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aleese1111 · 2 months ago

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Continue the seongje and baekjin one shot, plss 😭 I love your writing btw

three wolves, one flame three | geum seong je x union!reader x na baek jin

summary: she disappears for three days. the group chat stays active, but her silence buzzes louder than the messages. when she comes back, no one asks for an apology—but some things still need saying.

warnings: [slow burn] violence, blood, emotional repression, miscommunication, bruises, language, toxic coping, mild angst, vulnerability, references to mental strain, unhealthy attachment .

author's note: this is lowkey boring . next chapter i will end some fights, maybe . requests ,,

✶ ᶻz .ᐟ , .. two .. three .. ??

she didn’t show up the next day.

or the day after.

she didn’t say anything in the group chat either, just read messages and left them on delivered. the trio thread kept lighting up—seong je sending blurry photos of some idiot who thought he could run with their stuff, his bruised knuckles front and center in half the shots. baek jin replied with deadpan sarcasm as usual:

you get off on sending crime scene selfies or what at least wipe the blood next time, dumbass.

she left no reaction. no thumbs-up. no eye roll. just silence.

seong je didn’t say anything about it, but every time the chat buzzed and her read receipt popped up, he stared a little longer than he needed to. his replies grew shorter. more photos, less commentary.

baek jin didn’t press her either. he already knew where she was—texted once, got a vague “need space,” and left it at that.

by the time she walked into the office again, three days had passed.

the air smelled like microwave ramen and disinfectant. the arcade outside was still warming up—machines humming, half-lit—but inside the office, baek jin sat alone at the desk, mechanical pencil in one hand, a half-solved sudoku in the other.

she didn’t say anything at first. just walked in like she’d never left, dropped her tote bag by the couch, and moved to the filing cabinet near the wall.

baek jin didn’t look up. “you look like shit.”

“thanks.” she pulled open the drawer, flipping through documents with more precision than necessary.

silence.

“you okay?” he asked, quieter.

she paused. “eventually.”

he nodded once. “fair.”

she didn’t look at him. “did you keep the delivery records from last week?”

“top drawer. labeled in red.”

she found them, tucked them under one arm, and started organizing them into the accordion folder she’d abandoned three days ago. her movements were stiff—robotic, almost—but her eyes didn’t have that wild look anymore. just tired.

“i saw the chat,” she said suddenly, still facing the files.

baek jin raised an eyebrow. “yeah?”

“seong je’s still trying to impress us with his selfies.”

“he’s consistent, i’ll give him that.”

she didn’t reply. just clicked the folder shut and slung it under her arm like a shield. “i need to take these to the garage.”

baek jin leaned back in his chair, watching her go. “try not to set it on fire.”

“i’ll try.”

she left without another word.

@ . !

the motorcycle garage still smelled like sweat and oil, like time hadn’t passed since the last argument cracked through its walls.

seong je was slouched on the couch in his corner, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, doing whatever it was he did when no one told him not to—probably scrolling, probably brooding, or both. his school shirt was off again—just a tank top now, stained with grease—and his hands were already a mess of oil and old blood, wrapped haphazardly in gauze.

he heard her before he saw her.

she walked in with the folder hugged to her chest, eyes scanning the shelves for the logbooks that matched her records. she didn’t acknowledge him. not at first.

seong je didn’t move, but his eyes tracked her. “didn’t die after all,” he said flatly.

she didn’t look up. “sorry to disappoint.”

“you ghosted.”

“i needed air.”

he let the silence stretch. then: “baek jin knew?”

“of course he did.”

his jaw tensed. “right.”

she moved to the shelves, tugging out a binder, flipping through it like she was looking for something worth fighting about. but her hands were steadier than before.

“you mad at me or just at the world again?” he asked, not moving from where he stood.

she glanced at him—finally. her face unreadable. “if i was mad at you, you’d know.”

“that a threat?”

“no,” she said, softer now. “a fact.”

the silence that followed was brittle, but not sharp. just... unsure.

he watched her for a second longer, then went back to the caliper, voice quieter this time. “i thought maybe something happened. something worse.”

she froze for just a second before kneeling beside the lower shelf, pretending to search again. “why would you think that?”

“you left. no word. that’s not you.”

“it is when i’m not interested in a second breakdown in the span of a week.”

he didn’t respond to that right away.

then, voice low: “you don’t have to disappear to handle your shit.”

“i do when it’s loud.”

“...was it me?”

she blinked at the shelf. slowly. “you didn’t help.”

“good,” he muttered, tone sharpening. “because i’m not gonna play nice just ‘cause you cry once.”

“didn’t ask you to.”

“good.”

she shut the binder.

they stared at each other again. neither moved.

then—somehow gentler—seong je spoke. “i didn’t mean to scare you. that night. i just... i get stupid when i think we’re losing something.”

she exhaled slowly, standing back up. “then stop getting stupid.”

he smirked faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

she moved toward the desk near the corner, setting the folder down. her posture eased a little, like the fight had already drained out of her. like whatever she’d been holding in those missing days had been emptied somewhere between baek jin’s silence and this garage’s stale heat.

“i’m not mad,” she said finally.

he didn’t reply. just nodded, once.

“and i didn’t cry,” she added flatly.

he snorted. “sure. must’ve been rain indoors.”

she rolled her eyes and flipped open the folder. “shut up and hand me the maintenance logs.”

he passed them over without a word, but when their fingers brushed, just briefly—she didn’t pull away.

@ . !

the garage was quiet. not just physically—quiet in that crawling, weighty way that meant something unsaid was hanging in the air, uninvited and unwelcome.

she finished shuffling through the folders, double-checking figures on her phone with one hand while holding the corner of a page with the other. she didn’t make a sound until she shut the last file closed with a dull thunk against the desk.

seong je hadn’t moved. still on the couch, one leg bent under the other, his fingers idle now, phone dark on his thigh.

she turned slowly, stretched her arms overhead until her back cracked, then walked over. he didn’t say anything, just watched her as she dropped down next to him like it was nothing. like she hadn’t ghosted the groupchat. like she hadn’t gone missing. like he hadn’t noticed.

she pulled a cigarette from her pocket. offered him one, wordless.

he took it.

the first drag was silence. so was the second. the air filled with smoke and something sharp that had nothing to do with nicotine.

“…you good?” he asked eventually, not looking at her.

she exhaled through her nose. “yeah.”

that was all she gave him.

he nodded once, jaw flexing like he was weighing his next words, then letting them drop.

she leaned back into the couch, staring ahead at nothing. the kind of stare that meant her thoughts were somewhere else—untouchable, maybe even to herself.

he lit his second drag. “baek jin didn’t say anything either.”

she glanced sideways at that, just briefly. “he knew.”

“hm.”

they sat there in that stillness for a while, smoke curling above their heads, shoulders brushing occasionally in that too-familiar way that meant something used to be here, maybe still is, maybe not.

“…next time,” seong je said, after a moment, “just send a blank message or something. so i don’t gotta keep guessing if i should start digging.”

she flicked ash into the tray. “you don’t need to guess.”

“still did.”

she didn’t say anything.

didn’t have to.

then, softer—quiet enough that it could’ve been for her or for himself—he added, “hard not to.”

that silence after hit different. not sharp. not cold. just real.

she didn’t look at him. didn’t flinch either. just sat there, smoke slipping past her lips like it didn’t matter.

but it did.

even if neither of them said so.

the cigarette burned low between her fingers. seong je had already stubbed his out, leaning forward with elbows on knees, eyes low, jaw set in that unreadable way of his.

she tapped ash into the tray again. “you ever gonna say what’s actually bothering you?”

he blinked. a beat passed. then he gave a breath of a laugh—more air than sound.

“didn’t think we were doing that now.”

“maybe we are,” she said, voice flat. “maybe i’m asking.”

he leaned back, stretching his arms behind the couch. the motion pulled his shirt tight across his chest, scars visible under the loose neckline.

“…i thought you weren’t coming back,” he muttered. it wasn’t accusatory. just honest.

she didn’t answer right away. the truth sat heavy behind her teeth.

then—quiet—“i almost didn’t.”

that shut him up for a second.

he turned his head to look at her. really look.

“you leaving for good wouldn’t have surprised me,” he said. “but not saying anything would’ve.”

she looked straight ahead. “i didn’t owe anyone a goodbye.”

“but you left us on read,” he said. “that’s worse.”

that earned him a look, finally. she wasn’t angry. just tired.

“you make it sound like i ghosted my high school friends. i needed time. that’s it.”

“you left me wondering if i fucked up,” he said plainly. “and baek jin kept saying nothing. that’s how i knew something was off.”

she pulled her legs up onto the couch, cigarette now mostly forgotten in the tray.

“…baek jin saw something he wasn’t supposed to.”

he arched a brow but didn’t press. didn’t need to. whatever it was, he filed it away behind that quiet demeanor of his.

she tilted her head back against the couch, closing her eyes for a moment. “i’m here now. that’s all that matters.”

“that all?”

she didn’t answer.

a knock echoed from the other end of the garage—a metal-on-metal tap against the doorframe. baek jin stood there, leaned against it, holding two plastic bags.

“you two gonna sit in your own smoke all day, or you want shitty convenience store food?” he asked.

seong je didn’t move. “depends. you get the melon milk?”

baek jin nodded. “one for each of you.”

she stood, brushing ash from her jeans. “then i’m in.”

as she walked past him toward the back table, baek jin’s eyes met seong je’s. something unreadable passed between them.

then seong je stood too, cracking his neck with a quiet roll of his shoulders.

back to normal. almost.

but not quite.

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christopherisfoive · 2 months ago

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Lemon Tea & Truce {Request}

Hello my little anon pie, i can't find the request in my inbox. I hope you see this. Order up: #8 sick reader and #14 enemies to lovers!

The dorm usually buzzed with choreography counts and videogame shrieks, but flu season had emptied the halls. You lay marooned on the living‑room sofa beneath three mismatched blankets, throat raw, fever pulsing behind your eyes. Each cough rattled the half‑empty mug of ginger tea on the coffee table.

Only one member remained in the unit: Lee Minho, resident neat freak, arch‑nemesis of your mess. He whistled while folding laundry in perfect squares.

From the hallway you croaked, “Robot Cat, can you keep it down?”

He poked his head out, arms stacked with towels. “You sound like someone swallowed a blender. Whistle’s the least of our issues.”

You meant to retort, but another cough stole the words. He set the towels aside, gaze flicking to the unused cold‑medicine packet. “Have you actually taken anything?”

“Waiting for a miracle,” you rasped.

Minho muttered something about helpless children, then disappeared into the kitchen.

He re‑emerged ten minutes later holding a steaming mug, plus two fever tablets balanced on the rim.

“Take these. Warm water first—don’t fight me.” His dry tone implied you would.

“You poison them?”

“Haven’t had time.” He rolled his eyes. “Swallow.”

You obeyed. The lemon‑honey drink soothed the sandpaper in your throat, surprising you with how good it tasted.

Minho checked your forehead with the back of his hand, frown deepening. “Still burning. Where’s your thermometer?”

“Somewhere in the medicine drawer… maybe.”

He sighed the sigh of a man who labelled every spice jar. “Of course.”

While he searched, you drifted. A crash jolted you awake—Minho had found the cluttered drawer. Bottles clattered; a tape measure flew out.

“Why is there sewing chalk in here?” he called.

“Multifunctional storage,” you croaked.

“More like chaos theory.” A muffled curse followed, then, “Got it.”

He returned, disinfected thermometer in hand. You glared as he tucked it under your tongue.

“For once, silence suits you,” he said.

Your glare intensified; his lips twitched.

When the beep sounded, he read the numbers. “38.9. Great. We’re courting a hospital visit.”

He vanished again. Water ran; cupboards closed. The scent of rice and chicken wafted out—a sign he’d started congee.

Between dozes you recalled last month’s prank war: Minho swapping your instant noodles with uncooked spaghetti; you switching his cat‑ear headband for pink bunny ears before a V‑Live. Neither of you apologised—score‑keeping was half the friendship you never admitted having.

Now that same Minho padded over with a cold compress, gentling it against your temple. The contradiction made your chest ache in a new way.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

He didn’t answer, but his thumb brushed your cheek—just once—before retreating.

Dusk blurred windowpanes when he nudged you awake with a bowl of steaming porridge.

“Eat slowly,” he ordered, handing you a spoon.

The first bite tasted of ginger, chicken, and comfort. “You cook better than you fold laundry,” you whispered.

He raised a brow. “Folding is an art. You’d know if you owned an iron.”

You mustered a smile. “Hit me where it hurts.”

He settled on the floor beside the sofa, arms on his knees. “Serious question—why do you leave lights on in every room?”

Blinking, you shrugged. “Dorm felt empty until I joined. Light makes it look lived‑in.”

He stared, expression unreadable. “It drives me crazy—but maybe I missed it today.”

Heat pooled under your fever. “Maybe you like chaos more than you admit.”

“Maybe.” A ghost of a smile curved his lips.

Later, a thunderclap wrenched you from fevered dreams. Panic clawed; you gasped. Instantly Minho was beside you, steady hands holding your shoulders.

“Hey. It’s just rain.” His voice, low and firm, anchored you.

Your vision cleared to find his face inches away, worry unmasked.

“Why are you… this nice?” you managed.

He swallowed. “Because I don’t actually want to see you suffer.” Pause. “And because you distract me. Loudly.”

“By leaving lights on?”

“By being you.” Nerves flickered in his eyes, quickly hidden by sarcasm. “Don’t let it go to your congested head.”

“Too late.” You smiled, then coughed.

He pressed the mug to your lips. “Small sips.”

Near midnight, fever broken, you shifted to sit up. Minho’s hoodie dwarfed you, smelling faintly of his detergent and citrus body spray. He dozed against the sofa edge, arms folded.

You nudged his shoulder. “Nurse Minho.”

He jerked awake. “Temperature?”

“Down. All thanks to Robot Cat.”

Relief softened his features. He helped you stand, hand warm at your back.

At your bedroom door you teased, “You know this earns you one free mess—you pick the prank, I won’t retaliate.”

He considered. “I’d rather cash it in for dinner when you’re better.”

“Deal.” You stepped inside, but he cleared his throat.

“Y/N—”

You peeked back.

He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink. “Bring my hoodie to dinner. No backing out.”

Your laugh—scratchy yet bright—filled the hallway. “Who’s backing out?”

“Guess we’ll both find out.”

You closed the door, pulse steady and warm. On the sofa behind him, lemon tea cooled beside an unfinished prank tally—no longer needed.

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2ndkaiser · 7 months ago

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could you do post crash reader relationship headcanons please. The reader is doing their best to keep him alive and is planning jimmys downfall and saving everyone in the tulpar crew and being ready to file a big lawsuit against pony express

𖦹 POST-CRASH CURLY X GN!READER ONESHOT

Of course I can. This prompt was fun to work with, hope this satisfies your request.

Word count: 990

Contains: Oneshot, angst with comfort, Curly x GN!reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, Curly’s trauma

⟡ ݁₊ . Notes: Assumed that Curly is reader’s husband. Please message me if I left out any warnings.

BEYOND THE STARS, BENEATH THE LIES

The only sounds that seem to occupy the ship these days were the soft, robotic screeches coming from the doors. The Tulpar — where you once sat in the lounge with the crew, in front of the artificial sunset chatting away — now, devoid of that sense of familiarity.

Never would you expect this to happen. Never. Your husband, Captain Curly, crashed the ship? How could such a selfless man suddenly abandon everything he stood for and transform into the root of the threat to the whole crew? It didn’t add up a single bit.

Your feet carried you along the corridor, heels dragging across the cold floor beneath as you became lost in thought.

The same robotic sound of the door you started to feel sick of signaled the medbay’s door opening — opening to your sweet Curly. You weren’t even focused anymore, the only thing inhabiting your brain was Jimmy. It felt so off. He felt off.

A low cry escaped the teeth of the former captain in front of you, reminding what you initially came here for.

“Hey sweetheart,”

You knew he couldn’t respond, but that didn’t change anything. He was still Curly. The Curly you knew. The Curly who would never even think of committing such an act.

“How’re you holding up Curls?” You shot him a gentle smile, although you already knew it wasn’t near possible for him to ‘hold up well’.

It was evident his pain was heightened, judging by the wails he let out, it has been approximately 8 hours since he took painkillers, but in your presence his noises slowly died down into quiet whimpers.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

It was a time-consuming task — gently pressing the painkiller down his throat, using water to help it go down, carefully removing the blood-soaked bandages and disinfecting each part of his body, replacing the bandages with tender precision, and making sure his eyes didn’t dry out. The shortage of bandages weighed on your mind, adding to the growing worry in your chest. The process usually took over an hour, and every movement had to be precise, every action gentle. But none of that mattered. You’d do anything — anything at all — to keep Curly alive.

Following the now-silent whimpers, you noticed that Jimmy was still residing in your head. His presence felt so off-putting. But you knew that Curly wanted Jimmy on this ship. That was what he stated. But at this moment, you couldn’t help but sense that your husband wanted the opposite of that right now.

You could see it. After Jimmy started to feed Curly his pills instead of Anya, you couldn’t help but notice how suppressed his cries had become — not to mention — the first time Jimmy fed him his painkillers, it sounded like Curly’s cries turned into loud weeps, pleading for mercy.

Seeing your husband in pain was unbearable.

“Curly, my love,”

Curly’s azure gaze which now appeared to be fading in colour due to the lack of eyelids, studied your expression.

In a hushed tone, you hesitantly asked, “Does Jimmy hurt you?”

His sapphire eyes stuttered then flickered left, it was the only way for you two to communicate right now, you established this method after acknowledging his inability to voice his thoughts, and this way he could ‘speak’ by moving the only part of his body he could: his eyes. Left signaled yes, right for no.

Yes. Yes you’re beloved Curly was being tormented. Yes you have failed to recognize Jimmy’s abusive behavior. Yes you have failed to protect him.

You couldn’t even pinpoint what you were feeling at that moment. Fury, regret, shame, sorrow — and the strongest of them all: guilt. Each emotion is blurry and indistinguishable from the others.

It felt like your brain was in a completely static state, unoccupied with thoughts, replaced with heightened emotions. How could this be?

You weren’t that ignorant, were you?

“I’m so sorry… I’m so, so sorry, Curly… I—” Your voice cracked, the weight of the words too much to bear. “I didn’t see it—didn’t understand until it was too late. I failed you. I failed us. I’m such a terrible person. I—” You gasped for breath, hands shaking as you gripped the edge of the bed, regret swimming in your irises. “I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen…”

Your voice broke into a whisper, barely audible. “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I wish I could undo everything. I wish everything was reversible.”

The cold metal edge of the bed rested against your forehead, as if it was attempting to cool your head. As your body was engulfed in a sickening feeling, the gentle touch of a brief graze caused you to jolt, lifting your face up to see your lover, aiming to nuzzle his face into your hair as a sign of forgiveness and longing. A tear streamed down his cheek which you could only imagine was stinging severely.

“Listen to me, honey, I swear I’ll get us to safety. I’ll figure this out, I promise. We’ll make it home—together. We’ll leave Jimmy behind, let the police deal with him. He won’t ever hurt you again. I won’t let him. I’ll make sure of it. You’re not alone in this. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll sue this goddamn company, get the money we need, and start fresh. A new life, far away from all of this. No one, not even that… that unhinged maniac, will be able to get to us. Not ever again. I swear on everything, Curls, I’ll protect you. We’ll make it through this, I promise, okay?”

Another whimper left his throat, only this time, the whimper was more of a hum. A hum of agreement and comfort — and with that, his eyes flickered left again.

Finally finished, hope this is up to standard for a one-shot. Genuinely, I don’t know if this was what you were looking for but I’m hoping it is. Apologies if it isn’t.

Sorry for inconsistent uploads, I’m most likely going to posting slowly for a few weeks since I’m not exactly the freest man. Farewell.

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muntitled · 1 year ago

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Headlines & Headaches

-' Spiderman!Jake x Fem!Reader

-' Summary: All he did was make you worry and for that... You'd make him pay.

-' Warnings: Established Relationship, Loser!Jake, Language, Violence, Bruises, Slight Angst, Fluff, Spiderman AU, Mentions of Shootings, Jealousy, Weaponizing!Heeseung, Drinking, Smut (+18) mdni, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub Themes, Cunnilinghus, Fingering, Degradation Kink, Make Up sex

You are dreadfully aware of every single millisecond that passes without you by his side. While the seconds bleed into nanoseconds, it introduces a new string of endless possibilities that may or may not occur while Jake is out.

Everything that would and could go wrong.

Imaginations of Jake being subject to wayward punches and stray bullets ran through your head like a freight train.

The boy was clumsy enough to get bitten by a radioactive spider for God's sake. He is quite literally drawn to disaster.

Perhaps you would have found it attractive if it was not the bane of your very existence.

"I think this is why I'm attracted to you." Jake had said absentminedly the previous night. "You fuss over me way too much, and I like it way too much, and that says more about me than it does you."

"Please don't move too much, I'm almost done-" his big doe eyes bore dangerously into yours while you concluded stitching a wound on the side of his face. Thankfully, it had been a shallow laceration, but it still punctured a nasty rip in his mask.

"I also really like it when you yell at me, or like scold me really softly. It gets me excited."

You ignore his giggles, sighing while your heart panged at the bruises scattered across his face.

"Does that mean I have mommy issues, Miss Psychologist?"

Another sigh automatically unsheathed itself from your lungs as you pressed a disinfected cotton ball to his cheek and watched him wince. "I'm not a psychologist-"

"Yet." Said Jake.

"Yet." You nodded, "And you know I don’t believe in any of Freud's incest logic."

"Fuck," Jake cursed under his breath, which you intially thought was from wound repair but you quickly found out was from something else.

"You're so smart," he had affirmed with wide, soaped over eyes.

"You're quite literally studying biochemistry which is far better than my silly little psychology degree."

"And humble too!? I think I'm in love!" Jake was quick to grab ahold of your wrist.

"Jake, let me finish-"

Before you could even think, he placed your palm directly on the bulge that had grown underneath his suit, "I need you, okay? Baby, I always need you," while his eyes fluttered shut, mumbling "my pretty girl," under his breath, you had been completely and utterly spellbound by his use of the word 'need'. You were pleasantly surprised at how affected you were by the notion that your outrageously smart, charismatic and not to mention literally powerful boyfriend could ever really 'need' someone like you. 'Want' is okay. 'Want' is safe and free of complexities and obligations but 'need' extended far beyond letting him fuck you as senseless as he did last night...

But the worry was a neverending story. It hit you simultaneously - multiple little televisions streaming every possible kind of disaster all at once. Everything that might happen while Jake is out saving Seoul, potentially needing you and you not being there.

Even the deafening blare of the music leaking out of mysterious speakers failed to keep all the dreaded inevitabilities at bay. With a solo cup of soju in one hand and your phone in the other, you opt to gaze down at your phone quivering visciously in your hand. The minimal amount of alcohol floating in your bloodstream does little to hinder your functionality as you refresh the chat.

Jake's contact detail attached to a cute little picture of him stuffing his face with sushi sends a viscious pang to your heart as you sit robotically on the end of the smokers couch, nestled under a cloud of perfume and cannabis. Around you, a feverish game of truth or dare has befallen with people on the adjacent couch but your mind is elsewhere.

In Jake's business, death would be inevitable. All that matters is the final message you sent. One that he failed to respond to.

[22:36] Check in, Spider.

To which he would allay your troubles by swiftly and quickly responding with:

[22:38] checking in

Always without the improper punctuation as if to let you know he was currently very busy swinging about high rises.

This time however, he failed to check in and you're left stranded in the living room of a house party in Hongdae, with no actual clue as to where in the city your boyfriend had found himself.

"I'm sure your nerd boyfriend doesn't need you to smother him all the time," it was the drunken slurs of a fellow classmate, who's grating words succeed in peeling your eyes away from your screen momentarily.

"You're not his mother." Said Heeseung with a grossly charismatic smirk, only for you to stab him with the deadliest glare you can muster. Your jaw is locked, and your phone is suffocating in your iron grip.

"And I'm sure you didn't need to smother your hair in so much hair gel, but alas, we can't all have nice things."

Ignoring the hum of praise for your rebuttal, you press send on the second message:

[23:11] This party sucks... please check in.

"Instead of wallowing all by yourself, you could actually try to have some fun. Perhaps loosen yourself up in the process?" Heeseung sits way too close, his side, pressing into your side without a lick of space to separate you too, but the space lessens to an even bigger degree as he leans sideways. Your head is fixed on your lap as his lips brush past your ear with the unmistakable hint of soju wafting against your neck. "Truth or dare."

"What?" You ask, utterly discombobulated, having seemingly forgotten where you are. Heeseung’s Cheshire cat grin is unwavering as he asks, "Truth or-"

"Oh shit- someone top the volume!"

Almost like clockwork, a sea of gasps settle amongst the other patrons congesting the living room. You send Heeseung a furrowed brow to look at the tv past his grinning face, only to be immediately met with an utterly nauseating scene splashed across national television. The news anchors' tone of voice robs the scene of its devastation.

"Patrons say the shootout which occured only moments before in the crowded streets of Itaewon could have been an 'unmistakable act of terror' were it not for the friendly neighborhood Spiderman who appeared just in time to rid the gunman of his bullets. Witnesses are in awe of the Spiderman's innate, superhuman reflexes which allowed him to-"

You fail to keep the panic from exploding onto your face as the news anchor drones on and on in the background. Around you, your classmates make a quip or two before quickly losing interest. This is nothing new.

"Anyway," Says Heeseung, "Truth or Dare?"

But you feel utterly sick to your stomach with the notion that Jake flew blindly in between an open crowd and a loaded gun. Heroism be damned, what would any of it mean if he ended up fucking dead? Your boyfriend had the capacity to flood your entire brain, therefore prompting Heeseung to repeat his question.

"Princess? Truth or Dare-"

You realize then that you are dreadfully obsessive. Always fearing your partner may fulfill the inevitable and get hurt and leave you. You couldn't bare to live in your own skin if you turned out to be something that Jake left behind...

"Dare." The voice immediately has you snapping your head away from the tv. Everything happens at once. It is as if the sun is peeking through the crowds, bathing you in unforgettable light as you look up to find the one man you've been searching for all night. Your mouth hangs open as Jake sits directly beside you on the armrest of the couch. Dressed in a cool and comfortable long sleeve shirt, as boyish as ever. As normal as ever.

His body heat immediately restores a once thirsty, inexplicable part of your soul, rendering you a muted mess.

"Shit was crazy," Says Jake, pointing vaguely at the screen of the television, before looking back down at you with sly smile on his lips, "Or so I hear."

His gaze is unwavering as he pushes his thick rimmed glasses further up his nose. Your eyes are restlessly taking all of him in. Scanning every crevice of his face for any unfamiliar bruise while assessing the state of his perfectly imperfect state of curly black hair. No signs of his double life.

"Sorry bro," says Heeseung, effectively breaking the spell between the two of you. Jake very begrudgingly removes his eyes from the side of your head before looking at Heeseung, who says, "You've got to wait your turn-"

Jake practically whines out loud, as petulant as a child when he throws his head back and says, "Can't you just dare her to fuck me? She is my girlfriend..."

"Interesting," Heeseung responds as slick as silver, "We all pegged you as a virgin type, way to prove us wrong."

Jake leans forward, his fingers drawing odd circles on your shoulder as he says to Heeseung, "You fucking-"

"Give my turn to someone else!" You rush to interject before Jake embarrassed himself in front of your entire department. When did he have the time to consume alcohol because he certainly is not sober?

You're bombarded by a flurry of conflicting emotions as you secure your hand around Jake's wrist and drag him through the party and up the stairs. Your face is utterly muddled as you try to sieve through your emotions of anger at him for ignoring your messages and for having to be a superhero. All the while, Jake lets you pull his him away, a lazy smile dancing on his face as he signals a thumbs up to passersby.

It is only when you're in the confines of the homeowners guest room that you're able to hear yourself think beyond the humdrum of hip hop music. Your head pounds with the force of your emotion and you're quick to pull Jake inside, before pushing him against the slamming door.

"Don't throw me around, I'll cum," He whines petulantly, melting into the door before squeezing his eyes shut. You give him a murderous glare as you crowd him against the door.

"No message back, Jaeyun!? You're utterly unbelievable-"

"And you're utterly gorgeous. Is this a new dress?" You slap away his hand away skimming the lining of your lace mini dress - an outfit you would've liked him to appreciate at the beginning of the night, before you found out he ditched you in favor of psychotic lunatics.

"All I ask of you is to follow through with checking in! Message me! Even if it's a freaking full stop or an emoji! Even if you're not in a position to type out a full sentence - which is complete and utter bullshit by the way, I've seen you and your high-rise selfies." You're unaware that Jake's slightly tipsy mind is flooded with nothing but lust and adrenaline from yet another successful day of protecting his city. He's swimming in the high of gratitude, which only multiplied once he got to lay eyes on you and your black dress, your slightly drunken hooded eyes, and your glossy, lined lips. Lips that are very firmly cursing him the hell out. He really tries to be a proactive listener and take your scolding but it once again goes straight to his dick, and his hooded eyes drift from your eyes, to your lips, to the warmth of your, to your unmarked neck, to-

"Are you seriously staring at my tits right now!?"

He immediately snaps his head up to you, inadvertently pulling you close towards him until your front was flush against his front. "Let me suck on them please- I've missed you so, so much today."

You could feel your defenses waning. A boyfriend like Jake was a dangerous thing to have, especially since he harbored the power to distract you so easily from your anger. Your mind is fuzzy as Jake lowers his lips into the crook of your neck while his fingers make careful contact with the skin of your thigh.

"Missed hearing your voice, criminals are no fun." He murmurs into your neck, already sporting that needy little of tone of voice that he knew would always succeed in getting you wet. "Missed hearing you, and smelling you," his lips drift against your neck, spraying warm kisses along your collar as a distraction from his hand slipping further up your skirt...

"Do you know how boring it actually is, half the time? I still have to make police feel like they're actually doing something so some moments I'm just perched on high rises, left to my thoughts" He presses a kiss to the supple flesh of your cleavage spilling out of the dress' neckline, "Do you know what I think about, pretty girl?"

You shake your head. You're only really aware of Jake's hands settled on your hip under the skirt of the dress as he lifts himself from your neck. There is a small smile on his lips as he is now the one pushing you backwards.

"I think about you. I think about kissing you," his voice is airy and teasing, "I think about hugging you," the back of your knees connect with the edge of the double bed which he effortlessly pushes you down on, "I think about smelling you, and feeling you and fucking you," Jake's movements bleed into urgency, at having you splayed on the bed. His hands are restless on your body as he lifts your skirt to push your underwear to the side, unable to divulge anymore time to undressing. He kneels his tall frame on the ground as he pulls your thighs towards the edge of the bed. Your knees are framing his face and he looks at you from between your shaking legs.

"P-Please, Jake..." all your anger and all your sensibilities have all melted away in the wake of your boyfriend blowing teasingly against your exposed core. The very sight of how utterly drenched you are sends Jake into a frenzy.

"Fuck, babe. Don't beg like that- I told you, you're gonna make me cum."

He is unable to keep his gaze off your glistening cunt and the arousal that he spreads against your inner thighs.

"F-Fuck I need to taste you-" serves as your one and only warning before he lowers his lips to your clit. You scream into the air, back arching off the covers as Jake sticks his tongue out and begins to lap furiously as your vagina. He encircles a large hand around your thigh, securing your pussy firmly against your lips with no escape. You're left to endure his needy whimpering as he kisses your cunt with absolute fervour.

"F-Fuck, I- I think it's too much-" You attempt to pull away yet again but this boy is strong and very fucking needy and he refuses to let you get away from his lips suctioning your cunt while his tongue delved inside...

Your hips immediately grind your pussy further against him, only eliciting a whorish moan from him before he quickly rises. His curls bounce as he nods profusely, "Fuck, yes, baby... use my mouth okay? Please, please, please-" by the third 'please' he's attached his lips to your pussy once more, brain utterly flooded with lust and satisfaction at the feeling of your hips pushing against his face. Your movements have him nosing your cunt, evoking another strained moan from you - a moan so dirty and slutty, is has him automatically bumping his bulge against the bedpost to rhythm of his tongue moving in and out of you.

"Are you going to cum for me, Pretty Girl?" He asks, swiftly replacing his tongue with his fingers which slide so easily into your slippery cunt it had him grinding further into the bed. "Fuck- you're taking my fingers so well, baby!" His glasses fog up and clear in intervals as he nears his releases. He honestly doesn't know whether to watch how your face contorts into the glory of your orgasm or whether to watch your cunt swallow his fingers.

"You're gonna cum by humping my fingers, aren't you baby?" He more so tells himself, egging his impending orgasm along with a slow, nod while his fingers spear in and out of your pussy.

"F-Fuck, I think I'm cumming-"

You're most certainly cumming a nanosecond later, and the sight of your parted lips and the sound of your words have Jake whining into the air before melting into his own orgasm from rutting against the bed. His head melts in between your legs, while he completely makes out with your cunt and his fingers continue to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body is floating.

Gone are the worries.

Gone is the sliver of anger.

You're vaguely aware that this might have been Jake's plan all along, but you can not even bring yourself to be angry. Not when he is delivering such sincere kisses on your quivering, aching cunt.

"What the heck are you doing?" You ask, panting heavily as you watch your boyfriend be so utterly transfixed by your vagina, he's taken to whispering to it.

"I think she wants me to cum inside her next time. She's saying you should go on the pill-"

You muster enough energy to roll your eyes before saying, "take your fingers out of me-"

"But I like having my fingers inside of you-"

"Jake-"

"And I'm sorry, okay?" He lowers his head to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, "I'm sorry for not responding to your message. I promise to check in. Always."

There is no stopping your heart from melting, especially not when he is around.

"Okay," you say with a shaky breathe, "I believe you,"

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a99jazzybean · 6 months ago

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Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 1: Unrequited Enemy

Masterlist/ Next Ch

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 3.6K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, drinking, obsessive tendencies, puppy-dog jayce

Jayce Talis…

You ground your teeth in frustration. Of course. He’s Heimendinger’s golden boy after all. And now you’re stuck being a TA with him in the aforementioned professor’s courses. You crumpled the paper listing your assignment in frustration. At least Viktor would be there too. A buffer between you and your unrequited sworn enemy.

Jayce Talis did not know that you held great disdain for him. In fact he didn’t know you at all. Oh, but you knew him. You knew that he kept beating you at everything you worked for. All of your efforts squandered when he decided to take them upon himself. It was infuriating. Consistently in second or third place, depending on if Viktor was also involved.

The thing was, Viktor was different. He was cocky, sure. But he held a special awareness of it. He KNEW what he was doing, calculated it. It’s why you didn’t mind the man as much. At least he understood his place. Jayce Talis on the other hand… saying he was oblivious was too nice. If he weren’t so fucking intelligent you’d call him a daft idiot.

It was infuriating, how easy it was for the man. And he didn’t even have the awareness to realize how easy it was. While you felt as if you were rock climbing with your bare hands, he simply walked up those mountains with ease.

What felt worse was how nice he was. You could maybe excuse it if he behaved like an asshole, but no. He had to try and put saints to shame with his outpouring of kindness. Always dropping whatever he was doing to help someone out. Maybe you wouldn’t be so mad if he hadn’t extended that kindness to you, but alas he had.

The first time was when you fell on your face in the university engineering lab. The tools in your hands clattering loudly as you attempted to stop yourself from breaking your nose. In the process you scuffed up your palms. Hissing as you pulled them up, palms red and stinging. Then the knight in shining armor that was Jayce Talis appeared in front of you. Guiding you up with strong hands on your arms. Taking initiative to grab a first aid kit to help patch up your minor wounds. You had insisted that he didn’t need to help, but he gave you sad eyes and said that he absolutely did. When your hands were disinfected and patched up, he kissed his fingers then lightly touched your palms. You felt your face grow hot at the tender interaction. He chuckled, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“My mom always says a kiss makes it better.”

The second time was also in the lab. You were struggling with tightening a bolt, cursing your lack of strength training. Then the golden boy placed a warm palm on your shoulder, asking to help. Without you responding he took the wrench and finished tightening the bolt for you. His lab partner yelled across the room for him in a thick Czech accent.

“I’m coming! Just had to help someone out.”

Before departing he beamed at you with a gapped tooth smile.

There were others but the most recent happened at a bakery you enjoyed frequenting. Of course, with your luck, Jayce Talis was there. Chatting up the cashier with his natural charisma. The woman batting her eyelashes as he spoke. When you walked up to the register, the smile on her face fell. A robotic customer service voice speaking to you. Jayce had greeted you, to which you responded with a nod. You tried not to look at him, lest he see your utter disdain. While you might not have liked the man, you at least had some decorum. Ordering a muffin you went to grab your wallet from your purse, then groaned. You could see it on your kitchen counter, you had forgotten to return it to your purse after paying bills online. There were some coins in your purse, but you didn’t know if you had enough. Before you could attempt to scrounge up change, the man beside you handed his card to the cashier.

“It’s on me!” He gave you one of his classic smiles.

“Thanks.” Again, decorum.

You left the bakery as fast as you could. Jayce had attempted to stop you, but you came up with an excuse that you were running late.

As you walked to campus chewing down the baked good you realized, it seemed to be the most delicious thing you had ever eaten. You wolfed the rest down, trying to remove the kind gesture from tugging at your heart.

Despite what you thought, Jayce Talis did very much know you. He knew a lot about you, despite rarely speaking with you. The man was absolutely smitten. Ever since he had helped you in the lab he tried his best to get himself into your life. It seemed like every attempt was futile, as if you had a force field that kept only him out.

Viktor had easily slipped into your life, the two of you having a respectful camaraderie with each other. Mel had also become a close friend of yours. It was just Jayce that appeared to be left out of your sphere. No matter how hard he had tried to push himself in, and it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Attempting to speak with you at the few parties you had attended. Somehow you always found a way to escape the conversation. He never saw it as you avoiding him, just that the cards were never in his favor. Ever the hard worker, he would not give up that easily.

When he couldn’t reach you directly he learned about you in various indirect ways. Typically through information fed to him from Viktor and Mel, and occasionally Heimerdinger. As he learned more, he fell more. So smart and talented. Always placing in the top three of your courses and in competitions. Standing next to you on podiums always had him beaming. He never noticed the irritation in your eyes as silver or bronze medals adorned your neck.

One day he had to admit it, he was obsessed with you. Viktor knew it, Mel knew it, you somehow didn’t. You didn’t even realize you were on his radar. Just silently fuming as your annoyance continued to grow. The two of you, both obsessed. Though it was for vastly different reasons.

Then Jayce finally got his opportunity. You had applied to be a TA for Heimerdinger. Jayce knew he and Viktor were shoo-ins, but he needed to make sure you got the third spot. So he might have subtly convinced the professor of your intelligence and drive, swaying the man to pick you for that coveted spot. When he received his assignment sheet he practically cheered in glee, his partner smirking in amusement at the man’s enthusiasm. He finally found a way to talk to you.

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“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk about him like this. I know he’s your friend…” You stood next to Mel. Leaning against a table in a small bar near campus. An unofficial TA mixer was being held that night and the woman dragged you to it.

“I’m well aware of your distaste for him… but you should give this a chance.” Mel had grown a bit tired of your one-sided beef. She was sure once you actually got to know the man your mind would change. You just never gave him the chance.

“Seriously?” You said incredulously. “A chance to just grow more annoyed.” You said before sipping the now warm beer in your hand.

“Well, he’s going to be coming tonight. And I’m sure he’s going to want to speak to the other TA he’s working with.” She said pointedly.

“He speaks to Viktor plenty.” You avoided her questioning gaze.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone. “Seriously, you’re going to have to work with him a lot this school year. Heimerdinger has almost 600 students per semester.”

It was going to be hard work, sure, but you believed you could manage with minimal communication between you and Jayce. Plus, Viktor would be there too. A third party to keep you from strangling the other man.

Speak of the devil… you thought as you watched the man himself enter the bar with Viktor. The latter of the two spotting you and Mel in the corner, giving you a wave. Jayce looked at you then spoke to Viktor. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, not that it really mattered to you anyways. As Jayce walked over to the bar, Viktor walked over to you.

“Evening ladies…” He said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips.

“How’s it goin’, V?” You asked.

“Eh…it’s been alright. Already looking forward to the semester being over.” He said.

“Aww, but I’ve been so excited to work with you.” You gave a pout, making him chuckle.

“Glad to know you see me as good company.” He looked over at Jayce ordering at the bar. “What about your other team member?”

Your face dropped, finger tapping on the glass in your hand in irritation.

“Don’t get her started.” Mel stopped you before you could speak. “I’ve heard plenty tonight, I would rather not get a recap.”

“A recap of what?”

The three of you were startled when Jayce seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He had four bottles of beer in his hands and offered one to you.

“Viktor said you prefer sours.” The man said with a smile.

You took the bottle from him, chugging down the rest of your other beer. Wiping your mouth as you sighed.

“Thanks.” You said.

Looking at the bottle you saw it was some mango sour from a local brewery you recalled enjoying.

Mel took a bottle that was offered to her. Then Jayce raised his in the air.

“A toast! To a fantastic school year!” He said enthusiastically. His gaze locked onto you.

You lightly clinked your bottle with the others before taking a large swig. The flavor was nice. The right amount of fruitiness compared to bitter notes.

Jayce had now moved to your side. His large frame towering over you. Despite the sweet smile he was giving you, it was intimidating. He had no idea how you felt about him, and that frightened you. Would it be better if he knew?

He stuck his hand out towards you.

“I’m Jayce, by the way.”

You took his hand and shook it. Ignoring the hot spark that flew through you at his touch.

“I’m aware.” You said cooly.

Jayce was taken aback at the bluntness.

“Oh, cool. You’re y/n right?”

You nodded.

“Yup.” You wanted this conversation to end as soon as possible.

Little did you know, the man beside you wished for it to last forever. His eyes roamed over you. He hadn’t been able to admire you this closely for a long while. You were beautiful, and he was not going to pass up this moment.

“So, are you excited for the school year?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Eh, kinda. It’ll be good for my resume to work with Heimerdinger.”

“Yeah! Are you planning on going for your doctorate?” Jayce had scooted closer to you.

There was nowhere else for you to go, on the opposite side of you was the wall. You were suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. The tall man pinning you in this unwanted conversation.

“Um…yeah.” You said, pleading to any deity to let you leave. Damn you, tact!

Viktor and Mel watched you two with amused looks. Your interaction reminding them of a dog trying to play with a hissing cat. You shrunk as close to the wall as you could be, while Jayce continued to lean forward, speaking enthusiastically.

It was getting warm, too warm. Nervous sweat prickling at your forehead. This was too much, HE was too much. Did the man understand the concept of personal space? Your hands flew up pressing against his chest. You lightly shoved him away.

“S-sorry, I need to get some fresh air.” You quickly removed your hands from him, speed walking outside.

Despite it being August, the humid temperature still managed to cool you. You caught your breath. Staring at your hands, you recalled how he felt under you. His chest was very firm, it was…nice. Shaking your head you attempted to remove the thoughts from your mind. No! You weren’t supposed to find him attractive. You despised him, held great contempt for him. He bothered you. So why did you feel so hot and nervous around him?

Jayce blinked in surprise after you pushed away from him. Enjoying the brief moment of your touch. He watched as you made your getaway out of the bar, then turned to his friends with a look of confusion.

“What was that?” He asked.

“You tell me.” Mel said, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Viktor glanced at her with the same look of amusement on his face.

“You two look like you know something I don’t.” Jayce’s brows furrowed.

“Perhaps…” Viktor trailed.

“Seriously guys, what was that?” The tall man was exasperated. Once again you slipped through his fingers.

“Should we tell him?” Viktor asked Mel.

“Tell me what?” The irritation in Jayce’s voice was growing.

“Hmm…I don’t know.” Mel toyed.

“Christ guys, please just tell me what it is. Did I do something wrong?”

Viktor walked up to Jayce and pat his shoulder apologetically.

��Jayce, do you really think your inability to speak with y/n was just mere coincidence?”

Jayce again gave him a confused look. Yes, that’s exactly what he thought. You had no reason to avoid him, or at least none that he knew of.

“I mean, she seems like a busy person. I didn’t think much of it…” His mind began to race, trying to remember all of your excuses when he tried to speak with you.

“You have barely been able to speak with her since freshman year of undergrad…” Viktor’s words punched him in the gut.

You had purposely avoided him. How he didn’t see it before, he didn’t know. No, he did. The man just lived in a world with rose colored glasses.

The look of sadness that formed on Jayce’s face made Viktor feel bad for providing the revelation. But, he knew it was going to have to come out eventually. Especially since he knew you would attempt to avoid the man despite having to work together.

“Why would she avoid me?” His voice cracked a bit.

“Maybe you should ask her.” Mel chimed in, attempting to take the burden off of her and Viktor.

Jayce looked to the door you had exited from. He geared himself up for the conversation that would surely crush his heart. But better to get it over with now than get attached while working together. He puffed out his chest in an attempt at faux confidence as he made his way outside.

You looked to the door opening as you leaned against the wall, still catching ragged breaths. The sight of Jayce making you jump, the action not going unnoticed by the man.

“Hey.” He said, his tone colder than before.

“Um, hi.” You replied awkwardly.

“Why do you always avoid me?” Sad hazel eyes looked into yours.

Oh. This was unexpected, and frightening. How did he not know?

“I don’t avoid you…” You lied. Your eyes darting away from his.

“That’s bullshit.”

“You don’t know me, Jayce. I haven’t avoided you. I don’t know what you’re reading into.”

“Yes, yes you have! And I do know you…somewhat.” He looked down, biting his lip.

That grabbed your attention. You never talked to him. How?

“You know me?”

“From what Viktor and Mel have told me, and what you’ve shared online.” God, he sounded like a stalker.

It didn’t feel like that to you. Instead you felt a pang in your chest. The damn golden boy, trying to be kind. To know you, even when you wouldn’t let him.

Oh god. It hit you suddenly, how terribly childish you had been. Four years…four years of running away because a man you avoided like the plague was your supposed “enemy.” You felt sick. This stupid petty vendetta, that wasn’t even shared by the man. How could it be? You didn’t let him know you.

“So, why have you avoided me? Did I do something to you?”

Were you willing to be honest to him? You felt like a mouse caught in a trap. So very vulnerable.

You couldn’t do it, opting to chew your foot out.

“I haven't avoided you, Jayce.” You said coldly. “I’m gonna go home. Tell Mel and Viktor goodnight for me…”

You began walking away. Feeling your chest tighten. God, this was so fucking stupid. Your naive actions digging yourself into a hole you didn’t think you could crawl out of.

A large hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You yelped in surprise.

“Hey! Please don’t walk away.” He said with pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Jayce?”

“The truth. I don’t believe you.” His grip was still on you. With his strength, you knew you weren’t going to escape his grasp. “I did tell you the truth.” You bit your tongue.

“Again, I call bullshit.” He leaned down, nose almost touching yours. A harsh glare boring into you. “You’re a shit liar.”

“I’m not a liar!” You hissed.

Your tense spat was catching the attention of people passing by. Some whispering as they walked past.

You tried to yank yourself away, but his hold was like steel. Keeping you in place, forcing you to keep this conversation going. His grip tightened on your arm.

“Please, I just want to know.”

“Why does it matter to you?” You pressed.

It was confusing why he was so passionate about this. You couldn’t ever recall Jayce behaving this brash.

“Because I like you.” Your eyes widened.

“You like me? Why? You barely know me.”

“No, I answered your first question. Now, you answer mine.”

You tried pulling away again. He shot you a look of warning and tugged you closer to him. The only way out was through, it would probably be best to be honest. Even if he would get hurt, you could clear the air.

“Because…” You tried to continue, voice cracking. “Because you’re my enemy…” You cringed at your response.

The man gave you a surprised look, then a breathy laugh.

“I’m your enemy? Seriously?” He said incredulously.

“You wanted an answer, there you have it.” This time you were able to whip your arm out of his grasp. “Now, are we done here?”

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn’t know how to feel about this newfound revelation.

“How am I your enemy? You said it yourself, we barely know each other.”

“No, I said you don’t know me. I know you, Jayce Talis.” You mustered up some anger to glare at him. He was still up in your face. A warm breath hitting your cheeks as he gave a laugh.

“How do you know me?”

“I-I just do.”

“And you have come to the conclusion that I’m your enemy? From vibes?” His irritation began growing into amusement.

This is why you were avoiding him? It was so silly, he needed to understand why.

“I answered your question, Jayce. Can I please leave? I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.”

You turned away, making your way back home. He wanted to reach out to you, but decided against it this time. He was going to get some answers out of your mutual friends, they clearly knew why you disliked him.

“Get home safe.” He said.

You felt the sincerity in his request, chest tightening. This was quite the start to the school year. One that would be spent in close proximity with the man you were walking away from.

Once he was back in the bar, Jayce charged up to Viktor and Mel. The two’s eyes widening as he approached. He appeared extremely flustered.

“So, how’d it go?” Viktor chuckled uncomfortably.

“Did you know?” Jayce pointed into Viktor’s face.

“Know what, exactly?”

“That she sees me as her fucking ‘enemy’?”

Mel and Viktor snickered. God, you were so childish at times. At least it was out in the open now.

“You did!” He glared at Viktor. “You knew and you never told me!”

“She asked us not to.” Viktor said. “As much as I am your friend, I’m hers as well.”

Jayce grumbled. While he didn’t appreciate being in the dark, he knew that Viktor was a good friend.

“Fine. She wouldn’t tell me why though.”

“It’s because you’re…” Viktor looked at Mel for assistance.

“Perfect. That’s the exact terminology she used in her description.” She said with a shrug.

“That doesn’t sound like enemy material…”

“Oh, she certainly thinks it is.”

“I don’t understan-” Mel cut him off with her hand.

“Look, she has an inferiority complex. You have managed to accomplish a lot, and she

feels that her accomplishments pale in comparison. Thus, she imagined up some petty

form of retribution through you being her enemy. I’m not getting my master’s in

psychology, so I can’t really dissect it. I’m sure she could explain it to you when she’s

ready.”

While not satisfied with the answer, Jayce accepted it. Even though your true feelings had been revealed to him, he surprisingly didn’t feel different towards you. In fact, these new revelations had him even more intrigued. He wondered if something was wrong with him. Now he knew he was going to dedicate his energy towards you even more. He was going to find a way to make you see him in a new light, he just had to figure out how.

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blahblahwritings · 2 months ago

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Collateral souls - 2

Hello! Here is part two. It made me realise that Chapter 1 could easily be skipped, but it helped ease me back into writing so theres that.

Chapters 3 and 4 are written but I want to edit them and write more first. Hope you like this one at least.

PART ONE

PART THREE

PART FOUR

Word Count: 1783

Chapter Two - Woken Shadow

Breath ripped through your chest like fire, burning your lungs as your eyes darted around the pod, taking in what little you could see from the small window. The restraints were cold and harsh, biting into your wrists and ankles. Tubes coiled around your limbs, sensors pulsing. Fear and panic gripped your heart and brain like a vice, your entire body going into fight or flight.

The pod was so small. The walls were too close. The lights glared down, blindingly white. The air was sterile and freezing. Voices filtered in, muffled and tinny through a speaker above your head. Panic surged. Shadows burst outward like a nuclear flash—cracking the pod open as the door flung itself into the wall.

The space fills with inky black shadow, shimmering and ethereal.

A shiver runs down Bob’s spine, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. The team stand on edge, watching intensely, each of them ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

Cameras are obscured by the shadows.

Silence.

Then a scream, loud and furious.

It cuts through the rush of doctors, the buzz of equipment suddenly cuts out. Alarms start blaring. Lights crack and explode sending shards of glass scattering across the floor.

Bob throws his hands up to shield himself, flinching instinctively at the sound. The room is cast in darkness, the only light coming from the pulsing red of the alarms.

The whole tower was in black out.

“Containment Failed. Deploying Lockdown Measures.” A robotic female voice sounded through the room. It doesn’t take a second before the team leaps into action. John and Bucky rush to the chamber door as you appear, standing in the center of the reinforced glass cage, shadows lowering to reveal you, eyes glowing a deep purple. You take one look at them, fear and something cold flickering on your features before falling backwards, disappearing into shadows.

Bob watches in abject horror. Yelena and Ava move, eyes scanning the room.

Alexei helps create a perimeter as doctors rush from the room but it quickly becomes apparent that it's pointless as you reappear seemingly phasing in from the shadows in the room.

You rush to Yelena, shadows like a tidal wave behind you that come crashing into the blonde the second she reacts. Punches and kicks are traded, shadows acting like an extension of you as they shield you from the assault of the team. You disappear again suddenly, gone from the room and apparating into the hallway.

The red light pulses, painting you in a violent stroke of crimson as you take off down the corridor. The team scatters in an attempt to find you. Val demands capture over termination which sparks an argument with John who believes they should bring you down hard. Bob shakes, unsure of what to do or how to help but he steps forwards.

“She’s scared—” Bob spoke softly.

John held up a hand to silence him.

Bob flinched, stepping back. His voice had cracked. He hadn’t expected anyone to hear him.

Then the rumble hit—low and deep, rattling the floor beneath them. Bob grips onto John as he loses his footing briefly and stands again. John rushes from the room shouting over comms to the rest of the team.

The team had split to cover more ground, not knowing where you'd slip through next—vanishing and reappearing like smoke through a keyhole. You slithered through the shadows like ink. Your eyes searched for an escape through what seemed like endless corridors. You would disappear, only to reappear in a pool of blackness in another part of the tower.

The white walls, the scent of disinfectant, cold and clean and detached. Flashes of memory invade your mind in fragments. HYDRA, the tests, the needles, the pain. Being caged for days and weeks at a time. You had to escape and you had to run.

You turn into what looks like a lab. The mirrored walls reflect the shadows that cling to you like a second skin. With each step, mirrors spiderwebbed and burst—shadows licking at the glass like fire given form. Pointed medical instruments and glass clatter to the ground around you.

Memories run rampant, the ghostly feeling of restraints gnawing at your limbs as you writhed on a cold examination table in agony. Whatever they had given you felt like it burned every nerve ending you had. Screams echoed off the walls, howling and alone in the haze of the past.

Suddenly, footsteps, fast and heavy behind you. A grunt as whoever it was moved to throw a punch but it was quickly blocked by a pillar of shadow, hard and solid now as you turned to look. John moved around it, ruthless in his attacks which were dodged expertly. Each one he thought would land was blocked by a shimmering shield right before his fist connected.

You rain punches down on him, but you’re no super soldier. You don’t harness the same strength he had. Each hit, although jarring, does little damage.

His legs were swept out from under him by an icy black tendril. You stepped back, eyes glowing as you locked eyes with him, head tilting as the tendrils restrained him, and held him floating in the middle of the corridor.

“What mission is this?” your voice cracks, raw and unused. John doesn't respond, eyes narrowing as he struggles for breath. Shadows coil around him, squeezing tighter. He felt his bones starting to strain under the pressure. “Where am I? What mission is this?” You repeat, louder now.

He speaks into the comms with his location before you reach out with your hand, a shadowy grip mimicking your movements, wrapping around his throat and cutting off his words. You close your fist and he feels the breath leaving him, his face turning dark as his vision starts to go fuzzy.

“S-Stop! This isn’t a m-mission,” Bob stammers from behind you.

You turn, releasing your grip just slightly. John sucks in a desperate breath at the slight relief. Your eyes fall to Bob, shadows slowly snaking along the floor and walls towards him, curious. You take a step towards him, an oversized sweater loosely hanging on his form.

He didn’t look like your handler. His voice wasn’t like theirs. It didn’t snap like a command. It trembled. It… cared? That couldn’t be right. That wasn’t allowed.

He swallows audibly, hands shaking but held up in a surrender.

“This isn’t H-HYDRA. You are safe here, you’re free. You’re not theirs anymore” He explains, eyes soft but fearful.

“A trick. A test.” You mutter, shadows suddenly moving in around him, but not aggressive. His eyes flash gold for a split second but it catches your attention, face fully turning to him as you narrow your eyes.

“It’s the truth” Bucky calls out from behind John who was still suspended in the air. You tense, eyes still locked on the man in front of you. That voice. You recognised it. Even 14 years later. Which meant HYDRA was still behind this.

More footsteps, three sets. One heavy, two lighter. With a wave of your hand, black walls suddenly raise around the four of you in the lab, preventing anyone else from interfering.

“If you’re here then this is HYDRA, Soldat.” You turn, eyes cold, jaw tense as they lock on his, glowing with energy. He stiffens at the name. A flicker of fear runs over your face, through your veins. Shadows twitch at your sides.

“It's not. I’m not him anymore. This is New York. You’re not- you don’t have to be scared anymore.” Bucky tries to reason, dropping the knife in his hand, arms raised to mimic Bob’s. He takes a tentative step towards you.

“I know what it’s like to be made into a weapon.” He sympathises. You hesitate, shadows recoiling slightly as your powers stop writhing under your skin. “You don’t have to do this anymore, you don’t have to run or be afraid.” Another step closer as he reasons. Your eyes flick to his boots as he moves, then back to his face. “Let him go...” He says low, gesturing to John. “And I can prove it to you.” He finishes.

He didn’t look like the weapon they used to bring into your cell. No tactical gear, no mask, no blank stare. He stood without the rigid tension you remembered—shoulders looser, breath steadier, like he wasn’t waiting for a command. When he spoke, his voice had weight, warmth. Not the clipped, cold monotone of someone reciting orders, but the voice of a man choosing his words.

But it was his eyes that shattered the illusion. They weren’t empty anymore. No void, no calculation. Just...human. Brimming with something you never expected to see in him—guilt, yes, but also gentleness. Recognition. A flicker of pain. A question.

Understanding.

Your whole body is in conflict. Shadows whisper softly to you, telling you the whereabouts and conversations of the three outside the black walls surrounding the lab, telling you about every breath and shift Bob took, about each muscle John was using to try and fight against the grip you had on him. Your mind raced, every fiber of your being telling you to keep fighting and keep running.

Exhaustion was starting to seep in. Blood trickled from your nose and over your lips. A hand comes up to wipe at it. Your eyes flickered from a deep purple to their natural colour. Shadows gently withdraw from John, the walls come down from around the lab and seem to absorb back into you.

Could you really be free?

The red pulsing light still flickers over the space. Yelena, Ava and Alexei rush forwards, in front of Bob, Bucky holds up a hand signalling them to stand down. You cautiously step backwards as John is placed back on the floor, heaving in air. Alexei pats him roughly on the back.

Heeled footsteps click against the tiled floors. Valentina. She appears, tablet in hand, eyes reading something. The lights flicker back on, the red swapping out for a blinding white, illuminating everyone in full detail.

“Y/N L/N. 28. Taken from her family when she was 14 to undergo HYDRA experimentation. Subject is enhanced with the ability to manipulate shadow. Approach with caution.” She reads outloud. You turn, confused as you look at Valentina, eyes narrowed. “Looks like we decrypted your file just in time.” She approaches with a fake smile, sharpened with years of practice. “You, my little devil, are our newest recruit. No more HYDRA. No more handlers or conditioning.” She places a hand gently on your arm. Shadows hiss softly in your ears.

“Come with me.”

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rottenpumpkin13 · 11 months ago

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AGSZC who has the messier room? the cleanest?

Sephiroth and Genesis are the neat freaks of the bunch. Angeal is a compulsive cleaner, Cloud doesn't have a choice but to keep his space clean while he's in the army, and Zack is relatively clean and keeps his space organized....he just has his days. Like the time Angeal said he would inspect Zack's room as soon as he got back from his mission, but the room was no where near ready to be seen by human eyes.

*LOCATION: the land where organization goes do die, a.k.a Zack's bedroom*

Zack: Man, this is bad! Angeal comes back in three hours! How am I gonna get all this cleaned up by then??

Cloud: Relax. It's not even that bad.

Zack: Really?

Cloud: Totally. Lots of people have...a fort made out of pizza boxes, a deflated basketball used as a cereal bowl and....is that—is that a Sephiroth cardboard cutout tucked in your bed??

Zack: Shh, he's sleeping.

Cloud:

Cloud: Okay, there's no other way to do this. You need help.

Zack: I do.

Cloud: Which means we have to bring in experts to get the job done.

Zack: .....oh no....not THEM!

Cloud: Yes, them.

*Cloud opens the door*

Cloud: Oh good, you're here.

*Sephiroth and Genesis are standing there with cloths around their heads, surgical masks, yellow gloves, and all the cleaning supplies in the world*

Sephiroth: We heard there was bacterial growth.

Genesis: And uncleanliness.

Sephiroth, holding up his label maker: And objects that need to be organized, labeled and filed.

Genesis: And an opportunity to use my brand new disinfectant.

Zack: Wow, guys, I really appreciate this and all, but it's a heavy job. Are you sure you're willing to help without freaking out?

*They move inside the apartment*

Sephiroth: Nonsense, Zack. No job is too hard when it helps a friend.

Genesis: Yeah, and besides, it can't be that bad.

*Cloud opens the door to hell*

Genesis: OH MY GOD HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Sephiroth: THE Ḅ̂ͬ̐ͪ̑͌A͔̗͚͍͛̈̂̒͟͢͝ͅ_̵̡̰̫ͤͬͧ͟͟C̘̫͌̆ͦͧ͌̓̄̚T̴Ē̡̛͕͈͓̬̮̐ͩ̓̈ͥ͂͆ͧ̓ͫ͜R̵̡̡̳̩̻͍̠͍̫̙̥̗̻͙̼͉ͪ̏̅ͥͭ̈́͛̂̄́ͦ͗͛͂ͧͤ͊̕͡Í͕̂ͭͫ��̶̸͎̮̩̤͍̹̻̬̩̀̏̇̇ͮ̇͋̄̀ͮͪͧ͠͞Á̸̧̢̡̘͈̝͙̻͙̖͍͍̖̉ͮ̕͞ͅ

Zack: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T FREAK OUT!

Genesis: We're not freaking out. This is....normal.

Zack: Really?

Sephiroth, walking inside the room: Yes, it's completely fine and healthy to not be able to see your own floor—*Sephiroth trips on broken bongos and face plants into a pile of stuffed animals*

Zack: Hey! My bongos! I was wondering where those went.

Genesis: See? We're organizing things already.

Sephiroth, resurfacing with a cat plushie: I'm taking this one as payment.

*Cloud is sweeping the floor next to a pile of dirty laundry. Suddenly the pile moves*

Cloud: ...

*The pile moves more*

Cloud, panicking: ...

*The pile moves towards Cloud*

*Cloud yells and starts beating the pile with his broomstick*

*Cait Sith jumps out of the pile*

Cloud: !?

Cait Sith: Oh-ho-ho!

*Cait Sith sprints away and out of the room, never to be seen again*

Cloud: What the heck??

Zack, coming up behind him: What?

Cloud: A strange, robot cat was in your laundry just now.

*Sephiroth walks up to the pile of laundry and takes it to be washed*

Zack: Cloud! Don't be mean! Sephiroth is only trying to help!

Cloud:

*Genesis opens Zack's closet door to clean, a skeleton dressed in a red leather coat and wig falls on top of him*

Genesis: WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS!?

Zack: Leave Skelesis Bonesodos alone. He isn't hurting anybody.

*Cloud is laying down spread eagle on a clean part of Zack's floor after Sephiroth mopped it up*

Cloud: This is so nice. I didn't even know you had heated flooring.

Zack: I HAVE HEATED FLOORING?

Cloud: Yeah, why??

*Zack dives under his bed and pulls out a pile of melted marshmallows*

Cloud: What the hell is that??

Zack: It was my marshmallow Stamp statue. Now it's just a pile of mush!

Cloud: Why would even keep that under your bed? You could attract mice.

Zack: Nah, I've never seen them, so I'm probably good.

*Sephiroth crawls out from under Zack's bed*

Sephiroth: You have the most lovely, welcoming mouse family living underneath your bed.

Zack:

Sephiroth: We're almost done here. Zack, why don't you and Cloud go get some fresh air while Genesis and I finish up here?

Cloud: Are you sure?

Genesis: Positive. Besides, only I can add the finishing touches. You boys go have fun.

Cloud: Alright! Come on, Cloud, let's go get Angeal.

*They leave*

*Genesis pulls out a box of scented candles*

Sephiroth: You want to put fire in Zack's bedroom?

Genesis: These candles will set the perfect mood with their apple cinnamon scent. Do you have a lighter?

Sephiroth: No.

Genesis: Does Zack have a lighter?

Sephiroth: Angeal confiscated Zack's lighter after he accidentally set his own eyebrows on fire.

Genesis: Rats.

Genesis: I don't have my bangles with me. Why don't you use your materia to light them while I go get my camera? I want to photograph my work.

Sephiroth: Alright.

*Genesis leaves the room*

Sephiroth: Lighting candles with materia sounds unsafe.

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: Oh well. What could possibly go wrong?

*Zack, Cloud and Genesis are walking back inside Zack's apartment, leading Angeal*

Zack: You're gonna be so proud, Angeal! The room looks spotless!

Cloud: And Zack did it all on his own.

Genesis: HUH?

Zack: Yup! All on my own!

Genesis: MOTHER FUC—*Cloud tackles Genesis to the ground before he can spill the beans*

Angeal: I'm proud of you, buddy. You applied yourself and stayed on track. I can't wait to see how your room looks.

Zack: :)

*Angeal opens the door*

*Angeal closes the door*

Angeal: Call the police.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #storytime

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buildwithrobots · 2 years ago

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#uv disinfection robot

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chaos-chloe · 1 month ago

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Goodwill Chronicles

Summary: The irl shopping bit stream ?

TW: Mod!reader, Friends to lovers?, admiration

The fluorescent lights of Goodwill flickered, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic racks of discarded clothing. Droid, bless his cotton socks, was sweating bullets. He wasn't built for thrift store chaos. His face, usually a picture of serene composure, was scrunched into an expression of mild bewilderment as he navigated a mountain of floral print dresses.

"Guys, are you sure this counts as content?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled by the phone strapped to his chest. The phone, broadcasting their IRL livestream to a rapidly growing audience, gave the whole scene a surreal quality. Pezzy, perpetually clad in bright neon and sporting an eternally cheerful grin, bounced beside him. Puffer, a gentle giant who looked perpetually uncomfortable in his own skin, trailed behind, his eyes darting nervously. And Grizzy, ever the pragmatist, was muttering about bacterial loads and the sheer volume of polyester.

"Of course it's content, Droid!" Pezzy chirped, grabbing a sequined vest. "It's 'Thrifting with the Droids'! Pure gold!"

I, meanwhile, was having the time of my life. Rummaging through racks of faded black lace and ripped denim, I was in my element. Goodwill was a treasure trove for a gothic heart like mine. A black velvet corset? Score. A pair of combat boots with enough buckles to launch a small spacecraft? Jackpot.

My laughter echoed through the aisles, "Ooh, look at this!" I chirped, holding up a black velvet corset embroidered with crimson roses. Droid, ever the dutiful cameraman, swiveled his head – and the attached camera – towards me. He was mid-stream, his feed titled "Goodwill Gauntlet with the Bois!" to a surprisingly large audience.

"Alright, chat," Pezzy announced, his voice slightly muffled by his fear-induced curling, "We're here at Goodwill, trying to find… uh… something redeeming."

His attempt at humor was largely met with groans in the chat. I snorted, already elbow-deep in a rack of discarded dresses.

"She's already winning," Puffer cackled, pointing his spiky finger at my progress. "Look at her, diving into the depths of discarded gothic fabulousness!"

I unearthed a tattered lace shawl and held it up, grinning. "Gothic treasure hunt in progress! You wouldn't believe the stuff people throw away."

The guys groaned and continued their own, less successful searches. Pezzy was currently trying to disinfect a slightly stained Garfield plushie. Grizzy was trapped between a mountain of denim jackets and a display of mismatched teacups. Puffer, predictably, had started a small argument with a mannequin wearing a questionable Hawaiian shirt.

"This isn't really our vibe, is it?" he muttered, his eyes fixed on a particularly offensive Hawaiian shirt.

"This is worse than the time we tried to assemble that IKEA bed," Grizzy grumbled, his voice synthesized but still conveying pure misery.

I laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that caught Droid's attention. He panned the camera towards me, catching me off guard. I was examining a pair of lace-up boots, a mischievous glint in my eye.I was holding up a tattered black dress with a skull print, a mischievous grin on my face. Suddenly, the chat exploded.

"OMG IS THAT MAMA MOD?!"

"MAMA MOD SPOTTED!"

"LEGIT MAMA MOD AT GOODWILL?!"

"SHE'S EVEN GOTHER THAN I IMAGINED!"

"QUEEN! BOW DOWN, MORTALS!"

"Mama Mod spotted!"

"The goth queen has arrived!"

"Protect Mama Mod at all costs!"

My cheeks flushed. Okay, maybe I hadn't realized how much I was ‘Mama Mod’ in Droid's chat. I managed to stammer, "Hey, guys! Just… uh… helping the boys find some good deals."

Droid, bless his robotic heart, lingered the camera on me a little longer, highlighting the dramatic kohl eyeliner and the carefully ripped fishnets. Then, he focused back on the chaos that was his friends.

Pezzy, who was trying to decipher the chat comments, squeaked. "Wait, Mama Mod? You're… you're the Mama Mod?"

Puffer howled with laughter. "Dude, she's been moderating your chat and you didn't even know?!"

Grizzy, free from the denim, looked genuinely impressed. "She's got those ban hammers for a reason."

My cheeks flushed. I was Droid's main moderator (but I do hop into the other guy's chat), his right hand, his... Well, we'd been dancing around the edges of something more for a while now. Seeing the chat light up with adoration, and the faint blush creeping up Droid's neck, was both exhilarating and slightly mortifying.

Pezzy and Grizzy, ever the opportunists, started reading out some of the more outrageous comments.

"’She could wear a potato sack and still look like a goddess’," Pezzy read, winking at me.

“’Is it just me, or does Droid look like he’s about to spontaneously combust?’” Grizzy added with a snort.

I giggled, playfully pushing Grizzy. “Alright, alright, enough about me. Focus on the fashion fails!”

As the boys read out the increasingly ridiculous messages from the chat ("She's the Gothic Queen of Goodwill!", "I'd sell my soul for a thrift store date with Mama Mod!", "Protect her at all costs!"), I giggled, trying on a long, black velvet dress with bell sleeves. The dress was a little large, but with a belt, it would be perfect.

But as I turned back to the racks, trying on a fingerless lace glove, I caught Droid's eye. He'd abandoned the livestream for a moment, his gaze fixed on me. There was something different in his eyes, a warmth and intensity that went beyond polite admiration. It was a look that stripped away the carefully constructed barriers we'd both erected.

I tried on the tattered dress, pirouetting in front of an old mirror. As I turned, his eyes locked with mine again. This time, his gaze lingered, a silent conversation passing between us. It wasn’t just admiration I saw; it was a deeper connection, a yearning that mirrored my own. His aura, usually calm and contained, seemed to crackle with an undeniable energy.

As I continued to rifle through the racks, trying on more outfits – a ripped band tee, a faux leather jacket with silver studs, a pair of fingerless gloves – I couldn't help but notice Droid's optics following me. His aura, usually a steady hum, seemed to vibrate with a new, almost tangible energy. The camera dutifully followed, and the chat, of course, ate it up.

Goodwill shopping with ElasticDroid and the boys just got a whole lot more interesting. It seemed someone wasn't just moderating a chat anymore, and that someone might just be developing a crush. And honestly? I wasn't entirely sure I minded. After all, who could resist a robot with gothic tastes and a burgeoning crush on his Mama Mod? This Gothic treasure hunt suddenly became a lot more rewarding.

#frouse #fanfic #frog house #twitch streamer x reader #youtuber x reader #clooless #elasticdroid #elasticdroid x reader #elastic droid x reader #x reader #reader insert

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atm-sctey · 5 months ago

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FUCKKK..FUCK FUCK FUCK.

ALIX?! ALIX?!?! HELLO???

She would check around the sanctuary and then leave to the city, she would run all around trying to find her,

ALIX?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! wow, she sounded terrified.

[The robot perked up, tapping the neutron's shoulder.]

- I think someone is looking for her...

Sigh... of course. And just as I disinfected everything.. Go. Set her in the trash.

[The bot nodded and picked Alix up, setting her unconscious body in the dumpster.]

#atom goobers!!!#atom society #alix as #algol as #callisto as

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scramblescrew · 1 year ago

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good morningg/afternoon/nightt 💗! , can i request a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader where basically the reader gets hurt badly during a battle with eggman and shadow patches her up and gives her cuddles <3.

((With Pleasure, 💗 Anon!))

/TW: a few descriptions of blood and injury\

Shadow the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader: First Aid and Cuddle Scenerio

(Romantic(?) Fluff)

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

_________Getting injured________

- you had been on several missions before and only had gotten minor injuries

- neither of you had expected one of Eggman’s Badniks to actually get a good hit in

- while Shadow was taking on a majority of the bigger threats but you made sure no stray badnik took a cheap shot on him

- as the robot waves dwindled down, you made the mistake of letting your guard down and turned to see the red eyed hedgehog finishing off the robots that were rushing towards him

- As Shadow turned to look at you, his eyes widened as two Buzz Bombers flew up behind

“Y/N!”

- Shadow launched forward, trying to save you from the things shooting at you

- unfortunately, you had turned just in time to be shot in the side and shoulder/arm. Sending you flying into Shadow’s arms

-bl**d gushed down your arm and onto the ground in a steady river of crimson. Lucky, the blast slightly cauterized a few blood vessels so bleeding out would take a bit longer than normal

-but it still needed to be addressed….NOW.

—Addressing your injury—

- after rushing you back to safety (your home), Shadow quickly got a med kit, then started disinfecting and bandaging the wounds

- thankfully the wounds weren’t that deep so gauze and bandages were applied to stop the bleeding

- but unexpectedly, even with quite a few wraparounds with bandages

- blood still soaked into the bandages enough that red was appearing on the top layers of the bandages

- Shadow quickly removed the gauze and bandages then re-bandages the wounds

- the bleeding eased up but there was a bit of blood still

-But for now, it would do…..

- you were wincing in pain still so your worried partner got you some painkillers then picked you back up

- shadow then took you to your bed and laid you down in it, getting in with you shortly after

————The Cuddle Session————

“Y/N….I’m so sorry…I should’ve been there…”

“Shadow, it’s ok! We’re both alive and doing pretty ok!”

- you two comforted each other as an outpouring of memories from your pasts emerged.

- Shadow talking about Maria and his fears about losing anyone of his other loved ones again

- …he couldn’t bare to lose you too… not after everything you two have been through and done together!

“Y/N, Seeing the blood and your pain…the memories all came flooding back again…ones I wish I could heal from…I can’t let you go…I can’t lose you-“

“And you won’t lose me…Shadow..honey…some scars don’t heal, Maria was your best friend..your sister…and there was nothing you could’ve done that would’ve made the outcome any different……”

“You’re right…I love you, Y/N..”

“I love you too…remember that she and I will always be here for you in one way or another…and that you can still live for her sake…”

-Shadow smiled as you told him about your life, the ups and downs, the trauma and possible healing, everything-

-that was until you finished talking and looked down

-you saw that your partner, the usual reserved and grumpy hedgehog had nuzzled his face into your neck and had fallen asleep with a look of relief and ease plastered onto his face

-you chuckled, and using your not injured arm, smoothed out any stray quills and patches of fur

-you hummed a soft tune as you too succumbed to sleep, albeit still in a bit of pain

——————BONUS!!———————

-Shadow woke up and reached his hand out, hoping you were still in bed…you weren’t.

- Shadow shot up, his eyes open and mind fully aware, you weren’t in bed, your place in bed was still kind of warm so you had to have gotten up very recently

- The immortal hedgehog teared up as he freaked out and got up and started rushing to the bedroom door-

- you were now suddenly in the doorway, leaning against the frame in a fair bit of pain with two cups of coffee and a small pouch in your hands.

“Y/N! You’re injured, you shouldn’t be out of bed! Come on- come lay down!”

“Darling, I just went to the kitchen and made us a little something! Just a little coffee for us two!”

-Shadow had taken the cups and pouch, setting them down on the bedside table,

“Doesn’t matter, now lay down!”

-You did as he said and got back into bed and into a comfortable position

“The larger cup and the pouch are for you, take ‘em.”

-Shadow looked at you for a second before taking the cup and pouch,taking a sip from the cup and going to his side of the bed, “….thank you, Y/N…”

“You’re welcome…I know you like your coffee..!”

“Yeah, I do.”

((IDK- I heard Shadow liked coffee and went with it!!!))

UP NEXT: Black Cat! Reader x Bishops (Platonic)

#shadow the hedgehog #taking requests #sonic the hedgehog #Shadow the hedgehog x reader #x reader #fluff #reqs open #request #so adorable #tw injury #tw blood #follow this blog for more #more coming soon #up next

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i-am-not-the-riddler · 11 months ago

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Butterflies?

Arkham Riddler x Reader: word count, 912. Okay but Eddie getting kinda flustered when you tend to his wounds.

⚠️CW: mention of blood, a little fluff, Eddie realising he’s a human being and not a robot

The sharp clatter of metal echoed through the dimly lit workshop as Edward worked intently on his latest project - a series of robots designed to carry out tasks with ruthless precision. His brow was furrowed in concentration, the soft glow of the monitors casting shadows across his face. You stood nearby, cataloging his latest notes, eyes glancing up occasionally as you tried to follow the intricate process of his genius.

He muttered to himself under his breath, words slipping into riddles as they often did when he was particularly focused. You’d grown used to it by now, the way his mind seemed to work on an entirely different plane from anyone else’s. It was part of what made him so fascinating—and so infuriating at times.

Suddenly, there was a sharp intake of breath from Edward, followed by a low curse. Your head snapped up, and you saw him clutching his left hand, blood already seeping between his fingers. The pliers he had been using lay discarded on the floor, a tiny smear of red marking where he had dropped it.

"Edward!" you exclaimed, rushing over to his side. "What happened?"

He grimaced, holding up his hand. "Just a... minor miscalculation," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Nothing I can’t handle."

You frowned, not buying his nonchalance for a second. The cut was deeper than he was letting on, a jagged gash running across the side of his palm. Blood dripped steadily onto the floor, staining the metal surface beneath him.

"That’s not ‘minor,’ Ed," you said, your voice firm as you grabbed a clean cloth from the nearby table. "Sit down."

He looked as if he might protest, his pride clearly wounded as much as his hand, but there was something in your tone that made him pause. Reluctantly, he sat on the edge of the table, still holding his bleeding hand in front of him.

You carefully took his hand in yours, your fingers warm against his cold calloused skin. His blood smeared slightly against your palm, but you ignored it, focusing on the wound. “This is pretty deep,” you murmured, pressing the cloth against the cut to slow the bleeding. "You should’ve been more careful."

Edward scoffed, though it was half-hearted. “I’m always careful,” he grumbled, though the tightness in his voice gave away the sting of the injury. His eyes flicked down to where your hands were gently tending to his wound, his breathing slightly uneven.

A strange flutter stirred in his stomach, something unfamiliar and unwelcome. It wasn’t just the pain. It was… something else. The way your fingers brushed against his skin, the care in your touch. It made him feel exposed in a way he wasn’t used to. He frowned, trying to brush it off, attributing it to the adrenaline and discomfort.

You reached for a bottle of disinfectant and some gauze, your movements practiced and efficient. As you began to clean the wound, Edward winced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his eyes stayed locked on you, as if studying every small detail of your face—the furrow in your brow, the way you bit your lip in concentration.

"You don’t have to do this, you know," he said after a long pause, his voice softer than usual. "I could’ve handled it."

You glanced up, meeting his gaze. “Maybe. But you don’t have to do everything on your own, Eddie.” Your voice was gentle, almost too gentle for someone as sharp and calculated as him. "It’s okay to let someone help once in a while."

He blinked, momentarily thrown off by your words. For someone who prided himself on solving every problem, it was strange to hear that. Stranger still that it came from you, his assistant, the one person he could always count on for efficiency, logic, and order. And yet here you were, tending to his wound with a softness that was unsettling in ways he couldn’t quite articulate.

The flutter in his stomach returned, stronger this time. His mind scrambled to rationalise it. Perhaps it was just the rush of adrenaline wearing off. Yes, that must be it. It had to be.

As you finished wrapping the bandage around his hand, your fingers brushed against his wrist, sending an unexpected jolt through him. He tensed slightly, trying to suppress the odd sensation that seemed to crawl up his arm.

"There," you said with a small smile, tying the bandage securely. "All done. Just try not to reopen it, okay?"

Edward looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers slightly. The bandage was snug, the bleeding had stopped, but his focus wasn’t on the injury anymore. His eyes drifted back to you, lingering a little too long on the way you smiled at him, the way you stood just a little too close.

“Thank you,” he murmured, the words coming out awkwardly, as if they didn’t quite fit in his mouth. Gratitude wasn’t something he was used to expressing, especially not in moments like this. Vulnerability was a puzzle he had never solved, one he hadn’t even wanted to.

You tilted your head, your smile softening. "You’re welcome, Ed. Now, let’s try to get through the rest of the day without any more accidents, okay?"

He nodded, his mind still reeling from the strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. As you turned back to your work, he let out a slow breath, rubbing his bandaged hand absently.

The flutter in his stomach hadn’t gone away.

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