulled away from him to gaze over his features once again and you found yourself lacing your lips with his. A softness like that of rabbit fur overtook the atmosphere in the car. Two bodies warming each other in the most intimate of ways and adoration permeating between the two.

“I think I’d like that.”

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jaybleu25 · 4 months

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23rd of December

alright

its me

jay here

so last year in 2022, i had a bit of a medical scare. it started off as a normal day; a few days before that i just got onto winter break (it was my senior year of high school at the time, just finished midterms). i was chilling in my room, minding my business, when all of a sudden i started feeling pain near my stomach. and i was like "oh, it's probably just that time of the month or something"

but then an hour passed. and another hour. and with every hour the pain just. got worse. like it just went from tolerable to feeling like i was being stabbed. it got to the point where i couldn't handle it any more, and i just laid on the floor for a while. then it got too much, and i called my parents to tell them.

after about 30 minutes, we all collectively decided it would be best to go to the hospital since the pain was really bad. i was crying at this point. mainly from the pain, but also because i was terrified since this was the first time i myself have ever had to be admitted to the hospital. so we get there, i get a quick check up at the front desk, and i'm taken to the er.

which, can i just say, was nothing like how i was imagining it. with how media portrays it and stuff, i thought it was the room where you actually got surgeries and stuff done or whatever. but no, that's a separate room. the emergency room is just a normal doctor's room but way nicer (and also has a stretcher for the patient to lay in).

it was pretty late at night at this point; no clue when it was, but i think we got there around 10 or 11 pm at night. i was there for a good few hours. they hooked me up to an iv, which i would argue was actually the most painful part of my time there (i also have a big fear of sharp things so that added onto the pain of them putting something in my arm wasn't great). but after a while it actually helped with the pain a lot. i could barely feel it after a while.

so after a good few hours, doctors or nurses (i can't recall) come in and take me to get an ultrasound done. during my stay there, i'd been kinda taking naps to help calm myself down, and also because i just didn't have my phone with me so i couldn't play games or anything to pass the time. by the time it got to midnight, my brother left the hospital since he was bored (gonna talk about that point later). but basically, there i was in a different room getting an ultrasound done, which was another thing that surprised me since i only thought ultrasounds were for people who were pregnant. the more you know i guess

after that was done, i got brought back to the room i was staying in and took another nap. woke up a little while later to hear the news,

"looks like appendicitis".

so then the doctors/nurses tell me and my family that i'll likely have to get surgery. main reason? well, as a bit of a tl;dr, if you have appendicitis and you leave it untreated, it could cause the appendix to basically explode itself, spreading harmful things into the body and eventually likely killing the person who has it.

this is when i began to worry that i might die.

but the doctors/nurses then told me that before the surgery, i could get a CAT(?) scan done to make proper sure that i actually had appendicitis. of course, me being terrified of having to get surgery done, chose the scan. so i got taken to get scanned, get brought back to my room, doctors/nurses come back in a little while later and basically confirm,

"yep, it's appendicitis".

so now there i was in the process of getting ready for surgery. my first ever surgery. i then got rolled down in my stretcher to the recovery room where i was told to "get ready", which basically consisted of me changing into a hospital gown, washing my mouth out with some weird mouth rinse (tasted gross fyi, would not recommend), and washing myself down with wipes. then after that, i went back on my stretcher. and before they took me to go to the proper surgery room, one of the nurses came up to me, and she said something that i will never forget: "Would you like to say goodbye to your parents?" um. no??????? i don't??????? like she could've worded it so much better. i know she meant "do you want to say goodbye before you go in for surgery" as in i'll probably see them again, but the way it was worded made it sound like that was the last time i'd ever see them.

that was when i fully believed that was it.

that was when i fully believed i was going to die.

it didn't help that there were a lot of stereotypes surrounding surgery in media, with it being terrifying and such and how some people wake up mid surgery and are forced to watch it happen. thinking of that, i was terrified. especially with the thought that i was probably going to die.

so i said goodbye to my parents, and i told them i loved them, and the nurses started rolling me towards the surgery room. we went down a really long hallway, and only half of the lights were working. looked like something out of a horror movie. and the entire way down the hallway, i was thinking a lot.

"i never got to say goodbye to my friends" "i never got to say goodbye to my brother" "i never got to tell them i loved them" "i'm never going to be able to go to university" "i'm never going to become a teacher" "i'm never going to meet my online best friend" "i'm never going to see my family again" "i'm going to die" "this is it" "if this is what God wanted for me, then so be it; he knows what he's doing" i was sort of trying to come to terms with the fact that i was going to die. but nobody's ever truly ready for that. but while i was still scared, i knew i'd be at peace soon.

i think the nurses could tell i was scared, because once we started getting closer to the surgery room, they started saying casual conversation.

"it's pretty snowy outside," one said.

"yeah, it was snowing on the way here" i responded.

"looks like we'll be getting snow this Christmas," the other said.

"yeah," i responded.

then we got to the outside of the room. the doors were closed, and one of the nurses pressed a big button on the wall that opened them. they rolled me into the room, and they carried me off the stretcher and onto the surgery table. they then explained to me that i'd be under anesthesia, so i wouldn't be awake for the surgery. i was nervous of what would go down, but i went along with everything.

they put the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

i took a deep breath.

i blinked.

i was in the recovery room.

it was morning, Christmas Eve. the 24th of december. it was bright outside with all the snow.

i was laying in my stretcher, kind of confused on what was going on. that was it? was that my surgery? is it over with?

it was around 8 in the morning. i laid there for a good 10-20 minutes in silence, just thinking, trying to figure out what was going on.

i was alive.

after a little while, one of the nurses who were nearby noticed i was awake, and she came over to help take care of me. she brought me back my normal clothes, and i got changed, and she helped me get into a wheelchair. i could barely stand. it hurt to stand. it hurt to move.

i was half awake at the time, but i thanked her for her help, and she rolled me down to the lobby where my parents were waiting. i got helped into our car out of my wheelchair, said goodbye to the nurse, and we were on our way back home.

getting home, i got helped to the couch, where i proceeded to lay there for an entire week. i could barely move. all i could eat was yogurt for a while since i could only eat soft things. i stayed on that couch for a while, only getting up when i needed to use the bathroom (which i rarely did since it hurt to sit up and walk around). my cats often kept me company, laying on top of me on the blanket and keeping me warm.

luckily for me, since i was on winter break, i had the entire week to recover. granted, i wasn't fully recovered by the time the week was over, but by that point i could at least walk a little.

the next week, i had to go back to school. but i could barely walk still. because of that, the day i came back, me and my mom (she helped walk me there) went to the front office, and i was able to use the wheelchair they had there. so for that entire week while i was at school, i was in a wheelchair. there was nothing wrong with my legs, it was just whenever i put pressure on my stomach (whenever i sat up from laying down, standing, etc) it hurt a lot.

i still remember when i got to my first class that day. the school resource officer helped roll me there, and the moment i got into the classroom, everyone was surprised. they all looked at me.

"WHAT?!" they all exclaimed.

i couldn't help but laugh. i found it hilarious.

as of this being posted, it's officially been a year since i had to go to the hospital. my scars have (mostly) healed. it doesn't hurt anymore. i can walk around perfectly fine. i've fully recovered. well, aside from me now having to deal with the fact that i get sick more easily now that my appendix is gone. that's the only downside.

the appendix is actually more useful than you think.

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heartsaplenty · 2 months

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Hello again.

Been a while.

We have to speak.

Meet me in the park at midnight.

You know the one.

Hearts reread the note.. Over and over. It was almost a nervous tic at this point, as his hands crumped the paper more and more with how they shook.

A note that was slipped through his door would be one thing, but this one had just appeared in his room.. On his bed. He hadn't felt or heard anyone slip into his apartment, and he definitely didn't let anyone in there that wasn't him or one of his friends and partners. Needless to say, he was just a little frightened.

He stood at the park now. The one spot he had found hidden away from the rest of the world.. The same place he had brought Akechi to after they had first reunited again. It was quiet and dark, as it always was. The trees here blocked any of the lamps and light of the moon from shining through. It was a good thing he could see very well in the dark. The trees that usually made him panic were a friend tonight, keeping out a lot of the rain.

A crow cawed from one of the trees. Akechi himself sat perched in another one, standing still and silent, watching from above. If anything were to happen, he had backup. Not necessarily for his own protection, but for the protection of whoever wanted to meet, plus probably the entire park. If he lost control and became that giant monster again, he would need someone there to calm him down before it got really bad.

The two of them waited so patiently. After a bit, Ren even sat himself down with a yawn and a stretch. After a bit longer, on the verge of falling asleep due to the comfiness of this place, footsteps in the grass approached. Most likely, they were to let him know whoever this was was arriving. There was no way it wasn't, given how his house had been broken into without leaving a trace.

Ren didn't bother standing up, but he did at least sit back up, hands resting on his knees. Paying attention in a very nonthreatening way.

The man who approached slowly became more visible. He walked like he was so tired, and his movements, however small, seemed so unplanned. Nothing he did went to his eyes. Not the soft smile on his lips, or the little wave he offered.

Something about him was so familiar, though no matter how hard Ren tried to place it, whatever it was just slipped out of his grasp. He had blue hair, just a tinge lighter than Yusuke's. It covered an eye, the opposite of his partner's.

He didn't look good at all. Was this really the guy who could pull off such a feat like sneaking around? There didn't seem to be a way..

He sat down next to Ren. Those eyes frightened him. Even when their gazes met, his was somewhere else.. Those grey-blue irises were as deep as an ocean itself. The two stared at each other, and that's when he noticed something else.

It was this guy. He was the cause of the constant rain, its consistent sadness and cries. He could feel it radiating off of him, but nothing else. Without a word yet, the mysterious man waved to where Kabu was standing. He had to wonder just how perceptive he could even be, looking as spacey as he did.

"Uh... Hello." Ren greeted, breaking the long silence. Those sad eyes broke their contact. Still, he didn't talk- so he kept going in his stead. "Are you the one who came into my apartmemt? Left this note?"

He was trying to stay calm. Levelheaded despite how angry he was. The blue haired man smiled again, and finally spoke. "Yes. I needed to speak with you. It's very important."

He spoke so quietly, even he had to strain to hear. It didn't help that the rain was so loud. Listening to him.. It made Ren sad. He wasn't sure why.

"You couldn't have just.. Knocked on my door? Spoke to me without needing to do.. Whatever this is?" Don't get mad. He couldn't let himself get mad.

"No.. I'm not usually alone. He won't let me approach you like that." As he continued speaking, he somehow sounded sadder and sadder. The rain was almost a downpour until he took a breath. This.. Or rather, he was definitely the cause of it. "Was it.. Too far? Hard to remember normal conventions."

"Would say it was definitely too far." Where was this even going..?

"Then, we're sorry. I don't have a lot of time, he'll be here soon. Listen... Please.. Will you listen to what we have to say?"

He was reaching out for Ren, and for some reason.. He didn't want to pull away. If anything, he wanted to run into those arms, pull this enigma of a man into his own. It was such a strong feeling that it scared him to his core. His heart thrummed, and inside he could feel his other self reaching out. It hurt. Brought chest pain with it.

There was no way he could say no. Even just imagining it on his lips made him want to start bawling. What was this.. Who was he?

"Yes.." Ren said, and while he did manage to chase off the intense want to embrace, he couldn't not reach out and take his hand. They were so cold, almost wet. Something flashed through him. A feeling of acceptance, something that called out to him that he was going to be alright. Tears came to his eyes.

"Thank you.. We... I need your help. You might not remember me, but I remember you. You were so strong.. We couldn't have done it without you. Need that strength again.. For what's coming. There's still so much time, but you need to know. Keep doing what you did. Fight for the shards.."

From behind the two of them came the sound of running. The strange man's eyes widened and filled with fear. Ren wanted to protect him. Satanael wanted to kill for him. What he had said made no sense at the moment. He couldn't process it against such intense emotions surging at him from himself, and his other self.

The man wrestled his hand away and stood up, just as another man ran almost inperceptably fast in front of him. In one hand he held a katana. His hair, though soaked, was a light grey. Shorter.. In an almost bowl cut. Ren stayed seated, trying not to make sudden movements.

"What do you want with him?" This new man asked. Ren could tell by how he stood that he knew what he was doing with that sword. One wrong move and it wouldn't matter that he had such power thrumming through him.

"Asked to meet me.." He answered, loud enough to be heard. "Just answering his call."

The man turned to the other. "You requested this? Why?"

"He needed to be warned." It was so quiet, yet so loud.

"You should have asked me to meet him in your stead."

"We needed to do it.." He sighed, a hand going to the other's shoulder. "Please.. No violence. Joker wouldn't hurt me."

Ren perked up at that. How did he know his codename?

"Let's go home. You're in no shape yet to be out here in this weather." The grey haired man said, reluctantly dropping the last topic.

"Hey.. Don't appreciate my home being broken into, and.. What did you do to me?" Ren finally spoke up, and the blue haired one turned to him and frowned. It hurt his heart to see.

"Didn't mean to scare you, Joker. Next time.. I'll be more forward."

"Next time? Why does there have to be a next time? You need to rest."

It sounded so familiar that it made Ren smile. "Don't know what you want me for. Not very useful."

Both of them looked at him. The silver haired one sheathed his blade before speaking again. "You're like us. Haven't you noticed what's been going on? It's gonna get worse. Better to work together. You got your persona with you now, right? Took ya' long enough."

Ren squinted up at him. He was so confused. The other held a hand out, and smirked.

"We've met before, but whatever. Name's Yu, and this here is Makoto. We might not meet again for a while. Remember the names, alright?"

"Sure.. Ren." He took the hand, still wary.

"Does it have to be a while? I'd like to see him again.."

Yu looked from Ren to Makoto. "Not sure if he could protect you like this. Looks pretty injured."

"We can.. Protect myself. Please.."

Yu huffed, and shrugged. "Sorry, boss. Just can't trust him well enough. If something happened to you, well.."

Makoto whined, but he fell behind Yu.

"Catch you later, Ren." Yu said with a salute, and then.. The two of them were just gone. Ren scrambled to his feet, holding on to his chest.

Whoever that Makoto guy was.. He had such a powerful sway over Satanael that his absence now physically hurt.

What the hell was that..?

#drabble #this is going to happen tomorrow morning #so wrote this now #OKAY I actually... Spellchecked myself

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hi!! i have an extremely specific question kind of based (not really) around "our love is god”. kinda like if things went a bit differently… I would like your input :)

hypothetically, reader has her birthday while broken up with satoru. and its an important one! reader and he had broken up somewhat amicably and its been almost four months. satoru and reader have not interacted more than twice (a petty argument and a whole 'I miss you' mess) in the two months directly after break up that tore reader up! anyways, reader needed TIME and SPACE. not a full breakup for all of eternity. reader and satoru were friends before so they both just wanted that feeling of home back. so reader has her birthday and she has been waiting for two months to finally be ready to go back to him. and she's decided that she was going to wait for him to reach out first to gauge where they’re at. if he reaches out, he still cares, maybe even still loves her and wants to be with her. Its been two months since he reached out with a dragged out version of “I love you and miss you and will always care for you but I am okay with whatever you decide to do (even if that is to never speak to me again) and I will leave everything moving forward between us in your hands”. But if he doesn’t, reader figures that maybe he doesn’t care or love her at all, maybe he’s moved on and has a new girl, a bunch of negatives basically. So her birthday comes and she hears nothing from him and decides to fully remove any and everything of him from her life and give her all into moving on fully.

Would OLIG Satoru leave her high and dry on her special day post break up to respect her space or would he go out of his way to tell her hbd? < Even if it’s the simplest “Happy Bday” text. How would he go about the situation and what do you personally think he should do?

So sorry if this is an uncomfortable, weird ask. Pls feel no obligation to respond. I loved the fic and will commenting on AO3 once I get my bearings together lol. Much love to you <333

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omg please don’t apologize!!!! OLIG is one of my fav fics and this is like the first legit question I’ve gotten for it so this made my day 😭😭😭

but this was such a good question!!!!! in all honesty, I don’t think he would text reader. he used to be the one who would send the first text at midnight with a prepared paragraph he’s been writing days in advance. but you wanted space, didn’t you? didn’t want to be bombarded and overwhelmed with his love, right?

so he doesn’t say anything for most of the day, even though reader is just anticipating it lowkey since the clock struck midnight. but there are three different routes I’m stuck between:

1. he doesn’t text you. at all. doesn’t call, doesn’t DM you, nothing. he doesn’t even acknowledge it until days later when he ‘runs’ into you by coincidence, throwing in a “oh and happy birthday” halfway into small talk when you can’t escape him. it feels flippant, like he doesn’t care to remember anymore, but that hurts too much to think about.

2. he, again, doesn’t text you but he DOES ‘just so happen’ to show up at the place you’re celebrating your birthday at. eases his way into the little restaurant he’s taken you to too many times to count before. he seems to meet your eye as soon as he walks in, like he knows you’ll always take the corner booth in the back that he fingered you at. and you look shy when he comes up to you, grinning, him and suguru both singing happy birthday to you a little too loud just to embarrass you. and although he goes to his own table, your eyes never leave his the whole night. and maybe he convinces you to forgive him. just for tonight.

3. he DOES text you in the middle of the day. not too long, a pretty standard happy birthday message with one too many heart emojis. he sends you a picture of you from your last birthday, his too big hands squishing your cheeks as you grin at the camera. your heart aches, and maybe it’s a bad idea, but asking him to take you out for drinks on your birthday wouldn’t be the absolute worst idea?

you asked for one answer and I gave you three ALSJSKDJD I hope this was satisfactory though!!!! it really had my mind going (quite possibly for another part to the story 👁️)

#thank u again!!!#my mind is now rolling 👁️#—another happy customer! 🍭#gojo treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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septembersghost · 1 year

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You are so right when you said tay impacted him in ways he doesn't even realise. Like not only did harry fall in love with her as a person he admired her as an artist. His childhood friend once said h had crush on her after watching 'love story's mv. Knowing he was a music nerd he might've grown up being wonderstruck by her artistry especially after SN.(i cant see hum not appreciating SN esp after knowing she wrote it alone)Then he became part of her world. He saw the behind the scenes of red and 1989 (and maybe beginning of whatever became rep because I lowkey think she wrote atleast something about their fwb(there is a theory of TIWYCF that doesn't strike to me as a CH song) but decided to prioritize her joe songs). He saw her making music out of missing HIM and HIM coming back and falling in love with HIM. I do think at some point he also thought 'what a mind'. Every time he spoke about her artistry he made sure he said 'she's good at it'. I think it also gave Taylor a confidence boost because her previous boyfriend said 'don't write about me' and definitely didn't respect her as a person let alone artist. She also taught him atleast a little about playing guitar and introduced him to a lot of music(sweet disposition). So while the flame had gone out the smoke lingers(stealing your words) through his(and hers) song.

not only did harry fall in love with her as a person he admired her as an artist. right, and in a way the artistic admiration is what's still very present. the relationship fell apart, but that never has. h having a crush on her as a musician before he knew her as a person makes total sense. their respective experiences and dealings with fame then ended up aligning in a particular way where it also made sense that they'd gravitate towards each other and have some understanding and common ground. he's one of the few people who'd even be able to comprehend what that was like for her. i think part of why the gp writes them off as not being that impactful is because most people don't realize how long that situation was ongoing, that it wasn't only a handful of months, but spanned a few years off and on. he was there when red was being written, he was present for at least a bit of its creation, and we know she shared 1989 with him in full before its release. that's why i mentioned she helped teach him about approaching songwriting (and playing guitar, that initially was taylor and niall for him afaik!), plus sharing music together (that winding wheel tweet...). that influence is immediately clear even on midnight memories, and i think he internalized and absorbed it to the point where it's intrinsic now rather than intentional. that was a very formative time in both of their lives, what would be college ages for other people, and it seems they learned quite a bit from one another respectively, as artists and in navigating the press and in what they actually wanted from relationships (even if they never managed to align it). i've never seen that theory about tiwycf, i don't think? but the idea of it linking back to h amuses me since that would doubtless have made crouton livid (he really had such a chip on his shoulder about h). that feeling of falling apart and falling back together weaves in and out of both of their music that they composed about it. ("him" was also...revealing.) i have no doubt he admired her mind, and continues to. no one she'd previously been with had valued her talent and passion in that way, as we know (not only jg, jm OPENLY insulted her, called her songwriting "cheap"), she had been belittled and disrespected so often, and certainly h wasn't perfect (nor was she, it's okay, they're humans and people are flawed and complicated!), but there's no doubt that he valued her skill as an artist beyond being in love with her.

also when i mentioned 1989 isn't as vulnerable outside of this love and clean (and yail), sometimes i feel like even me saying that isn't entirely fair (i have a message, maybe from you! about wonderland in here somewhere that i agree with, i'll have to find it), even though she was trying hard to curate and polish and seem perfect and less attached, there tends to be a knife-edge of emotion in a number of the songs, where if they were stripped back and played acoustically (like her grammy museum performance), that would hit differently. why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in?/i wish you knew that i'd never forget you as long as i live/we were lying on your couch, i remember; you took a polaroid of us, then discovered, the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color/you know for me, it's always you...in the dead of night, your eyes so green...and i know for you, it's always me. it's a different dynamic than what she detailed on red, obviously, not nearly as shattered. but the very real feeling is still there.

while the flame had gone out the smoke lingers - it does, and it's the most interesting thing about that in many ways, and why those songs continue to converse with one another and move us the way they do. the situation ended, but the music lasts.

#anonymous #letterbox #haylor

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raventroll80 · 1 year

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Stowaway (Part 1)

Synopsis:

While on the ARC Carrier the Intern makes an interesting discovery and an unlikely friend.

This story mostly takes place after Eternal and before/during the events of the TAG dlcs, also heads up this is going to be a long one. Also thank you @horseyneigh2002 for helping me figure out a name for the Intern.

It had been about two days since the Complex was attacked, as well as two days since Seth had met the Slayer. He was still on the adrenaline high while the ARC moved their operations to a carrier ship in order to be more mobile in case of another attack. The Intern was fairly busy with helping to get the Carrier up and running.

It had been two days since the ship left port and Seth was in the cargo bay inspecting cargo when he heard a noise coming from behind one of the crates.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

Nothing

“Is someone there?” He said as he drew his pistol from its holster and approached the crate.

He rounded the corner pistol drawn and braced himself for whatever was there waiting, only to find a mouse nibbling on some food.

“Oh, thank god.” he sighed, and he holstered his gun and crouched down to take a closer look “Hey little buddy, aren’t you cute? Hmmm to bad I have to report you,”

The mouse scurried off as Seth got up, as he stood up, he noticed another small shape dart out of sight. He grabbed his tablet and finished up his report and wrote down that he had seen some mice in cargo and went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.

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Em breathed a sigh of relief, and the human left the cargo bay. She had barely made it behind another crate when the human had looked her way, she could’ve sworn he saw her tail, but she wasn’t sure. Regardless she was glad she wasn’t caught, though what he said was of concern. She had to find a way off this ship before she gets caught.

She got up and surveyed her surroundings. The mouse had left and took her food with it, she’d have to go and find something else to eat. Which would be difficult due to most of if not all of the food being stored on the upper floors of the ship, which was also where most of the the Humans were.

“Crap” she thought to herself.

She thought about going after the mouse and maybe try and kill it for food but decided against it since she’d lost her spear trying to get away from one of those Things the other day. That was probably the only time she was happy to see so many Humans, the Thing had taken some of them out but was quickly outnumbered by the Humans as they quickly swarmed onto the ship. That was also when she got separated from Nimbus.

She drifted back into reality as she remembered that she was hungry. She gave another look around the area and adjusted her bag before heading out to try and find some food.

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Seth was sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria thinking about the mice he had seen earlier. The first one looked like your standard run of the mill house mouse, but the second one looked different. He remembered seeing a tail, but he could have sworn he saw a flash of red.

“Was it hurt?” He thought to himself, “Poor thing, hope it’s not too hurt.”

After finishing that thought Seth got up and left the cafeteria. Seth found himself running diagnostics on the bridge for the rest of the day and late into the night. It was around midnight when Seth had shuffled into his room and to his bed and promptly fell asleep.

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Back in the cargo bay Em was on edge as she darted between boxes and crates while the Humans set up mouse and rat traps in the bay. She had managed to squeeze into a gap between two boxes and waited for the Humans to be done. Her spine and scalp were tingling as the Humans walked about the room, the feeling became almost paralyzing when one was next to her hiding spot.

Eventually the Humans left, and the feeling went away. She let out a sigh of relief and took some deep breaths to calm down. After calming down a bit she once again left her hiding spot and continued her search for food, now mindful of the new traps she’d have to evade.

After over an hour of walking Em decided to try and get an overhead view of the bay and made her way to a massive pallet of crates and began to climb the netting holding them together. Once at the top she was able to see most of the cargo bay. She took note of a couple of things.

Most of if not all of the boxes and crates were probably latch-locked,

there were no vending machines in the bay (understandably),

there was a guard station/control room at one end of the room,

and lastly there’s security cameras.

“Crap” she thought as she quickly took cover and came up with a plan.

“Ok, so there’s no food down here at least not that I can get to, so that means I have to find a way out of here without getting caught… which is going to be hard,”

“Where are you Nimbus?” She thought aloud before climbing down fully and finding somewhere to rest for the night.

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Seth woke to the sound of his alarm going off. It was 5:30 in the morning and the Intern had a full day ahead of him, so he got up got dressed, put his glasses on and grabbed his PDA before going to the bridge for today’s briefing.

When he arrived, the meeting began with an announcement the Slayer was seen at the UAC Phobos base and that he had shot a hole into the surface of Mars and was last seen entering the crater. During the briefing Seth was assigned the task of re-calibrating the security cameras throughout the Carrier.

After the briefing Seth went about his duties re-calibrating the cameras. Some sectors were easier than others. The outside decks especially the flying deck were some of the harder ones to fix, mostly due to the weather as it was raining pretty hard that day. He had almost lost his PDA several times and was grateful to get back inside.

He eventually found himself in Cargo Bay mapping out the cameras blind spots when he saw a flash of red, he immediately whipped his head around to find the mouse. He saw something duck behind one of the boxes and bent down to try and find the mouse.

When he peered into the gap, he let out a small gasp as he saw a small humanoid figure dart out of sight. He shuffled around to the side of the boxes to try and get a better look, as the small figure rounded the corner, he saw a look of terror on their face as they backed up.

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That Human from the other day was back and he had spotted her. He was walking around looking at his tablet and had almost stepped on her when she had ducked out of the way. They must have seen her shirt or bag because she could feel and hear the Human bend down to look for her.

Her stomach dropped and a look of terror took her face as she rounded the corner and saw the face of the Human staring back at her. A sharp prickling feeling stabbed down her spine and scalp as large eyes stared back at her. Her legs felt weak, and her vision started to blur, and she didn’t know if it was from fear or tears.

Em let out a scream as the Human reached out and grabbed her. As the Human picked her up, she grabbed her knife from her bag and slammed it down into his hand. The Human yelped and let her go as he clutched his hand.

Em braced for impact as she hit the ground. The second she got her footing she began sprinting away from the Human leaving her bag in the process. She didn’t stop running until she reached a large cargo pallet, she climbed through the netting and buried herself into the cargo.

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Seth had picked up the small person in order to get a better look at them, he had realized that it was probably a bad idea when he saw the look on their face. He felt a pang of guilt as he saw the terrified look on their face and could feel their heart racing with his hand.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his hand and ended up dropping the tiny person. When he looked to see what caused the pain, he found what looked like a tiny knife in his hand. After he had taken it out, he noticed that the tiny person was gone, upon closer inspection he also noticed that the tiny had left their bag behind.

He put the bag and the knife into one of his pockets and quickly got back to work before someone gets impatient. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he saw as he was wrapping up the recalibrations.

“What were they? Why were they on the ship? We’re there more or we’re they alone? If they were, then why?”

By the time he was done dinner was being served in the cafeteria. Before he left to get dinner, he put a band-aid on the tiny stab wound, it wasn’t too deep, but it did hurt. He had eaten his food rather slowly as he continued to think about the little person.

“I wonder what their name is, do they have one? Probably. How long have they been on the ship? They’d have to have been here for at least three days. Are they stuck here? When was the last time they ate?”

After he finished his dinner Seth retreated to his room for the night. He wasn’t as tired tonight as thoughts kept running through his mind. Eventually they drifted to the bag the tiny human had left.

Seth had left the bag and knife on his desk across the room. He was debating whether or not he should look through it. On one hand it’s rude to go through other people's stuff, on the other it could give more information onto who or what he saw.

Against his better judgment Seth decided to look through the tiny person's bag. The bag appeared to be some sort of satchel with the flap held down by a button. The bag was a dark burgundy colour with a goldy yellow floral pattern, the strap was a bright red ribbon with a white thread border, and the button that held down the flap was purple in colour.

Seth struggled to open the bag, but after some finagling he was finally able to open the bag. He found a couple of things in the bag, one of them being the sheath for the knife. Seth wiped his blood off the knife and put it back in its sheath. After he did that, the Intern continued to look through the bag.

The next thing he found was an empty soy sauce bottle in the shape of a fish, it looked like it may have been repurposed as a water bottle. He also found a small section of a string light and a button battery taped to it with one piece was un-taped, when he touched the un-taped part to the battery the light lit up.

“Huh, clever,” Seth said to himself before un-touching the battery and wire.

Resuming his search, he didn’t really find much. All there was were some threads, a penny, a handful of little glass flower beads, some graphite from a pencil, and a folded-up piece of paper. No signs of food either.

The paper opened up into what appeared to be a map of the harbor the ARC Carrier was docked at before they left. It was a little hard to read, but upon closer inspection the map detailed certain locations that weren’t labeled by the ARC. He folded up the small map and put the items back into the bag and closed it.

Seth put the bag with his glasses as he set them on his bedside cubby and then went to sleep. Unlike the previous night his sleep was filled with nightmares.

Seth found himself trapped in a maze with walls taller than he could see. He was running from something but all he could see of it were two glowing red eyes chasing him. He could smell sulphur and hear people screaming as the eyes drew near, suddenly he felt something crushing his chest as the eyes bathed him in red light.

ATTENTION ALL PERSONAL THE CARRIER IS UNDER ATTACK REPEAT THE CARRIER IS UNDER ATTACK

Seth woke with a start as alarms blared overhead. His stomach dropped as he heard the screams become real. He got his glasses on quickly and grabbed his pistol from his bedside table and readied himself to open the door.

The emergency lights were flashing bathing the hallway in a red and yellow light, people were running down the hall trying to get to a safe room. He followed the crowd of people down the hall. Seth had almost made it to a safe room when the door closed, the Intern started banging on the door when he heard a growl to his left.

An Imp had spotted him and let out a growl before giving chase. Seth sprinted off down the hall as fast as he could, taking as many turns as he could in hopes of losing the Imp. He had reached a stairwell, but he could hear the Imp closing in on him and in a moment of panic ran out a door leading outside.

He barely had time to close it behind him when the Imp slammed into the door, almost knocking him over the railing. The Imp lunged at Seth pinning him to the ground but got punched by the Interns pistol.

Seth used the opportunity to fire a charged shot at the Imps head. The Imp let out a short screech of fury before its head exploded. As the Imps lifeless body fell over Seth stood up and backed away slightly from the corpse.

“Holy shit! I killed one!” He exclaimed as he wiped the blood from his glasses.

His victory was cut short by a fireball hitting the wall next to him. As Seth looked up and saw three sets of eyes in the fog before another fireball came careening towards him. He barely had time to dodge it before he took off sprinting down the gangway, with the Imps hot on his heels.

He had made it to the main deck when another fireball hit the deck next to him knocking him down. His leg was searing with pain from the fireball, and it was already starting to blister.

One of the Imps took advantage of the situation and lunged at Seth. It leapt forward and slashed at him grazing his burned leg before Seth let loose several shots from the pistol. The Imp gave a shriek of fury as it staggered back and another one prepared to attack.

Before the Imp could jump, something hit the deck with a wet crunch startling the Imps. It appeared to be the mangled corpse of a Prowler, something had ripped off its head and neck completely while its right arm was barely attached.

Shortly after a gargling whistle sounded above them. The Imps heads immediately shot upwards towards the sound. Seth couldn’t see what they were looking at, but clearly, they deemed whatever made the noise more important than him.

One Imp made a flying leap towards the origin of the sound. The second it left visibility it gave a strangled howl cut off by a crunch followed by its corpse falling to the deck. Something then dived down and snatched the first Imp and ripped it open before disappearing back into the fog.

Seth was frantically looking around to see what was attacking the Imps. He was hoping the Slayer had returned and had come to help the carrier. Meanwhile the last Imp had completely forgotten his existence and was focused on trying to find the unseen combatant.

It was suddenly tackled out of sight by the combatant. Seth could hear the Imp howling in rage as it wrestled its assailant. The sounds were cut short by a loud snap followed by another wet crunch. He picked up his pistol and cautiously approached the scuffle.

“S-Slayer? Is that you?” He asked as he drew close.

As Seth got closer, he could make out the shapes of the Interloper and the Imp. It was definitely Not the Slayer. What he saw was vaguely human in shape, but the neck was far too long, and the head appeared to have a snout. The figure had long arms that almost appeared to be covered in feathers.

Seth gasped as he realized this, causing the interlopers head to snap towards him. Its eyes had slitted pupils and were glowing a dull yellow. Seth yelped and dropped his pistol as the interloper stood up and gave a sharp raspy hiss at him.

He hobbled away as fast as his injured leg could carry him, but the creature didn’t give chase. The alarm had stopped, and it appeared the attack was over. A group of ARC soldiers were approaching, and he called out to them.

“Hey! Over here! I need some help, and there’s something else out here!”

The soldiers rushed over to see what happened.

“Are you alright?” One asked

“Not really, my leg got grazed by an Imps fireball and another managed to scratch it up pretty bad,” Seth replied.

“What was that you said about there being something else out here?” A different soldier replied as they gazed around suspiciously.

“ I was about to be killed by one of the Imps, when something dropped the mangled corpse of a Prowler in front of me. Then it attacked the Imps killing all three of ‘em, I didn’t get a good look at it but it definitely wasn’t human,” he responded gesturing to the demons' corpses surrounding them.

One soldier helped Seth to the med-bay while the remaining continued their search on the gallery deck. While in med-bay Seth had his injuries treated. The fireball had left minor second degree burns on the outside of his right leg, and the scratches hadn’t become infected thankfully.

A doctor was dressing his wound when the intercom made an announcement.

“This is the Resistance Network, in what will hopefully be our final broadcast. To all the people of Earth - to anyone listening - the demonic horde has been defeated. The beast identified by ARC scientists as the Icon of Sin was destroyed earlier today by the Slayer himself, and with it the majority of the demonic force has dispersed. With the threat decreased, it is important now more than ever that we come together. There is hope - the human race will persevere. -“

The rest of the announcement was drowned out by cheering coming from everyone in and around the Med-bay. Seth was ecstatic when he heard the news which mostly distracted him from the state of his leg. The doctor finished dressing the wound and prescribed him some pain medication.

“You should be fine as long as you don’t put too much stress on your leg,” the doctor told him handing him a bottle of pain medication, “Take these for the pain, and make sure to tell your supervisors not to give you any tasks that may be too strenuous on your injury, okay? Though I’d prefer you didn’t do any work at all,”

“Got it,” Seth replied

The doctor turned to the soldier who was still here, “Could you accompany Mr. Willems to the command bridge?”

“Sure, no problem doc,” the soldier replied and walked over to help Seth up from the bed.

“Thanks,” said Seth as he stood up.

“No problem,” he replied as the two left the med-bay.

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The two were walking towards the bridge when the soldier spoke.

“So… you must be pretty lucky to survive three Imps attacking you huh,”

“Uh, four actually, I got locked out of a safe room when an Imp chased me out onto the deck,” Seth said, “it almost knocked me overboard, but I managed to fire a charged shot at it, but then three more showed up and you know…” he continued gesturing at his leg.

“Oh really? Damn dude, I’m impressed, good on you man,” the soldier remarked rather casually.

As they approached the bridge the two could hear a commotion in the command room. As they entered people were rushing about and by the looks and sounds of it the teleporter was activating on its own.

“What do you mean you can’t locate the origin? “One of the commanders yelled “It can’t be coming from nowhere; it has to uh- “

The commander was cut off as the portal opened and the Slayer walked out dragging Samuel Hayden’s body. It looked as though Dr. Hayden was in the process of repairing his body as he now had two arms and more of a torso than he had last. Dr. Hayden appeared to be speaking but whatever he was saying was drowned out by the sound of his body being dragged across the floor.

The Slayer hucked Hayden’s body towards the commander before turning around and heading back to the portal.

“This fight is far from over Slayer,” Samuel Hayden said as people rushed to stabilize him “You’ll need my help eventually, and when you do you’ll know where to find me,”

The Slayer gave Dr. Hayden the bird and continued walking but stopped when he saw Seth, recognizing him from a few days ago and walked up to him.

“I-um, ah-um hello, again, Mr. Slayer sir…” Seth stuttered as the Slayer got closer.

The Slayer was almost in front of Seth when he stopped and stared at the bandages on Seth’s leg.

“Oh those? I-ah got attacked by some Imps not too long ago,” the Slayer appeared to tense when he heard this. “But they’re dead now so that’s good,”

“He killed one of them himself actually,” the soldier beside him piped up.

Through the visor of his helmet Seth could see the Slayer’s eyebrows raise up. Seth was about to say something when the Slayer reached up and patted him on the head before walking away through the portal.

There was a brief moment of silence on the bridge as people were still processing what had just occurred. People slowly got back to work and began to talk amongst themselves about what happened, while other got to work hooking Dr. Hayden up to the ship. Seth and the soldier walked up to one of the supervisors who wasn’t too busy and informed them of the situation.

“I see, do you know how long it will be until your leg is healed?” The supervisor asked.

“Doctor didn’t say, I’ll ask when I check in with them in a few days” Seth replied

“Well luckily we’ve-” the supervisor started before being cut off.

“I need you to check the cargo bay to see if any of the more… delicate cargo has been tampered with or taken by our unwanted guests” Dr. Hayden said.

“Yes sir,” Seth replied.

“Dr. Hayden sir, with all due respect Mr. Willems is in no condition to be walking around cargo,” the supervisor said angrily.

“No, no it’s fine sir, I’ll get right on that Dr. Hayden sir,” Seth said enthusiastically, remembering the tiny person and hoping they were okay after the attack.

“Thank you, Mr. Willems, unfortunately though corporal Wilhower will not be accompanying you this time as he will have to get back to patrol,” the supervisor remarked turning to the soldier.

“Yes sir, good luck Mr. Willem,” Corporal Wilhower said before walking out of the bridge.

Seth left not long after making his way to cargo, hoping that the tiny person hadn’t been hurt or worse.

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It didn’t take long for Em to pass out when she had made it into the crates. Her sleep was interrupted by an announcement coming from the the overhead speaker, something about an entity being reported but she was too startled to listen.

After she calmed down, she looked around trying to recall what had happened. When she remembered what happened she began to frantically look for her satchel.

“No, no no no no, shit,” she hissed at herself realizing that she must have lost it.

Her stomach dropped when she realized that the human probably had it now, along with her knife. Em curled in on herself in defeat and started to cry. Her bag and only source of protection were now in the hands of a human who’s probably already told everyone about her.

She had eventually fallen asleep again for about an hour or two when she was awoken by an alarm going off. Em shot upright and saw the cargo bay was bathed in a red and yellow light before noticing something climbing the wall across the room.

Suddenly a scream came from behind her and when she turned around her entire body froze up as she made direct eye contact with and Imp on the boxes behind her. It hissed at her before leaping towards her.

The creature collided with the cargo, toppling it to the floor. Em yelped as she fell and braced herself. The wind was knocked out of her on impact, and she felt something sticky on her hands.

The creature was about to lunge at her when it was hit in the face by a volley of blue energy. It staggered back before getting hit by another round of plasma as a group of soldiers rushed the bay.

She barely had time to register what she had landed on before she heard a loud snap and felt unbearable pain as the mousetrap slammed down on her leg. Em screamed in pain and tried to lift the hammer of the trap as the creature drew near.

The creature was about to lunge when it was hit in the head with a volley of plasma. It staggered back before getting hit by another volley as a group of soldiers rushed the room.

Eventually the soldiers managed to clear the room of demons before they left. Em was thankful they didn’t look around all that much, though a small part of her wished they did in the hopes that she’d at least get out of the trap. She tried pulling herself out of the trap but only made the pain worse.

Some time had passed when Em suddenly felt a static feeling run across her back and gave a small gasp as she saw a giant leg in front of her. She looked up and saw the same Human who had grabbed her the other day.

He had a tense look on his face and was biting his lower lip as he surveyed the room. Thankfully he hadn’t seen her yet, but it did appear that he was looking for something, or someone. Em didn’t want to stick around and get caught again so she made another attempt to lift the hammer of the trap.

Em was able to lift the hammer off her leg a little before her hand slipped and the hammer slammed back down on her leg. She cried out in pain and felt something crunch in her leg. She put a hand over her mouth but it was too late, she had been seen. Em looked up and was now staring eye to eye with the Human who was now reaching for her.

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When Seth had reached the cargo bay a lump of fear began to form in his chest when he saw the state of the room. Crates and boxes were scattered everywhere, and large smears of blood covered most of the room. As he slowly made his way down the stairs, he did his best to keep his eyes out for the tiny person while also looking for the crates Dr. Hayden was talking about.

He had made his way halfway through the bay and was now starting to worry that the little person had gotten crushed by the cargo or worse. He had found all of Hayden’s special cargo and was now solely looking for the tiny, when he heard a cry. Seth immediately turned his head to the origin of the noise and saw the tiny person caught in a trap.

He immediately bent down and reached for the trap while also trying to calm the tiny person down.

“Hey there little buddy, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said as he set the trap down on a box.

He lifted the hammer of the trap and the tiny scrambled backwards. Seth moved his hand behind them and picked them up. The little person curled up in his hand eyes locked on in fear. He closed his and slightly so they wouldn’t fall out.

“You’re safe, it’s okay, I want to help you, I’m going have to put you in my pocket for now, but don’t worry, okay?” Seth put them in his pocket and briskly walked to the stairs.

He went up the stairs and quickly popped into the cargo bay break room and grabbed a bottle of water and a granola bar before leaving. Seth could feel the small person struggling in his pocket, he lightly held them in place with his hand.

When he finally made it to his room, he put the little person down on his desk along with the water bottle and granola bar. He went and grabbed a first aid kit from his bookshelf before returning to the desk. The tiny had backed up as far as they could with their back to the wall.

“I know you’re scared right now, I would be too if I were in your shoes, but I need to see your leg. It was stuck in the trap, I need to know if it’s broken or something,” Seth told the frightened tiny.

They gave him a suspicious look but they eventually pulled their pant leg up to reveal a bloody leg. Seth leaned closer so he could see better. It looked like the tiny had some sort of shin guard on but it was snapped in half.

“Can you take that off or do you want me to do it?” He asked slowly reaching towards them.

The tiny quickly drew their leg back and undid their shin guard, before extending their leg back out. There was a large gash across their leg that was bleeding pretty bad.

Seth took a some cotton swabs and a bottle of peroxide from the kit. He poured some into the lid and wetted the cotton and went to clean it.

“This might sting a bit”

The tiny hissed and yanked their leg back and clutched their leg. Seth panicked and reached towards the tiny in an attempt to comfort them when they shouted at him.

“Don’t touch me!” She hissed at Seth.

“I’m sorry!” He replied “here try and wipe it off,” he continued, handing her a dry cotton swab.

The tiny wiped off the peroxide and inspected her leg. Eventually she tentatively extended her leg once more for Seth to examine.

Now that the wound was clean Seth could see that the shin guard must have protected the leg from most of the damage, but not all of it. The hammer still left a nasty cut on the tiny’s leg.

“Okay so it looks worse than it is, but I’m still going to put a bandage on it just to be safe” he said to her

Seth pulled out a pair of scissors and bandages, he considered using a band-aid but choose not to since they were too small to cover the wound. The tiny tensed when she saw the scissors, but relaxed when she saw Seth use it to cut some of the bandages to size.

“Here, you put them on. You clearly don’t like to be touched and I don’t what to make you anymore upset than already are,” Seth said and handed her the small strip of bandage.

Seth was finally able to get a good look at his small guest. She had a large round face with long tangled dark brown hair that matched the colour of the fur on her tail. She was rather plump as well and possessed fairly long arms too. Seth thought she was quite adorable to be honest.

While she wrapped her leg, he cut a small piece of tape and handed it to her. The tiny took the tape and placed it on the bandages. They sat there in silence for a bit when Seth decided to speak.

“Are you hungry? You must be,” he said as he opened the granola bar and broke a piece off for her. “Here, it might be a little stale though,”

She took the food and eyed him suspiciously. Seth also opened the water and poured some into the cap and set it down beside her. He then wheeled his chair over to the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her quickly drink the water before breaking off some oats from the granola piece.

“You dropped this the other day, I thought you’d probably want it back,” he said while placing her bag next to her.

The tiny immediately grabbed her bag and began to look through it. She eventually pulled out her knife and checked it, before putting it away again.

“It’s getting late, we should get some sleep.” Seth said with a yawn.

He reached over to pick her up but hesitated when she curled up into a ball. He bit his lip and frowned a little. He gently scooped her up and held her close to his chest. He picked up her bag and slowly walked to his bed and set her and her bag down in the cubby above his bed.

He took his glasses off and put them in the cubby as well. Seth went and changed into a night shirt before laying down in his bed. He pulled out the cleaning cloth for his glasses and handed it to his tiny guest.

“Here, it’s the best I can do, I hope it’s enough, it’s going to get pretty cold, ship’s heading north,” he said.

“I’m Seth by the way, Seth Willems, what’s your name?”

She didn’t respond only pull the cloth over herself and turn over. Seth rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling of his bed.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, this is all so strange, I still don’t fully believe that this is even happening, I never meant to scare you, I just hope you’re willing to trust me,” he said before closing his eyes.

Em layed there listening to Seth talk, his words sounded genuine as he spoke. She thought about what he said for a few minutes before speaking.

“My name is Em…”

Seth gave a small smile before falling asleep. He hoped maybe he could get Em to open up a bit more in the future....

#g/t #giant tiny #doom g/t #borrowers #tw blood #tw death #tw injury #my writing #hope this is good #this is my first time writing fan fiction #I hope this isn’t too long #there will be a part 2 #doomguy will also be showing up in future parts as well #sorry if it’s too long #or if the wording is weird #of there’s any questions feel free to ask #Stowaway g/t

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Manuscript Search/Find the Word Tag

Tagged by:

@primroseprime2019 💜: walk, surprise, allow and impress

@blind-the-winds 💜: young, yearn, yelp, yellow, and yes.

@eccaiia 💜: happy, hurt, head, hour, and hole!

@winterandwords 💜: thought, though, through and tough

I tag: @aohendo @inkspellangel @talesofsorrowandofruin @ahordeofwasps @bardic-tales @untethereddreams @theglitchywriterboi @junypr-camus @frostedlemonwriter

Your words are: run, rain, real, road

Walk

So when Charlie just walked up to her and said with a smile ‘You’ll never guess what happened last night!” Andi knew she was in for some tale of the miraculous, some fresh nonsense.

Surprise - A Workers Guide to Demonology

I'm the first to admit that I detest most things about this human meatsack I'm lugging around, but it has a nice belly, a belly that can hold plenty of sustenance for my soul-devouring spirit. I'm surprised that I'm starting to feel somewhat...protective of this body. It almost feels like it's me that's been insulted by the titters around the office and the insolent humans eye roll.

Allow - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"Language!" Despite having the foulest mouth of any sentient being Riley had ever known, Sadie took every little opportunity to chastise her crew for the same faux pas. She said living beings should know better. AI's had a lot of shit to remember and deal with, as well as stupid crews putting them in stupid situations, they could be allowed a little swear every now and again, as a treat.

Impress - Dragonbreath and Skelefellas

Saph was just having a peaceful morning minding her own business and polishing her knife collection when Skully clattered into the room. The necromancer wasted no time in sweeping Saph’s mini workshop half off the table and replacing it with an impressive pile of papers and books. It was only thanks to Saph’s well developed reflexes that she managed to save her magic polish from a tumble to the floor.

Young - Contained World Potions

So, young apprentice, whatever you do, don't you dare open the Contained World.

Yearn - none

Yelp - Untitled

Erika's sword swung down, meeting the knights shield with a clang and following through with a kick to his kneecap. The other knight let out an undignified yelp, only just managing to keep his balance.

Yellow - Old Inn Door

Mabel pushed the sheets of her body, revealing her old yellowing slip. Her hair stuck up in a sweaty clump on her forehead, leaving her jealous of Robin's short cropped hair.

Yes - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

Her malleable little human soul is no match for my domineering spirit. Even a level 1 demon would be able to...Harry! Molly! Yes it's me can you hear me?"

Happy - The Familiarity Between the Owl and the Pussycat

Séamus burst through the window twittering and going on and on about Midnight and all the uncouth things the cat had done. Bathsheba tuned most of it out, focusing on the herbs she was trying to organise into the correct order on the wall. She let out a low hum every once in a while to keep Séamus happy as he twittered on.

Hurt - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

"How dare you refer to me, the burner of galaxies, the tamer of snakes as 'it'?!"

"Ah look you've hurt its feelings now"

"It!?"

Head - Untitled Werewolf WIP

John's pale skin looked washed out under the fluorescent light of the office. His head was in his hands.

Hour - A Short Way to An Angry AI

As funny as the 'your majesty' caper had been, Celeste could tell it was starting to get on Riley's nerves. They'd been stewing in their room for the last two hours after the burnt toast and toilet incident, and when a crew consists of two humans and an AI there isn't really any space for long term disagreements. That's how disasters happened.

Hole - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

The other one, in a holey tshirt and scruffed up hair, seems more amused than concerned. "Feeling a bit worse for wear?"

Thought

But the fears and the sins of you alive humans are just another thing entirely. Another dialect almost, as your species is very clever at distracting yourselves above ground. I suppose your brains only have room for a limited number of thoughts at a time.

Though - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"It's nothing you haven't said before, Sadie," Celeste admonished, before turning to Riley. "She has a point though, it was a bit insulting."

Through - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"Riley....Riley." The ever calm voice spread throughout the room, cutting into Riley's sleep. Fucking AIs!

Riley rolled over with a groan, pulling their pillow over their head. "Sadie, power down."

"'Sadie, power down'" the mocking voice repeated "You disabled that command remember. You said you we're fed up with missing your wake up call."

Tough

“Go fuck yourself”

“I’d rather fuck you”

“Tough, I’m too busy doing monster things”

#tag games

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Happy birthday, @jennis-one-shot ♡ (yeah it's already midnight here) May the stars above always protect you so you'll have the most beloved birthday this year. It's not my best work but I hope it's decent enough to made your day ^^ thank you for everything 💞

Autumn. The season of falling leaves and spooky festivals. The leaves turn a beautiful brown, red, and yellow at this time of year, the transition season from summer to winter. People are wearing their most comfortable sweaters and are curled up in their beds with hot beverages at hand.

It's a bit peculiar for someone as bright as Jenni to be born at the beginning of such a cold season. In Saeran's opinion, it doesn't suit her at all. She's the emblem of fresh air in the middle of spring or a soft breeze in the hot and dry summer. That would be the best way to describe her, or at least, what he feels inside when she's with him.

"Saeran, are you going to tell me where we're going, or do I have to guess?" Jenni's soft voice suddenly rang in his ear and snapped him back to reality. Right, he hadn't told her of their destination yet. It's a secret spot after all. He took a deep breath, tightening the grip a bit on their intertwined fingers before speaking.

"You'll know soon enough." She frowned a little at his words. She took a glance at her phone. It's 11.30 pm, already late at night if she's being honest. It's already suspicious enough that Saeyoung didn't seem to mind one bit when they went out just now. Usually, he would at least ask them to come home early or buy him some snacks.

But that's the least of her concerns now. She can't help but feel troubled about Saeran's odd behavior tonight. He kept glancing at her when he thought she was not looking and fidgeting with his fingers as if to calm his nerves down. Is there anything that happened that she's unaware of lately?

Taking a night walk like this is not unusual for both of them. The cool, gentle breeze during the night often has its way of lulling his head, which is usually filled with intrusive thoughts. She later decided to ask him about it once they arrived at whatever location Saeran was taking her to.

These anxious thoughts in her head were interrupted by his voice once again. "We're here."

She looks up and her eyes widen at the beautiful sight in front of her. Strings of fairy lights surround the cute picnic tent under the nearby tree. The moonlight somehow shines so beautifully that night, which makes the place even more luminous and fairytale-like.

He takes a quick look at her face to gauge her reaction, only to feel the blush creeping up his face at the sight. The way her eyes seemed to glow, her turquoise-like hair fell ever so gently against her shoulder, paired with her beaming smile, made his heart beat faster for some reason.

Her entire existence is more radiant than this picnic spot tonight. He sighs out a breath of relief after sensing there's no sign of disapproval on her face. Instead, it was filled with awe and adoration if he dared to guess.

"Do you like it?"

She was taken aback at the unexpected and seemingly ridiculous question. "Like it? This is breathtaking, Saeran! I love it. Very, very much."

He nodded while playing with his red hair in embarrassment. It looks like he's been fussing over nothing then. The happiness radiating off her face says it all.

He was about to take her hand again and walk towards the picnic spot when she stopped him midway. "Hey, Saeran..."

"Yeah?"

"Is this the reason you looked so worked up back then?"

He bites his lips, not saying anything for a while, before nodding his head. "I just... I'm worried you wouldn't like it."

She shook her head and took a gentle hold of his hands. "Saeran, you know you don't have to pressure yourself to prepare all of this for me, right? The real gift is having you and the RFA with me. I'm really happy just by spending my time by your side."

"It's... not my entire effort actually. Saeyoung helped me with these." Saeran was a bit flustered when he said these words.

It's true, he just prepared some food and a flower crown for her. The whole picnic setup was arranged by his brother after knowing a few days ago that she'd like to have a picnic date with Saeran someday. His brother can be a busybody, but this time, he's silently grateful for Saeyoung's help despite not being able to say it out loud.

She offered him a comforting smile while gently rubbing his hands in circles. "Still, you did contribute something to make all of these come true. I appreciate it, really."

The inside of the tent was even more fascinating than she thought. They seem to shimmer thanks to the fairy lights on the outside. There's a picnic basket with two pairs of soft blankets accompanied by... a flower crown?

After they both settled up nicely in the tent, Saeran cleared his throat before taking the flower crown into his hands, beckoning her to come closer to him.

"Here, your flower crown. Let me—" Saeran carefully placed the flower crown on her head. Morning glories and various colors of Asters are weaved together into the flower crown.

September is often associated with these two flowers in general. Morning glory is a symbol of strength and gives a person the power to realize their hopes and dreams. Whereas Aster is a symbol of love, wisdom, and faith. Such fitting flowers for someone like her, he thought to himself.

Aster also means 'star' which he finds fascinating since she would call him moonlight once in a while, claiming that that's the pet name that would best suit someone as mysterious and alluring as him. And now that he thinks about it, maybe it's not so bad that they complement each other like the moon and stars in the night sky.

He stared at her face for a second after putting the flower crown into its place. God, she's so... mesmerizing. His precious flower. She's his flower not because her beauty outshines the existing flowers, nor her delicate scent would put even the sweetest flower in shame. She's his flower because she has already blossomed in his heart, whether he realizes it or not.

"Saeran...?" He immediately looked away the moment he realized that he'd been staring for too long. Even Jenni's face seemed to flush a bit at his soft albeit rare gaze. But she liked that look on his face nevertheless. It's not every day that she gets to see Saeran letting his guard down like this.

"So, what do we have here?" She peeked into the picnic basket and found two tubs of vanilla ice cream and a beautifully decorated bento cake laying neatly beside each other. Simple and straightforward, just like Saeran himself.

"Oh, let's eat the ice cream first then. It'll melt if we keep it here for too long." Saeran nodded his head at her suggestion. They both took the blanket, getting cozy and warm after wrapping themselves up.

Saeran and Jenni didn't say anything while enjoying their ice cream for a moment. The occasional sound of the rustling leaves and gentle breeze outside the tent seemed to harmonize with their comfortable silence with each other. He was not much of a talker to begin with, and she was more than happy to indulge him during their time together like this, with or without words.

For some reason, being close to each other like this makes him feel relaxed and safe. He never had to worry about anything when he was with Jenni. He's not big on celebrations, much less his birthday. But someone like her deserves to be loved and celebrated for being the spark of hope in his dark and vacant life.

She's someone who could see the world through rose-colored glasses when all he saw was nightmares and pain. She would always listen to his requests and respect the boundaries he set up for himself. It's something that Saeran comes to appreciate because, let's be honest, even Saeyoung is guilty of deciding something for him without even asking what he wants.

He never had that much faith in this world, but if someone like her did exist, maybe... there is hope for people like him to be loved and cared for without expecting anything in return.

They both jumped a bit at the sudden midnight alarm on Jenni's phone, indicating that her birthday was finally here, right at this moment.

He sets aside his ice cream and brings out the bento cake from the basket, lighting up a single candle on it. He seemed to hesitate a bit before speaking his mind. "I heard that people often make a birthday wish before blowing the candle."

She nodded her head while looking at the cake in front of her. "It's true. My wish this year is quite simple, actually. I hope you get to smile more and stay healthy like this."

He frowned slightly at her answer, clearly not expecting that kind of wish from her side. "Why are you wasting your wishes on me?"

"Hm? I don't think I'm wasting anything at all. That's what I truly wish for, Saeran. Your happiness is my happiness as well. And I hope to see more of it in the future."

Saeran went silent and let her blow the candle after a while. That sounds so much like her. Selfless and caring for him. Much to his surprise, he suddenly leaned in to give her a soft peck on her lips. Jenni's heart skips a beat at the sudden affection before the beautiful shade of red creeps up her face.

"Happy birthday Jenni, my flower." He murmured against her lips, staring at her with the softest gaze under the shimmering moonlight. And she knew that this would be the most memorable birthday of her life.

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blessedshortcake · 2 years

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Introduction

Hey I finally made one of these.

My name is Cupcake!

I am 20 and go by all pronouns including it/its and neos! I write, you can check out my works under the #my writing tag!

Check out my AUs masterlist!

Art progress blog: @cupcake-draws

Learn more about me under the cut!

I am 20. People under 13 do not follow me and people under 16 be mindful when interacting. If I interact first then you're alright.

You can use any and all pronouns for me including it/its and neos! I am unlabeled for now when it comes to gender identity but I'll edit this if it changes. I am on the aroace spectrum but love is confusing so I usually just say I'm omni. Both gender and romance are confusing tbh

I am white. I live in Europe, Hungary which means my English can be a little whack so feel free to correct my mistakes. I speak Hungarian (duh) and English but I've been learning Spanish and Romanian for a while now.

I am neurodivergent and I have a handful of symptoms I am still making sense of in therapy. I have OSDD and I don't mind talking about it here but there will be things I may not answer if asked. I accept some questions about my general mental health too but I might not answer them all.

I do use tone tags every so often and even tho I likely won't ask you to use them, it would be appreciated if you did.

I am a writer. I mainly post fanfiction but I have original stories I haven't really showed anyone yet. Maybe someday.

You can find me on AO3, but I am the most active here if you want to interact.

My main tags are

#my writing - for the stuff I write

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#cake after midnight - stupid stuff. makes no sense. we are balling. time is a concept made up by the governent

My fandoms

Cookie Run (kingdom and ovenbreak but I am a bit more into kingdom)

Arcane

Five Nights at Freddies

Sonic

Undertale & Deltarune

Batman (more so Batfam but shrug)

& many others but those are my main fandoms right now.

Boundaries

Spam interactions are welcome and very much appreciated.

Reblogs > Comments > Likes

My DMs are open but I might take a bit to answer! I do love chatting and interacting with people tho so feel free to drop by.

My Asks and Submissions are also open! You can ask me about my fandoms, headcanons, wips or even slightly personal stuff if you'd like to get to know me.

DNI

Racists/Homophobes/Abelists/Bigots in general. Just the basic DNI criteria of Don't Be An Asshole.

Pedos/MAPS/NOMAPS/PEAR or whatever you call yourself. Get out of my blog and my life. This includes Frans Undertale fans. If you ship Frans please leave! Thanks!

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People who harass others about their religion, fandoms or ships. I don't care what you believe in, what fandom/media you enjoy or who you ship (as long as its. legal.) just be chill about it. Don't harrass others for what they like/dislike (again, as long as it's not them supporting proship).

NFT bros/NFT supporters please just leave. You have been told 1000 times why its bad I won't be the one to explain 1001 times. This includes people who support Devsisters for their shit. You can critically engage with the fandom but don't defend Devsis.

I am not an all seeing entity so if you notice that I am engaging with somebody who has been exposed as a shitty person (anything from my DNI) then please tell me. I don't do a deep cleaning research on everyone's blogs who I come across but I'd like to know if it happens!

#intro post #cake updates #i dont have much to tag #long post #maybe #introductory post

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according-to-the-laura · 2 years

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StackedNatural Day 172: 5x21, 6x20, 9x21, 10x21

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

May 6, 2022

5x21: Two Minutes to Midnight

Written by: Sera Gamble

Directed by: Phil Sgriccia

Original air date: May 6, 2010

Plot Synopsis:

Bobby sells Crowley his soul in exchange for the location of Death, while Pestilence infects the Winchesters with a deadly disease.

Features:

A petri dish of diseases, Cas first experience with being human, Pestilence’s senior care facility, Cas cutting off Pestilence’s finger, Bobby’s soul belonging to Crowley, O Death aka the most kickass character intro possible, the sub-clause in Bobby’s contract, the distribution of Croatoan, an Angel with a Shotgun, Death’s eating habits.

My Thoughts:

This episode is where the pacing goes wrong in season 5, which is a shame because it’s so close to a slam dunk. We should not have had two horseman sharing an episode, especially not with Death as one of them. Death being markedly different from his siblings should merit him having an entire episode, even if the actual screen time he gets doesn’t change.

Even though watching Pestilence on screen is Bad for me, the return to Croatoan as a plot point could have had more weight and we could have had more time to watch Sam be unambiguously good and strengthen Bobby’s point of view at the end of the episode. There are a couple episodes that could be tossed to split this one into two and give each horseman his due. Personally, my choice would be Swap Meat - it doesn’t have much bearing on the plot and it was my lowest ranked episode of the season. You could also do The Curious Case of Dean Winchester, which while funny has some distressing disability politics, or The Real Ghostbusters, whose only relevant plot point was learning that Bela gave the Colt to Crowley and not Lilith.

War’s episode can stay where it is, and while you could rearrange things a bit more to spread the horsemen out, I think the major issues are solved.

Death’s intro kicks total ass. He steals every scene he’s in. I love when Reapers were freaky and just stood stock still facing whatever was coming next. The biggest bummer is that after Death’s line about reaping God, God doesn’t even die at the end of the series.

Notable Lines:

“I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly…” “Human.”

“You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be.”

“Believe me, I know exactly how screwed up I am. You, Bobby, Cas...I'm the least of any of you.”

“To a thing like me, a thing like you, well...Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.”

“I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child with a temper tantrum.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.4

IMdB Rating: 9.3

6x20: The Man Who Would Be King

Written by: Ben Edlund

Directed by: Ben Edlund

Original air date: May 6, 2011

Plot Synopsis:

Castiel tells his story in his own words and confesses to some interesting choices.

Features:

Cas’ story, peak Crowley, Cas longingly looking at Dean while invisible, Bobby’s demon counterpart, smiting in the name of secrecy, Cas as God’s Chosen, teaching poetry to fish, Dean raking leaves, Cas’ sex appeal, the saddest ring of holy fire we’ve ever seen.

My Thoughts:

This is my favourite episode of the entire series. In my head when I set my rating scale, it was Carry on on one end of the spectrum and The Man Who Would Be King on the other. There isn’t a single thing about this episode that I would change.

Crowley is a master manipulator, succeeding even when Cas knows what he’s doing. The deal he offers is irresistible, and he plants the seeds that start a Heavenly civil war.

Dean shows more faith in this episode than we have ever seen before or since. He’s pulled a gun on his father, he’s locked Sam in a panic room, but even with every instinct and sign saying that Cas is dangerous, he can’t believe it until he’s presented with irrefutable proof and even then, he keeps trying to fix it.

And Cas… this episode gets even better in retrospect. Not just because now, in canon, this is a tragedy of a gay love story, but also because we know for sure now that God is a writer. In praying to God to tell his story, he doesn’t just force his father into the role of audience member, he unintentionally puts himself in God, the original storyteller’s, place. And the choices he makes in this episode lead to the Godstiel arc.

Notable Lines:

“I've been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach and an older brother saying, ‘don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish.’"

“the stench of that Impala's all over your overcoat, Angel.”

“The worst part was Dean, trying so hard to be loyal, with every instinct telling him otherwise.”

“It's simple. Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it."

“I believe it's what you would call a...Tragedy from the human perspective.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 10

IMdB Rating: 8.9

9x21: King of the Damned

Written by: Buckleming

Directed by: P. J. Pesce

Original air date: May 6, 2014

Plot Synopsis:

Abaddon makes a deal with Crowley to stop the Winchesters and recover the first blade. Castiel tries to bring Gadreel to his side in the war against Metatron.

Features:

Abaddon in the 1700s, Cas as commander, Gavin MacLeod and Crowley’s smidgeon of humanity, insecure weenie angels, collecting the First Blade, Abaddon’s death,

My Thoughts:

For an episode about killing a seasons-long villain, I was remarkably bored the whole time. The theory is there - Cas becoming a commander again when the last time he marshaled forces in a civil war went so disastrously, Crowley being confronted with the human part of himself, Dean using the Blade - but it’s executed badly. I had neutral feelings the entire time except when I was being annoyed about how Buckleming write angels, which I will never stop complaining about.

Angels should not be able to hang out in a bar and convincingly replicate humans hanging out. It gets rid of everything that makes them interesting. The contrast is glaring, having just recently watched The Great Escapist where they so clearly had thought patterns wildly different from ours.

The Gavin thing is mildly uncomfortable and flirts with abuse apologism. Haha it’s so funny that Crowley beat his kid when he was human. It also makes the “smidgeon of humanity” thing less effective as a theme or plot device. If he didn’t give a shit while he was human the first time why would he give a shit when he’s only barely human now? I would rather see the dynamic where Gavin loved his dad and has to reckon with how different he is now that his soul is corrupted, but that humanity still comes through and saves his life.

Notable Lines:

There was not a single one that I cared about tbh.

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 3.9

IMdB Rating: 8.7

10x21: Dark Dynasty

Written by: Buckleming

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: May 6, 2015

Plot Synopsis:

While investigating a strange murder, Sam and Dean discover the killer has the same tattoo as those from the Styne family; Castiel plays referee when Charlie and Rowena must work together; Crowley turns to an old enemy for help with Rowena.

Features:

Bogus eyesight studies, the Stynes harvesting body parts, some Microsoft product placement, Rowena and Charlie butting heads, the Winchesters lying to each other again, Crowley chatting with a hamster, Dean getting accosted while he tries to buy pizza, bioengineering, the indestructibility of the Book of the Damned.

My Thoughts:

I don’t think I need to say “Fuck Buckleming” here, but I will - Fuck them.

Most of this episode is boring and most of what isn’t is dumb bullshit. The only thing I kind of liked was the scene where Rowena reads Charlie, but even that is more powerful if we’re going to see them together have some kind of dynamic shift, which we don’t.

The Frankenstein twist is dumb and a human body can’t accommodate multiple hearts. The idea that a family of white douchebags caused the Arab Spring is insulting and racist, and there was no reason to include that in their backstory because it was a throwaway line.

I understand intellectually the plot point of Charlie dying. Narratively, we need something to tip Dean over the edge to fully give in to the Mark of Cain, and a side character that they already have history with is the best way to do that. The problem is that her reason for dying so insanely stupid. She left the warded, protected room because Rowena was being annoying and she needed quiet? And she chose to do it at the moment when she was already getting what she needed because Cas had moved Rowena out of her space? Nothing you say will make me believe that Charlie didn’t own noise-canceling headphones.

Her death scene was brave at the very least, I love her making the choice to send the information that can save her friend instead of giving it up to save herself, but it’s soured by the whole lead up to it. There were better ways to force her into a vulnerable position, but they had to choose the one that would make it Sam’s fault the most, rather than having Rowena trick her or something.

Also, the title of this episode just makes me think of Duck Dynasty, which I know exclusively through annoying ass commercials I saw a lot of in High School.

Notable Lines:

“Let me tell you about you . . . a difficult and lonely childhood. Tragedy, absent parents. Always outside the mainstream. Sexually progressive. Living in your own head for solace and direction.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 2.2

IMdB Rating: 7.3

In Conclusion: ignoring the misery of a 2 Buckleming day, I saved 6x20 for last and I am riding that Bedlund high.

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