#step two in pal's plan: bEG

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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Hwang in-ho ( the frontman ) x reader.

A/N: this will be a multi series. haven’t proof read

Warnings: nothing. I’m sure if you watched squid game you’ll be fine with this.

opening: you have been working alongside gi-hun for years after he came out of the games, after hearing his story it connected a few dots from your older brothers disappearance. After arriving at the games you found out that both of yours and gi-hun’s tracker implants have gone missing, you came face to face with your biggest nightmare… playing the game.

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After playing red light, green light you hoped that you didn’t have to wake up the next day, you had no clue that a simple children’s game could have that amount of blood and death in it. After agreeing that you would join gi-hun’s plan, he told you all about the rule that ‘when your eliminated, your gone for good’ you didn’t really believe him but now you definitely do.

a part of you also wondered how long your brother survived.. a day? two? three? you wish you could of just slapped him silly and got him a job in your coffee shop. But- here you was awakening by the sound of classical music playing out of a speaker and metal squeaking as all the players started to move around in their bed.

you woke feeling not tired at all, not even doing the usual ‘rubbing your eyes and yawning’. Probably due to your lack of sleep or the amount of trauma you got from the day previous.

“y/n.. hey.. y/n” you heard a voice, a familiar one.. a frantic gi-hun was standing next to your bed, tapping your arm. “gi-hun, you okay?” you said which gi-hun replied with a shrug as he looked around at the players. “your telling me that everytime we wake up we’re going to hear that music?” you huffed, looking up at the speakers. “trust me, that should be the least of your worry.. I still can’t figure out how they managed to get our tracking chips” gi-hun said, now looking at you with a face of absolute confusion.

“players please line up in two cues to get breakfast” a woman’s voice from a speaker said in her usual happy tone. “come on, maybe a bite to eat will make us think” gi-hun proposed hitting the metal post of your bed, waiting for you to get up and join a line.

upon waiting in the cue, you and gi-hun got a load of looks and whispers.. few that said “look there’s the mad man” , “do you think they are a couple?” , “a nearly died because of that punk shouting”. you both ignored them and soon enough you received a bread roll and a carton of milk.

“hey y/n.. take my milk, you know my stomach doesn’t take it well” gi hun said, handing over his carton as you both took a seat on some steps next to jungbae and dae ho. you got to know the guys after red light, green light, gi-hun introduced jungbae to you saying that they were friends outside the game and well dae ho.. introduced himself to group after hearing over the discussion on what the next game could be which will now happen after the big vote that went on. That’s right. The vote. most of the players after red light, green light started begging to let them go and it ended with a massive vote to either stay or go and of course majority said stay.

“excuse me..” a voice approached the group, your wasn’t very familiar with it but after looking up it was the guy that came over to gi-hun after the vote, young-ill his name was.

“you all wouldn’t mind if I joined this group? a lot of players are talking about the next game being a team game. most of the groups formed already are teams of five and there are only four of y-“ young-ill said before getting dramatically cut off by dae ho “yes! you look very strong and have good thinking! reminds me of a pal i had when i was in the marines!” he said, putting his arm around his shoulder and patting his head.

you laughed, finding the situation of how dae ho was younger than young-ill and still acting like the oldest funny. “of course, take a seat” gi-hun said, his tone not one hundred percent certain on this guy as he gave you a look of ‘keep a eye on him’.

“I say why not! what about you y/n can 001 join us?” Jungbae asked to which you just shrugged and looked over at the group “I don’t mind..” you said which got a kind smile off young-ill.

“Well welcome welcome double one!” dae ho said, looking over at young-ill as he took a bite out of his bread roll. “ah.. Thank you” young-ill replied, taking a look at everyone but lingering on you suspiciously long. “I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation before.. wanna take my milk too? I’m in the same situation as 456” young-hill said, looking over at you.. passing his carton of milk over to you.

You looked at him for a moment before shaking your head with a smile “thank you, but I think dae ho wants it more than me” you replied, pointing over to dae ho who was staring at the milk carton like he was an lion eyeing up its prey. Young- ill understood and nodded passing it over to dae ho instead.. his smile dropping almost like he was planning to give you the milk from the start.

“All players please make your way to the game hall.. the next game will be starting shortly” an announcement called out from the speaker which gave you a fright, spilling the milk that you was drinking on yourself. “fuck!” You groaned out of annoyance, taking your zip up jumper off and throwing it besides you as you and your team stood up.

you started to walk to the game hall before young-ill couldn’t help himself but approach you “you’ve got some- may I?” He said, pointing to your chin which had a white stripe of milk running down it. how embarrassing. Before you could answer young-ill had already brought his jumpers wrist and wipe it off for you.

“there you go..” he said, looking at you with a kind smile. “thank you, I didn’t realise- that could of been embarrassing” you said getting a little too flustered in the moment, you couldn’t lie to yourself he was attractive. “ah.. it was nothing, don’t thank me.. okay?” he said, looking up at your eyes before glancing down to your lips in a quick motion. you nodded, noticing the look and shaking the intimate motion off completely by hitting his shoulder and walking ahead “we’re going to be late! come on!”.

young-ill watched you walk off out of the door, now being left in the holding room with a bunch of guards. “whatever you do, keep that one safe..” he said, which in return got a bunch of nods and with that he walked out the door too.

Part two

// ahhh! okay this was my first ever fic on here and why not make it a inho x reader because that man is the death of me at the moment. hopefully part two won’t take long to come out since I do have coursework to do and all but also let me know if you guys have any squidgame one shot ideas you’d want to request me to write :)

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Request: Hello!! Good morning/afternoon/evening/night. I would like to request platonicDad! Lilia vanrouge headcanons please! If you do do this tysm!!

Hi! Good morning, afternoon, evening, or night to you too! Thank you so much for the request! I wasn't sure if you wanted biological daughter or adopted daughter so I'm doing adopted. If that's not what you wanted just tell me and I'll do a bio one too!

!Platonic!Dad! Lilia Vanrouge x Adopted Daughter

Lilia found you on his doorstep mere days after he took Silver in. He was still a bit iffy on the whole 'raising a human child' thing so at first he had planned to take you off to a human village and leave you on someone else's doorstep there. However, when he found you it was night and he thought it would be best to wait until morning to make the trek so that night you stayed in the Vanrouge cottage.

You were laid on a blanket on the ground next to Silver (he didn't have a crib yet) to sleep. The blanket rested a few feet away from Lilia's bed so he could keep an eye on Silver, and now you as well, without accidentally stepping on the two of you when he gets up at night.

Contrasting to how he found you on his doorstep, wailing and crying, you stayed perfectly silent the whole night. It took him a moment after he woke up to realize the lack of crying, but when he did he freaked out thinking you'd somehow made it out of the room and possibly even out of the house. He immediately sprung out of bed: whipping his head around frantically.

That's when he saw it. On the blanket, huddled together, were you and Silver. He stumbled over to the two of you, the adrenaline quickly fading from his body, before collapsing onto his knees. Breathing a sigh of relief he reached out to brush a small, wispy strand of hair out of your face. He knew he had no right to freak out since he was planning to hand you off later that day, but he couldn't help it. It was the 'new father' instincts (or so he told himself).

Right as Lilia was about to get up to prepare a basket and note he was stopped by a tiny little hand wrapping around one of his fingers. He looked down to see you smiling sleepily and gripping his index finger with one of your chubby baby hands.

He didn't end up handing you off that day.

When Lilia rarely decides he's going to let someone into his life he loves and cherishes them like they're the very thing that keeps him going and you're no exception.

As Lilia raises you alongside Silver he makes sure you never feel out of place in the home.

That means he makes sure to quadruple his cooking just to make sure everyone has enough to eat and can still have extras :) (How the two of you lived only the sevens know).

If you're like Silver and say you want to become knight, he'll start training you to become one. However, whether you say that or not, you're at least getting self-defense training.

I don't see Lilia being one of those overprotective dads that's bordering on a helicopter parent.

He'd be really supportive of you no matter if it's coloring quietly in your room or venturing out into the forest to have a wrestling match with your bear pal (he will make sure you have a helmet though (safety first))

When you're old enough to start dating he'll only do a bit of the whole 'intimidating your partner' thing, but only as a joke (tell that to the threatening glint in his eyes hiding under his goofy tone as he tells the person he was kidding).

Anything and everything you make gets hung on the wall and never gets taken down (no matter how much you beg him to take down that cringy old drawing you made).

You'll never have to worry about doing your hair. Lilia says that he learned to tie it up in all those cute styles from when his hair was long, but you know dang well that the great war general Lilia Vanrouge was never french braiding his hair into a heart (and the old books hidden under the bathroom sink, pages tattered and worn from being repeatedly flipped through and studied are pretty telling too).

Even when you were too little to do so well and with a steady hand, Lilia has always let you paint his nails. The look on Baur's face when he first saw Lilia walked into his house with sparkly rainbow nails, the polish appearing to be more on his fingers than anything was priceless. However, any questions he had were answered as the little girl with adorably done hair, a frilly little dress covered in dirt with equally as dirty jeans under it, and a big toothy smile (minus her front teeth) came skipping through the door with muddy Silver.

When the time finally comes that Lilia and Silver head off to Night Raven college along with Malleus and Sebek, Lilia is hesitant at first. He only finally leaves after weeks of convincing him you'll be fine. You'll be attending the school in the castle town and living in a dorm only a few minutes away from where Sebek's parents live.

He makes sure to call you every night to check in, the call often including not-so-surprise guests such as Silver, Sebek, Malleus, and a few times even his friends from his club (though they think you're his niece or cousin or something).

If you come to the cultural festival he makes sure to get you front row seats to his performance and give you a full tour of the campus after the show.

He only introduces you to his friends if you happen across them or directly ask to meet them. He doesn't want to interrupt this rare father daughter time unless you want to. Otherwise, he'll give you his full attention and make sure to remind you how much he loves you and is proud of you.

With Lilia as a father, you'll never have to worry about being unloved or unworthy. No matter your grades, interests, or hobbies, he'll be there supporting you every step of the way. All he asks is that you be true to yourself and always keep your old dad in your heart (He's so dramatic. As if anyone could ever forget or stop loving such a wonderful dad)

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Crush

dean winchester x fem!reader

2.6k | angst, fluff

summary: operation, have you and dean actually get along. that is all sam begged and pleaded to happen. though, it worked better than he initially had hoped.

sam believed that if he rolled his eyes anymore, they’d get stuck at the back of his head. he loved you, don’t get it twisted. it’s just that when you and dean were in the same room, things seemed to get a lot more. . . aggravating, to say it lightly.

the winchester brothers had met you around three years ago on a hunt in washington. a pesky demon is what brought you all together. well, it was more or less you and sam. dean was just an added on bonus that wasn’t really a bonus because you wanted to slap him across the face every ten seconds.

you and dean winchester hadn’t gotten along since the jump, and sam could easily vouch for the statement since he’d been in the middle of the lengthy feud for many years. dean was cocky, stubborn, and always had to be right, something you couldn’t stand. as someone who strived on being independent, a man like dean was a thorn in your side.

for years, anytime sam called you to help on a case, or you three were in the same place at the same time, you and dean would always end up in some kind of fight. whether it be his idea was better than yours or dean’s constant need to blare his music in the car it didn’t matter. you would always fight and sam would always dream of cutting his eyes out with a blunt butter knife

this hunt wasn’t any different. a witch had been using the residents of a small town in mississippi as her personal test dummy’s. droppings bodies left, right, and centre. so with a call from sam, you hopped on a bus and met the two brothers at their motel in kentucky, ready to join the hunt.

dean always teased you for not having a constant form of transportation, but you weren’t a douche who rode in a classic muscle car. especially one who was attached to it as a baby is to their bottle, so his digs just went completely deaf to you.

knocking on the winchester’s motel room door, sam greeted you with a gleaming smile on his face. arms extended for a hug, you cuddled into his chest and rested your head by his shoulder, catching a glimpse of dean shovelling a mini pie into his mouth.

when the older brother caught your eye, he just scoffed. hands moving to cross over his chest as you stepped away from sam and did the same.

“we really don’t need her help sammy.” dean practically snarled, mouth tilting up in a devious smirk. “she’s probably already got plans with all her little pals on the bus.”

sam just sighed, already mentally prepared for the kindergarten level digs you two were going to throw at each other. he almost left the room as he watched your shoulders square and your jaw clench. “oh very funny dean.” you retorted, hands resting in your pockets so you didn’t choke the man. “why don’t i just go slash all your tires? then maybe we can be bus buddies.”

“don’t you dare even think about touching my baby!” dean’s finger had lifted in the air in a pointing motion at you, and sam felt his hands lift up and slap against his thighs. “oh dear god, you guys are killing me! there’s people who need are help, and you two fighting like an old married couple isn’t going to help them.”

the sour look on your face when sam mentioned you and dean in the same sentence as married couple could’ve been made as a reaction photo, yet sam and dean didn’t acknowledge it as they led the way outside and to the infamous chevy impala.

nothing could ever prepare sam for the long car rides with you and his brother. it was either copious hours of bickering or a tense silence that had sam so uncomfortable he questioned if walking was a good idea.

this time the silence was so thick, sam genuinely reached his breaking point. Years of breaking up your arguments and having to be the middleman drove him to a dire conclusion; he needed to get you and Dean to like each other.

the plan was truly fool proof. force the two of you to work on the case together and boom, all the arguing and petty fights would be a faraway memory. sam had to contain his grin when he mentioned that interviewing the families is more of a one person job than going to the morgue. his grin didn’t leave his face even as he mentioned that he was better with comforting grieving families than either you or dean.

no words were spoken between you and dean in the car ride towards the morgue. in all honesty, you never knew what to say to the man. he was always angry, finding something to get mad about and always finding a way for it to be your fault.

truthfully, maybe that’s why you hated him. he never let you explain yourself, always jumping to conclusions and blaming you for the smallest things. if it wasn’t for his quick temper and communication issues, you’d probably have a huge crush on the man.

it was dean winchester at the end of the day. and as much of a dick as he was to you, you witnessed those moments he had with sam or with a family member or victim on a case where he wasn’t an absolute dickhead. it was sad really, how much dean hated you. sam spoke up and down that you and dean would be a great duo, yet you never got to prove him right or wrong since his older brother couldn’t go five minutes without arguing with you.

although, something you weren’t aware of was that dean’s thoughts were very similar to yours. he didn’t know why you got under his skin, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you for weeks after you would leave.

the man knew there was nothing wrong with you. he was just stubborn, and pushing people away before he got too close to them was his specialty. what if you became someone special in his life? what if because of that, you died, and then dean would blame himself for the rest of his life.

it was easier to keep you at an arms length than to get too close, and yeah sam would say he was being childish, but dean didn’t really care. you hating him and staying alive was better than him meaning something to you and that being the reason you were dead.

the trip to the morgue was awkward for the better part. you were trying to rid your mind of any thoughts you had on dean in the car and the man in question was trying his best to remain a good foot away from you. both of you could tell that something had shifted in that stupid ten minute car ride, but neither of you wanted to bring it up.

sam knew something was up when he met with you and dean again. it wasn’t even close to his end goal, but he knew that he was getting close to the feud between you and dean to finally be over.

his final shove was suggesting that you and dean check out the home of moira carlson while he goes to talk to the sheriff in charge of the murders. an argument raged on, but begrudgingly, you and dean left together to go investigate the number one suspects home.

dean had gotten to the home in under ten minutes, and now you found yourself and dean sneaking around the back of mrs carlson’s home to slip in the back door.

a scoff could be heard behind you. and as you turned around, you saw dean with an exasperated look on his face. “jesus woman, can you breathe any louder?”

the pettiness of dean’s complaint just had you rolling your eyes, turning back so you could make your way to where the sliding back door was; unlocked thankfully.

moira carlson’s home definitely screamed evil witch who enjoys killing people. occult items and witchy like items were sprawled around the living and dining room. a big pot in the kitchen alongside weird looking herbs also tipped you off. you would’ve mentioned how cliche all of this was if dean didn’t drop and shatter a statue like a dumb ass.

“are you serious!” you exclaimed, whipping around to look at dean’s hunched figure, trying to clean the broken pieces of the statue in a hurry. “can you not be a complete oaf for one damn second?”

the eldest winchester just laughed humourlessly, standing back up with all the broken pieces in his hand. “i’m not the one stomping around like an ogre. she can be home for all we know.”

“coming from the guy with the cinder blocks for shoes.” you scoffed, both you and dean looking down at his monstrous boots. “all of this complaining is really rich coming from you, dean winchester.”

it seemed that at that very moment, dean had enough of your guys’ bickering. with a wild look in his eye, dean flew off the handle in a way that you probably wouldn’t be able to describe in full accuracy ever again. he started off with a disbelieved “really!” and then ranted on for longer than you ever could’ve pictured.

“how is it possible that you think i’m the one always complaining, miss whines a lot.” your eyes buggered out of your head as you looked on past dean. “you know, i’ve been keeping my cool for sammy’s sake but you are really a piece of work. i know i’m not the best person to be around 24/7 but cmon, can you not try and be civil for once?”

he kept going. yet you weren’t focused on whatever dean was saying, for moira carlson, in all of her evil witchy goodness, was coming up behind dean with a spell on her tongue that did not look friendly at all.

“dean.” you muttered, watching as the now ghastly looking woman got closer. he didn’t listen though, just threw his arms in the air and let his hands reside on his hips like a child. “oh so mature y/n. go on and interrupt me-“

“get down you idiot!” your body smacked down to the floor just as the witch threw dean across the room. poor bastard didn’t even have time to turn around. attempting to take shelter behind the sofa, you grabbed on to dean’s sprawled body and shuffled across the floor while trying to shoot at mrs carlson.

somehow, you got the two of you behind the sofa, propping dean in a sitting position before resting your body over the couch so you could take a shot. dean was frantically texting sam, warning his brother about what danger you two were in while wheezing in the air that got knocked out of his lungs.

with a mighty wave of her hand, the witch blew the couch into two pieces. dean’s body slumped back to the floor, too bruised and in pain to allow the man to even move a muscle. a loud cackle could be heard as mrs carlson moved in on dean, ready to deliver her final blow.

she was about to, if it wasn’t for your gun going off at the perfect time and striking her right in her forehead. the woman slumped to the ground beside dean, the man in question shimmying as far away from her as possible before you rushed over and propped him up on the nearest wall.

“oh god.” you mumbled, watching as dean nearly coughed up a lung. you knew he was okay, he took worse beating than this. it was just the fact of seeing him get thrown around like a rag doll that had an emotion bubbling to the forefront of your mind. one you never thought you’d experience towards dean.

waving you off, dean sat himself up straighter and took a deep intake of air. “i’m okay y/n, it’s fine. though you probably just saved my life.” dean all of a sudden had the realization that he didn’t need to be so closed off all this time. you could easily handle your own, and having someone like you would probably be the best thing that ever happened to him.

a sheepish blush rose to your cheeks as dean stared at you longer, and suddenly, you realized that maybe the man wasn’t as bad as you initially thought. deep down, you cared about him. yeah, you two could fight like cats and dogs, but so does everyone. at the end of the day, you would always be there for dean and he’d do the same for you.

“i’m sorry for how i’ve treated you these past couple of years.” your random word vomit had dean snapping his head up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared at your nervous features. “i know you have your own way of doing things and i shouldn’t pester you about everything. it sucks that you probably still hate me, but can we please work on us-“

“i never hated you.” dean cut you off so quickly it was almost like he couldn’t bare hold down those words any longer. your nervous face turned shocked, and suddenly dean had the confidence to say what he always wanted to. “ever since i was young, every person i’ve ever cared about either leave’s or dies, and i somehow just knew that you were special the first moment i met you.” a somber smile appeared on your face, and you found yourself moving closer and closer to dean as he continued to speak.

“i’m sorry i never gave you a chance sweetheart, but would you give me one now?” you didn’t have to be asked twice, for in an instant you perched yourself in dean’s lap and smashed your lips onto his.

dean didn’t take long to reciprocate your actions. hands moving to go around your waist and nestle in your hair while your own gripped tightly onto his t shirt. dean’s mouth was exploring all the places he wished he could’ve kissed you sooner. your soft lips, all around your face. when he moved on to placing sloppy kisses on your neck, you felt the vibrations of his voice against your skin as he kept mumbling. ‘so perfect’ and ‘you’re so beautiful, everything i could ever dream of.’

unknown to the two of you, sam had just walked in the front door and was ready to defend you all against the destructive witch. though to his surprise — and slight disgust if he was being honest, he stepped into the living room to see you and dean behind a destroyed couch. the two of you were heavily making out and dean just put it upon himself to wrap his one arm around the underside of your ass, hoisting you further up on his body and giving it a firm squeeze in the process.

“well fuck.” sam mumbled to himself, slightly gagging up his salad from lunch as he watched dean pull your head back by a tuft of your hair and start leaving trails of hickeys down your neck.

“yeah, that’s enough of that.” the youngest winchester just silently mumbled to himself as he walked back outside the front door, leaving you and dean in the middle of a random house to sort out all of your pent up feelings in a way he definitely shouldn’t be seeing.

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Late Night Calls ∙ Na Kamden

Bf!Kamden x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Work Count: 1.9k

CW: Drinking, Reader has star tattoos, Na Kamden is whipped, he is so down bad, like severely whipped it’s adorable, cuddling, Kam stripped at one point (non sexual), it’s just bunch of fluff

Synopsis: After a long night of losing drinking games and having fun with his friends. Kamden just wants to go home to Y/N and their warm cozy bed. Getting him there has its challenges for everyone involved.

Kamden was out with his friends on a random night. He wasn’t planning the on getting drunk but hey the night was young and to his demise one of his pals gets the brilliant idea to start playing a drinking game, the one where the group assigns each person a word that said person doesn’t know what their word is and when you say it you have to take a shot along with every time after that as well and last one to say their word wins and the game is over and your people can stop downing shots. So they assign words and they give Kamden "ah!" something he used a lot to let people know he understood what they were saying along with just a filler word, they picked it knowing that he would be doomed. He is the first to fail, no one is shocked. So he does his shot and realizes that he is not going to be as sober as he thought he’d be at the end of the night.

After having a night of fun and Jiho winning the game the guys try to get him home. It took them an hour just to get to the building of his shared apartment with Y/N. Which was like a new record since the walk was normally 15 minutes or less depending on the time of day.

They had struggled getting him this far due to him stopping in his tracks every time he saw something that made him think of his loving girlfriend "Oh me and Y/N love this place. she always looks at the cute stationary when we go!" or "Hey, that's the place me and Y/N get Korean BBQ all the time!" along with "oh oh look at the stars, they are so pretty. They remind me of Y/N cause of her eyes and her tattoos and about how she got me my necklace" he explained while he stopped walking and looked up at the night sky, his hand fiddling with the star charm hanging around his neck.

So now that he was finally at the building, along with his tired dongsaengs, they just had to get him up to the apartment. But when he saw where they were he started getting really happy and began talking about Y/N even more. Which would be fine if he would keep walking as he talked but at last his friends were not that lucky and they were starting to accept defeat. Kyrell did what one of them should have done in the first place.

Called Y/N. She was already wearing her comfy pajamas and in bed with a movie on when her phone started to buzz

"Is everything ok, Ky? You guys are out pretty late this time. Having fun?" She asked, tossing a piece of popcorn she had made to go along with her movie, into her mouth.

"No. Kam would've been home an hour ago if he wasn't drunk" Kyrell explained while rubbing his temples as he watched Brian and Jiho try to motivate Kamden to walk up a couple more steps.

"Drunk! Like drunk drunk? What happened? Kam said he was just going to get tipsy and that he would be fine." Y/N was already setting her bowl aside and getting up to put on her slippers knowing she wasn't going to bed anytime soon

"Well you're right but, Brian had the 'amazing' idea to play a drinking game and here we are. So could you please come help us get him up the stairs?" He begged because he was tired and despite knowing his own girlfriend, the sweetheart she is, would stay up until she knew he was home, safely in bed and giving her cuddles.

“Huh? You guys are in the stairway? Why can't you get him up here? Is he okay? Is he hurt? What did you do to him, Kyrell?!" she headed out the door and started making her way to the stairwell

"No Y/N, he's fine. Ky isn’t at fault this time. Kam's steady on his feet right now, he just won't shut up for two seconds to start walking" it was Jiho talking this time. Seeing Jiho address Y/N on the phone made Kam notice who Ky was on the phone with

"Y/N? Is that you?" he said trying and successfully taking the phone from Ky

"Did you see the stars tonight? They are soooo wonderful!" He went on as he leaned forward against Brian

"I told the guys how they made me think of you, cause stars are our thing, ya know. And then I showed them that shop we like and the place where we get K-BBQ and the place where you get those second hand clothes and" Y/N had a shit eating grin on her face as Kamden continued giving a play by play of their adventure back home. He was a sap and a yapper normally but he got 10x more sappy and yappy when he was drunk and it was adorable.

She entered the stairwell and looked over the edge. They were only two flights down from her, so not as bad as she thought. Y/N could hear them from here and see Kam hanging on Bri as he kept yapping to her on the phone. She continued to listen as she walked down the steps. Finding it very endearing how he could just go on and on about things that most people wouldn’t think to be interesting.

The guys saw her coming down the steps so they gave up on trying to get him to move again and just waited for rescue. She finally gets to where they are standing between floors and smiles, giving the guys a wave. Kam’s back was to her as he remembered how he got this intoxicated

"Oh, Y/N, the guys were so mean. They made me lose the game and then I had to keep taking shots cause they were too good at the game. They are just a bunch of meanie heads. I wish you were here to make it better." he pouts, still thinking she is just on the phone with him. She had hung up the phone already once she got to the resting spot where they were at in the stairs but he was too busy chatting to hear the call end. Y/N held in a chuckle trying to keep quiet as she steps closer to Kam and wraps her arms around his waist to his front giving him a back hug

"Ohhh were they not playing fair? That's not nice of them now is it. I’m here now so no need to worry." Kam jumped a little and turned around to see Y/N. His eyes went huge like big goldfish orbs. The guys laughed seeing how much Kam adored her

"Y/N!!! you're here! Oh I missed you" he picked Y/N up because of how excited he was

"Wow there big guy. I missed you too" He sets her down but his arms stay around her as he pushes his face down into her neck giving her a big hug. Y/N pats his head with a gentle smile on her lips

"Ok boys I think I got him from here. Go home, text me when you’re there, and get some sleep, alright? Thanks for bringing him home in one piece" They say their goodbyes along with good nights and head home. Y/N gets Kam into the apartment eventually. And once his shoes are off he shuffles to their bedroom without another word.

As Y/N shakes her head at his antics she walks into the kitchen to get him a glass of water and some meds for in the morning. She has a feeling his head most likely will be pounding when he wakes up tomorrow. Kam had managed to take his socks off along with unbuttoning his jeans but was struggling to get his shirt over his head. He huffs and gruffs not knowing Y/N has entered the bedroom yet. She goes to set the provisions on his night stand and quietly chuckles.

He keeps trying to get it off but with a final huff he just warily sits down on the edge of the bed with the shirt over his head and his arms trapped within it and waits. Y/N usually knows what he’s thinking but right now she was at a loss. So, she walks up to him, careful not to spook him

"Aye love, why are you just sitting there?" He flinches at her voice not knowing she was in the room, then moves his head to face where he thinks she is in front of him, his arms following his head movement

"I’m stuck." he explains in a defeated tone.

"Yeah? I see that but why are you just sitting there if you're having trouble with your shirt?" He's so adorable it makes Y/N’s chest hurt.

"I’m waiting for you" he says sweetly as he wiggling his fingers that are sticking out the shirt cutely as if wanting help and attention

"Oh you poor thing let me help you" she teases softly and pulls the shirt fully off his arms and head, moving to toss it into the bin. She turns back to see that he has stood up to slide his jeans off and now is left in his boxers. He breathes out a huff of relief now feeling comfy that he doesn't have his outside clothes on anymore. Then without a second thought flops right into the middle of the bed with a 'oof' and he starts wiggling around to get comfy and warm under the covers. Once he is satisfied he looks back at Y/N who is still standing there taking in everything that just happened.

"Get in. I wanna cuddle" he reaches his arms out to her wanting her in their bed too

"You're a dork, you know that?" That's all she can say. Because he is a dork, an adorable, sweet, cutie pie, pookie, fluffball of a dork and most importantly he is her dork. He pouts and keeps his hands out to reach for her

"Come on, babe. I'm tired of being the oldest in a group of guys that know my weak points too well and now I just wanna be spoiled and get cuddles" she laughs and moves to get in bed with him

"oh aren't you just a big old baby, huh?" He smiles big and ignores her teasing as she finally scoots in the bed next to him. He wraps his arms around her and nuzzles into her chest finally being able to go to sleep now that he has his Y/N. She looks down at him and is filled with warmth and happiness to her core that the person in her arms is him.

She plays with Kam’s hair as they start to calm down. His breaths start to even out showing that he is now asleep. She knows that in the morning he'll be all shy, feeling bad but Y/N won't mind. She loves when he's like this, all mushy and carefree she doesn't mind taking care of him and she knows he would do the same for her if she ever wanted to get drunk. She thinks about this as she slowly drifts off to sleep in Kamdens warm arms.

- The End

[museincarnate]

THE END OF PEACE...

(The beginning of a grand story, told by museincarnate and @dragvnsovl)

Approximately a year after two Saiyans, Shuen and Torno, had managed to prevent the end of all of existence, at the hands of an ancient being called Svandur, peace had become somewhat commonplace, in the universe of Sol-Lago. A point of origin for the Paradox and Mighty Saiyan, the majority of their lives had been spent battling with one another; leaving them unaware of the universe around them. With a newfound, lasting peace, the duo took it upon themselves to explore their own universe, studying its vastness, and the beings that inhabited it.

However, briefly after their imprisoning of Svandur within the Eternal Hourglass, which once housed Kronus, who fused himself with Svandur to allow existence itself to be saved, the duo of Shuen and Torno had met a Lagomorph woman named Tater, and a Luparian named Tazz, who both quickly became essential parts of their lives, in their own ways; the former traveling with Torno and Shuen, on their researching expeditions across Sol-Lago, while the latter had taken to the company of Hakkona and Yujin: Torno's daughter and Shuen's son, who had both amicably ended their relationship with each other, after they had their second child together.

During one of Shuen, Torno and Tater's expeditions, Hakkona and Tazz had made plans to go to the mall together, while Yujin stayed home to take care of his daughter, Aitez; the two women having meant to go shopping together, but not managing to, partly due to how often small, criminal activities earned their attention, to be settled. Arriving to the mall, the Saiyaness had already managed to spot a sign near the entrance of one of the clothing stores on the upper floor, and quickly pointed up at it, so that the Luparian could see it, too!

"Tazz! They have a sale going on! I heard the clothes you can get there are pretty cute, and even compliment physiques like ours!" Obviously making a friendly compliment towards Tazz, the Buff Gal was moreso excited about apparel that fit her and Tazz's remarkable, muscular frames, while she'd already begun heading towards the escalator that connected the lower and upper floors to each other. "Come on, we have so many places to check out!" The Saiyaness's tail would seem to sway about rather giddily from the moment the duo entered the mall through its automatic doors, while Hakkona had to keep herself from excitedly taking the Luparian's hand.

Entering a mere few moments after the two women, however...

A hooded figure, with his face obscured from anyone's immediate view, kept his gaze locked upon them, while he'd trailed them since before they'd even reached the shopping center's doors. Pocketed hands kept most of his features further hidden from the wandering eyes of anyone around him, as he kept his movements and distance deliberately inconspicuous. The sway of the Saiyan woman's tail would draw further focus from the unidentified figure, as she and her wolf-like friend began their ascent of the moving stairs to the next floor; leaving him to wait until they'd reached closer to the upper floor, to step onto the contraption himself, and follow them even more.

Unaware of anyone near them, however, Hakkona would keep giddily ushering her Luparian gal pal towards the store, while she'd already started eyeing up a few clothing items that she thought would look nice on Tazz; hoping that she had a good understanding of her best friend's taste in fashion. When approached by an employee, and inquired about needing any assistance, however, the Buff Gal, for her sheer size and intimidating appearance... Clammed up; her cheeks turning pink, as she shook her head awkwardly. "U-Uh... Not at the moment, n-no! U-Unless you need something, Tazz?" Glancing at Tazz, Hakkona was practically begging her to help her escape the interaction, since she was rather socially shy, with strangers.

Offside, outside of the store, the hooded figure's pocketed hands had balled themselves into slight fists, as he walked away from the proximity of the two women; remaining, however, within a range that he could still see them, while he acted as though he was looking at other stores.

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 3,172

Tw: use of drugs, drugged reader, attempt assualt, mention of age-gap.

Summary: You wanted to got to the party, so Leon came up with a plan. But it quickly backfired to something Leon would regret for life.

𝙸𝙸𝙸.

Leon curses under his breath, not knowing why you’re tempted to go up to the guy and introduce yourself to him—didn’t you just say that you hated men? Even Leon could tell that in your first meeting, how you turn him away. No one ever turn him away, not even his greatest enemies.

Every time Leon is out to a visible sight, you scold him and ask him to stay behind you. He just wanted to shove you to him but then he remembered, he’s awkward with women just as you were awkward to starting a conversation with a guy.

Two people met that’s awkward to interact with their opposite sex.

Leon mutter encouragement to you, his tone uninterested but tries to hide it. You think Leon supports you with your judgement, trust me. He doesn’t, he can’t shake of some feeling.

As if the brunette guy is bad news.

The following day ended, and class ended yet again. With you dejected and sulking, Leon watch you eat your lunch when lunch already ended. You spend your lunch time trying to gather courage but didn’t and now, here you are.

Ranting to Leon and shaking him aggressively, as if he’s so convinced that violence is your love language. You accepted defeat and stood up from the bench, where you and Leon sat together, “I’ll be back, getting another drink from the cafeteria.” You said and walked away, Leon watch you—finally inside the cafeteria and bought your drink.

Then a figure came up to you, it was that guy.

Leon squint his eyes, stood up and slide your bag to his shoulder—he doesn’t know why he’s being extra protective when both of you were just college student, heck—Leon is older than you, seven years age gap.

Your conversation with the guy was a bit awkward, but he has a great communicating skill and overlook your awkwardness. “We’ll be hosting a party, all students are invited so me and my pals came looking for you to invite you.” He said, catching a glimpse that Leon’s finally behind you.

You were stunned, you were mesmerized by his smile and his voice (although Leon’s is so much better, but go girl) you accepted the invite immediately, without thinking that your father and step-mom would even agree to let you out.

“expect me to be there!” you said, then coming home in a panic and throwing all your problem to Leon, who clearly doesn’t even know if he’s a therapist or your bodyguard anymore.

“You can’t go.” Leon said, “your father said no parties.”

“Fuck!” you curse and flop down to your bed, clearly throwing a fit. “can you talk my father about it, please?” you beg, looking up at Leon’s icy blues. Leon shakes his head, “not a chance, princess. That would mean that I’m questioning his orders.”

You groan and hit your head with the pillow, “I’ll ask him myself!” and you did, got downstairs and barging into your father’s office with your step-mom in his lap, they flinched and the woman got off of your fathers lap.

You twitch and want to throw your high heels at them, you refrain of course. You badly wanted to go to that party, they even said that Sarina will be there—so a familiar face will keep you comforted in the party, “Father.” You start and walk towards his desk.

“may I go to a friends party?” you asked, your voice polite and this was the first time you asked your father anything, it’s always been him gifting you without you asking because he’ll always spot you looking at items in the mall then buying it for you—maybe because he thinks you’re shy, no?

“No you c—” step-mom’s got cut off by my father, “I mean, honey. This is the first time you asked me for anything, if it’s your happiness. How could I say no?” he said, you jump in excitement thinking that he said yes, but there’s a catch. “But dear, the outside is too dangerous for you. The reports hasn’t stop and it worries me that you might get targeted.”

“I can protect myself, isn’t that why I learn martial arts?”

“Even if you do know how to protect yourself, facing the situation for the first time will leave you stunned and weak. You have no experience in the streets, you have experience on the field where you train and take down opponents who had consent to fight you.” Your step-mom pointed out, and you don’t want to argue but she’s right.

Thanks to them, you haven’t encountered those type of things, they keep you safe here in the confinement of a house that’s been barely a home to you. They have money, they can buy whatever you asked but you feel like a bird in a cage.

Only singing and attracting limited audiences, a golden cage where you—the bird, sit pretty and shielded from the world. Even if you call it a Golden Cage, it’s still a cage, right?

“You can go.” Your face light up when your father said that, “but you have to take Leon with you, if not. No party.” Your step-mother added, you frown and storm out of the room.

Leon follows when you bump into him at the door, he’s been standing there and observe you. He doesn’t step in because it’s between family.

You felt so suffocated in this house, every wall feels like it’s shrinking and trying to crush you slowly. You hate it here, hate every décor and stuff that you have. You wish to have your mother here, comforting you and singing you your favorite lullaby.

You heard you name called out and a knock on the door, “princess?” it was Leon, he came in and sat at the edge of the bed—keeping his distance as he watch you sulk and be sad in your bed. Wanting to root away and have no life.

“Your parents do have a point.”

“I know…” you said in defeat, your voice hardly let out those words as you were trying to hold tears.

“But it’s just so suffocating, if I take you with me. I’ll ruin the mood, because it’ll be uncomfortable to have an agent standing guard and following me all the time.” You mutter and rolled yourself like a burrito with your blanket, you eyes teary as a tear slip to your temple.

Leon wants to wipe those tears away, really. He felt an ache deep in him, seeing you in pain and sharing your burden to him made him feel sympathy towards you—even though you mistook his gaze as pitying you.

“I have a proposal.” Leon said, his tone remain the same, “you’ll go to the party, but you have to update me every thirty minutes,” he said, “but I need you there in the party.” You mutter, sniffling and sitting up and remain a burrito.

“I know, but we have to make them think that I’m with you in the party.” He said, gesturing you to scoot a bit closer, “perfect timing that the D.S.O needed me for something.” He added. Soothing your back as you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I just have to keep updating you every thirty minutes, hm?” you asked to confirm, Leon nodded and took out his phone and asked for your phone. He sets it up to 30 minutes timer so you’ll know when to update him and when he’ll know you’ll be texting him.

“If you don’t text me, I’ll barge in to the party and take you home.” He added and chuckle at his own words, you nodded and hugged him. “Thank you so much, Leon!” you said and gave him a small peck on the cheek, you don’t even know why but you’re too enthusiastic to care.

This made Leon smile, seeing you happy because you’ll have time to be with people whom you’re familiar with in a party. Your friend would be truly shock if she sees you without your bodyguard and that your parents agreed to this.

A few hours later, you two arrived at your destination. Leon used his motorcycle to take you to your party, you were so excited that you were humming and being all giggly the whole ride.

“Remember, update me every thirty minutes.” He said, you nodded, “yes, sir!”

“Don’t drink too much alcohol, in fact—don’t even drink alcohol, a cocktail is fine.” Leon said and you gave him the helmet you wore back. “If you’re into trouble, hit me up, okay?” he spoke in a worried and low tone. Showing that he’s worried and not wanting you to be in great danger.

You nodded and waved him goodbye as he left.

You entered the venue and people are already drinking and playing games, Sarina’s at the table talking to someone. Her attention was snapped away and shrieked, “oh my god, girl!” she said and walk towards you, eyeing you up and down, “slay queen.”

“Come, have a drink.” She offer, “I can’t drink alcohol.” You said, ordering a cocktail because you knew better than getting wasted, and you kept Leon’s words in mind.

“I am just surprised your parents let you attend,” Sarina took a sip, can’t stop smiling at you. “Actually, they really didn’t let me—” before you could finish, Sarina gasp and smack your shoulder, “girl! I didn’t knew you’re a troublemaker.”

“bitch, I am not done talking.”

“my bad, bro.”

You both laugh, “I can go party if I tag Leon along.” She raised a brow, “then, where is he?”

“He planned this out for me, I just need to update him every thirty minutes to ensure that I am safe while he was needed back at the agency.”

Sarina nodded, taking in your words. “wow, never knew you two were in it, huh?” she smirked, “you two a thing.” You shake your head, “you wish!”

“girl, I’ll steal him away from you!”

“You’re too much a pussy to even try, Sarina.”

The party went well, and people are dancing. You kept your word and every time your phone vibrates, you’ll text Leon how was the party for you and that you assure him that you’re only drinking cocktails, not alcohol.

Sarina’s almost wasted, and the others were sleeping in the soft cushion of the chairs, while others played shot games. You enjoy to watch from the side as the brunette walked up to you—striking an opportunity since you’re all alone.

“hi.”

“oh!” you placed down your drink, “hello.” You greeted back, “enjoying yourself?” he asked, you nodded and share to him that this was actually your first time partying since your parents wouldn’t really let you. Why are you even sharing personal information with this stranger?

Your phone vibrates again, “sorry, let me take this quick. I don’t want to worry Leon.” You said and walked a few feet away from the barstool, texting your bodyguard.

Little did you know, he drugged your drink. Putting on a weird liquid in and mixed it with a toothpick. Then putting it away, after you texted Leon, you came back and held your drink. Taking small sips and enjoying your conversation with the brunette.

It's getting late too, and the drug starts to kick in.

“Sorry, I’m feeling a bit weird.” You excuse yourself, you walk towards the wall and support your back there—taking out your phone and trying to text Leon without trying to fall unconscious.

“Leon, I felt weird. I need you asap.” You sent then blacked out, your phone dropped.

The brunette catches you before you take a fall in the fall, he grab your phone and brought you upstairs.

Leon was called by his friends, not the D.S.O itself but it still counts, right? He’s with Chris, Rebecca, Claire and Luis. Having coffee while Luis excuse himself to smoke out, they were having a wholehearted conversation.

“So, how’s being a bodyguard?” Chris asked, Leon shrug and gave a small smile, “not bad, although she’s a bit sometimes.” Rebecca nodded and Claire’s taking a sip of her drink.

Ding—

The sound of Leon’s phone notification, the room fell silent and look at him, “excuse me.” He said and took out his phone, his expression dropping and his hand gripping tightly around the drink he’s holding till it exploded and got his hand burnt by the hot coffee.

“Jesus, Leon!” Claire gasp, Rebecca quickly took a towel and wrapped it around Leon’s burnt hand, “Geez, what are you thinking? What happen?” Chris asked, noticing how Leon’s frown and his quick change of demeanor.

“I got to go, now.” His voice is firm and urgency, the three only nodded to each other and followed Leon—incase that Leon’s in need of help.

“hey, guys. I bought some do—” Luis quickly got his back to the wall to the group of that almost look like an angry mob, “h-hey!” Luis called, “Sorry, Luis! Leon got something urgent.” Rebecca shouts for Luis to hear, “So it’s just me and the donuts.” Luis mutter and got inside the room again, alone.

Leon tried calling you a few times, but no avail. “God fucking damn it!” he curses, “she isn’t picking up her phone.” He said to the group, “is she in danger?” Chris asked, “if she sent that kind of text where she said she felt weird, it’s a possibility.” Rebecca answered Chris question than receive a silent answer from Leon.

“Do we have a plan? Or do we just barge in?” Claire asked, as they finally arrived to the car. Chris took the wheel while Leon’s at the passenger seat, the girls at the back. “Don’t have time to think of a plan, the party needs to pause as I get her out.”

“I knew leaving her alone is a bad idea.” Leon beat himself to it, “it’s not your fault, you just want her to have fun.” Rebecca assured, “it’s not like you can control the events and when will it happen, don’t beat yourself up.” Claire said and Chris got the car to a speed.

Ignoring every traffic jam and signs, good thing they use the agency’s car rather than a normal one. Or else, cops would chase them and ticket them for speeding. But since they’re agents, they get a pass because it’s official business.

“Come on, come on…” Leon mutter, his grip to the handle almost deadly and feels like it’s going to break. His head is swirling to possible scenario on what would’ve happen to you if he didn’t arrived in time, is he too late?

What if you got kidnapped?

What if you were violated against your will?

What if you were already dead?

These thoughts would eat Leon, if you were murdered—he wouldn’t forgive himself, heck even put a bullet up to his head because he failed to protect you. He was suppose to protect you, but it feels like he’s already failing his duty as your bodyguard.

Chris arm extended to squeeze Leon’s shoulder, his attention were snatch away from his thoughts. Chris gave Leon an assuring look, “trust me, she’s safe and no harm will be done. We’ll there on time.”

Chris was right, after ten minutes, they finally arrived to the venue—barged right in with gun in hand and ordered everyone to stay on their grounds, Leon spotted Sarina—your friend, passed out in one of the cushion chaired, “Chris, escort this girl at the car. She passed out from drinking.” Chris nodded and carried Sarina out.

Leon turn to the brunette who froze in place, he walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar, “where is she?” his voice low and deadly, “I-I don’t know, man.” The guy stuttered, Leon lost it and got the guy off of his feet and pushed him against the bar counter.

“I won’t hesitate to shoot.” Leon threatens, “Leon, that’s too far!” Claire shouted, the brunette plead for his life and gave Leon your whereabouts, “u-upstairs, second door bedroom. She’s with two guys in there, but I-I swear I don’t have anything to do with it!” Liar.

Lies.

All lies.

That’s what swarm in Leon’s head, he threw the guy at Chris feet and Chris didn’t asked and just held the man up, handcuffed him and stayed on the ground.

Leon panicked, adrenaline kicking in as he went upstairs to the second door bedroom—kick the door and there you were, passed out and two almost naked guys surrounding you.

Leon shot them each of their knee, hearing their scream reach downstairs where guests feared their life in angering the more dangerous and well-known agent.

Leon got up to you, sleeping so soundly as if you do not have a care in the world. You flutter your eyes open, “Leon?” you utter weakly, “I’m here, princess.” Leon crouch down and your eyes met.

“You came.”

“You called.”

You nodded and yawn, “I’ll be sleeping, too tired. Did I party too hard?” you asked, your smile never disappearing and Leon nodded, “yes, you did.” You got drugged.

Leon took off his leathered jacket and placed it on top of you, then carried you like a bride and came downstairs, “two men upstairs, turn them in to the police and file for use of drugs and attempt assault.” Leon didn’t know who’s he is talking this to, probably to the three of them to hear.

Claire took the lead up and followed by her brother.

“You take her home, we’ll deal with this.” Rebecca spoke and salute to you, Leon mouthed her thank you and took a cab home. Your home, where he’s there and you’re safe.

It was already late, but he wasn’t late to save you. Time check: 9:50 PM, the cab arrived to your house as Leon took you out from the cab and carried you inside your home. “Oh, god!” your step-mom exclaimed, “did she partied too hard?” your father asked, “she did.” Leon lied, he knew you didn’t even drink to be this passed out.

You were drugged, but he lied for you.

“I’ll take her to her room.” Leon excuse himself and you, bringing you to your room and lying you there. You whine and smudge your makeup as you toss and turn, he stay sitting on the edge of your bed. Brushing off strands of hair from your face.

If he didn’t arrived in time, you would’ve been in pain, violated nor even did something worse, he wouldn’t ever forgive himself if that happened.

“I won’t let you out of my sight, ever again.”

You open your eyes again and giggle at Leon when he lean in to whisper those words, but you’re too sleepy to make out of it. He held your hand, and you squeeze it. Your chest rising up and down, finally relaxing your face and sleeping soundly.

“You deserve to know what happened, I’ll tell when you wake up. But for now, I am here to protect you, princess.”

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[madsworld15]

You Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark Chapter 5: Brian (Part 2)

Here is the next snippet of my current WIP chapter of my Author/Artist AU. I am just going with what I could learn with a simple Google search in terms of the medical stuff. Anything else is whatever I wanted it to be. (Whether it makes sense or not) As always I want to thank my Discord pals for always encouraging me. Especially @winderlylandchime, who talked me through a couple of things for this section. Enjoy!

The next day, Brian was still struggling to keep things down. However, Dr. Stevenson informed him that now that they knew he had a major infection because he had caught the flu, they’d be able to treat it. According to his doctor, he’d be feeling back to normal in no time.

Brian picked at his blanket as his thoughts scoffed at Dr. Stevenson. What the fuck did he know? I haven’t felt “normal” in a long ass fucking time.

He knew that soon the nurse would come in for some blood. Dr. Stevenson wanted an accurate white blood cell count to formulate the next steps. But he already knew that things were bad. For one, his cough hadn’t gotten any better, and two, he felt worse than he probably should for someone at the tail end of chemo.

His chest scan last night had been exhausting and left Brian feeling claustrophobic, which was a new thing cancer had created in him. Dr. Stevenson said he’d go over those results during the game plan this afternoon.

He turned his head when the door opened. He expected to see the latest nurse, but instead, it was Lindsay. She was wearing a mask, hugging herself with her arms, and seemed extremely hesitant. Even without saying a word, Brian’s unease about how he had caught the flu was confirmed. Justin’s show.

“Hey, Peter?” Lindsay used her nickname for him. A dead giveaway to her guilt.

Brian broke his eye contact with her and stared out the window, which only showed the concrete of the building next door — the parking garage.

“Will you just look at me?” Lindsay begged.

Brian sighed. “You lied to me. You knew how much I restricted my contact with the outside world to avoid getting sick. And you lied.”

“Bri, I swear I didn’t lie. I told you Gus had a fever.” Lindsay turned on her innocent WASP act that Brian despised.

Anger flared up in Brian before he could control it.

“You left out the part where it was because he had the flu! The flu could KILL me, Lindsay! You know that. Then, despite what you knew, you pushed, and you pushed for me to attend Justin’s show. You knew that eventually, I’d be so annoyed I’d agree.”

“Which further proves my point that you’re in no state to handle Gus right now.” Lindsay’s concerned parent routine did nothing more than anger Brian further.

“Fuck you, Wendy! How dare you put the blame on a child. He is 8 years old. You knew better, and yet you withheld information just so you could manipulate me to do what you wanted.”

“That is not what happened, and you know it! Just because you feel shitty about breaking your no-contact rule for him doesn’t give you the right to dump it all on me!” Lindsay spat out just as the nurse walked in.

She looked from Brian to Lindsay, saw the tension, and started to back away. “I’ll come back later.”

“No, stay. She was just leaving.” Brian glared at Lindsay.

“Bri…” Lindsay reached out to try and change his mind.

“Go.” Brian was so mad he could spit fire. He’d known Lindsay’s manipulative ways for years. In fact, he’d learned how to perfectly balance everything so that she wouldn’t be a thorn in his side. But she’d never willfully put his health in danger before.

The nurse slowly approached his bed. Brian forced a smile in her direction. He put out his arm for her to draw blood through his IV injection point.

“I’m sorry. She’s…” Brian really didn’t know how to finish what he was saying.

“Don’t worry. As a nurse, I see many lovers quarrels. You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last.” She smiled at him and gave his arm a warm pat. Brian let it slide.

Now that the fire had left him, Brian felt the exhaustion creeping back in.

“She’s not. I mean. I’m gay. She’s got a wife. We share a son.” Brian leaned back and closed his eyes.

“Well, I’ve seen plenty of families fight too.” Her voice was warm and reminded him of Debbie. Brian missed the red-headed woman.

“Now, you just rest and let the antibiotics work.” She reached out and gently squeezed his shoulder.

The last thought Brian had as he fell asleep once more was, I should call Deb.

—

A few hours later, the same nurse gently woke Brian up. She looked apologetic, but the minute his vision came into focus, Brian knew it was time to discuss the next steps.

“What’s up, Doc?” Brian attempted levity, but his anxiety still came through.

Dr. Stevenson tried to keep a neutral face, but Brian could tell there was some bad news coming. His doctor pulled up a chair to be on his level. Fuck. Never a good sign. Brian held his breath, waiting for the death sentence to come.

“Brian, based on your blood work and scans, your chances of remission have gone significantly down. It’s not impossible, but we are now looking at something closer to 40%.” Dr. Stevenson paused to see if Brian had any input. Brian just stared at the ceiling. His heart was pounding in his chest and ears.

“We’ll do another round of chemo, but this time, I suggest you remain admitted for the first few weeks to a month. Just to ensure you are completely healed from the infections caused by your run-in with the flu.”

Those weren’t the worst things Dr. Stevenson could’ve said, but it still didn’t ease Brian’s fears. His mind turned to Gus, who was still learning his way in the world and loved spending time with his dad. And of Linds and Mel, Mikey and Ben, Ted and Blake, and Emmett. And of Debbie, the mother he had always deserved. And finally, he thought of the skittish blond man who had captured his attention so quickly. Brian wasn’t ready to say goodbye to any of them, but a weight in his stomach told him he most likely would.

“Brian?” Dr. Stevenson pulled him out of his thoughts. Brian sighed, trying to hold back the few tears welling up in his eyes.

“Sounds good.” It was all he could manage at the moment. His mind was still an endless loop of video memories of his life.

Dr. Stevenson sighed and then stood up, aware that Brian wasn’t in a headspace to talk right now.

“Hey, Doc. What happened to my bag and my phone?” Brian turned his head as the doctor paused at the door and looked back.

“I’ll have Nurse Amy locate them for you.” And then he was gone.

Brian was alone once more, which he both loved and hated. As soon as Nurse Amy returned with his requested items in hand he pulled up his contacts in his phone. His finger hovered over Michael for a few moments, but then he scrolled back up to Debbie and pressed connect.

As the phone rang, Nurse Amy shuffled around his room, recording vitals and straightening some things up. Then, she placed a plate at his bedside, which contained some toast. She silently instructed him to eat. Brian sighed and then took a bit to get her to go away. And she did.

“Brian! It’s been far too long. How you feeling, honey?” Debbie’s exuberant voice finally picked up the call.

“Hey, ma. I’m in the hospital, actually. I caught the flu. Long story. I just wanted to hear your voice.” Brian smiled softly and leaned back against his pillows.

“Are you eating? You need to keep your strength up, baby.” Debbie’s voice wobbled over the line, and Brian knew she was seconds away from getting too emotional. “Can you have visitors? I’ll bring you some chicken soup.”

“Yeah, ma. I can have visitors. But only til 6.” Brian closed his eyes, willing his nausea to abate, and let the one bite of toast stay down.

“I just got off at the diner. I will come right over.” Debbie’s voice was back to normal and sounded like the Mama Bear he’d always secretly loved.

The thought of Justin came to the surface once more. “Hey, Deb. Have you seen Justin lately? The one you call Sunshine?”

“Brian.” Debbie gave an exasperated sigh. “He came in this morning for a muffin. He was extremely skittish like I haven’t seen him in years.”

She paused for a moment, “A few weeks ago, he told me that he’d started seeing his mom again. Told me that you’d encouraged him. I don���t care what anyone else says or what you manage to convince yourself. You are good for him. And I am willing to bet he’s good for you too.”

Brian gently sighed. He knew Justin had been freaked out by his vomiting and bleeding the other day. Fuck. Brian had never wanted to hurt the young artist. Ever since they started spending time together he saw how small Justin’s world was. He didn’t trust people, and yet he let Brian in. Now, Brian would be lucky if he ever saw Justin again.

“I just hope Jen gives Justin the book,” Brian muttered to himself, forgetting he was still on the phone.

“What’s that?” Debbie asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Brian muttered, realizing his mistake. “I’ll see you soon.”

They hung up, and Brian looked at the toast again. It was not what he had on his list of appealing food right now. If he was being completely honest, he was actually craving the soup that Debbie promised she would bring. If it was from the diner even better. He glanced at his bag in the chair next to his bed and considered getting some work done on his next novel, but exhaustion started to creep back in, and Brian let it.

The next time he was awake, Brian found Debbie sitting in the chair next to his bed, holding his hand while she watched some classic romance film on TV with the volume muted. She was wearing the required mask and had a bottle of Purell in her other hand. He sniffled and shifted to alert her that he was awake. Her eyes lit up when they fell on his.

“Oh, baby. You look so thin. Eat!” She fretted over him and shoved the still-warm soup into his hands.

Just then, Nurse Amy came in. She glanced at Brian and smiled. “Just take it slow. Your body is still trying to fight off the flu and an infection.”

Brian nodded and gently sipped a tiny bit of the chicken broth. He wasn’t sure if his stomach could handle chicken or noodles just yet. Debbie watched him without blinking. Brian paused his eating to reprimand her.

“Deb.” He attempted to get her attention. When the older woman looked up, he smiled, “Tell me all the Liberty Avenue news.”

“Well, they closed The Adonis and The Baths. Ted is doing great as the CFO of that company who stuck their neck out for him. Mikey and Ben are planning a big trip to Wyoming with Hunter and J.R. during Spring Break.” Deb smiled at him.

Nurse Amy looked sideways at the pair. Brian chuckled weakly. “Come on, Amy. I already told you I’m gay. Hearing about gay happenings shouldn’t be that shocking.”

Then he turned to Deb. “I’m glad they finally closed down those infested, disgusting establishments.” Her responding twinkle in her eye told him that she knew better, that Brian was actually sad to see places he frequented in his youth close up shop.

“As for Mikey and the professor, I’m glad they have the ability to travel. I know Ben loves it a lot. Plus, J.R. deserves to get out of Pittsburgh every once in a while.” Brian sighed, putting the soup off to the side after eating a few bites.

“You know, Emmett told me to give you love. He said, ‘I briefly saw him at that Gallery Show I catered a few days ago. But he didn’t stick around.’” Debbie gave Brian a discerning look. “That’s how you got sick, isn’t it?”

Brian bit his lip and stared at his hands for a moment. He knew he would never be able to get a lie past Debbie, but he also didn’t want her to pile onto the guilt he already felt.

“It was Justin’s biggest show, and I wasn’t going to go. I was just going to tell Linds I wanted to buy a painting of his. But Lindsay wouldn’t let up. She kept going on and on about how it would mean so much to him if I was there.” Brian took a deep breath, “So, despite my better judgment, I went. Not realizing that Gus had been sick with the flu within 24 hours of Lindsay hugging me. She failed to mention that in one of our many chats leading up to the show.”

“I wish you wouldn’t let her push you around and use Gus as both a weapon and a motivator.” Debbie patted Brian’s arm.

Her comment surprised him a bit. Debbie was always a strong advocate for a child’s right to feel a mother’s love. In fact, many times over the years, she sided with Lindsay over Brian in issues with Gus.

He looked at her confused, so she clarified. “I have always defended her, but the way she has dangled him in front of you like a pawn in her game has really come out in the last few years. Especially after you got sick the first time and changed your whole life perspective. She became jealous of Gus’ adoration for you.”

They both fell silent for a few more moments. Brian felt his frustration with the whole Lindsay situation bubble up once more. He wasn’t even looking at Debbie. Instead, his eyes were looking at the TV, but his mind was elsewhere. The exhaustion was taking hold of his body once more, but he forced himself to stay awake since Debbie was here.

“Brian, baby. I know there’s something else bothering you.” Debbie’s hand reached up and cradled his head, the way he figured a good mother would do to her child when they were sick. Not that Joan ever did.

Instead of speaking, Brian shook his head and scooted his body back down on the bed so that he was in a comfortable position to fall asleep once more.

“Mm tired.” He mumbled as his eyes fluttered shut again.

“You rest, baby. I’ll be right here as long as I can.” Debbie responded softly.

[twistedboxy]

For Robyn as part of this year's mythical secret santa @mythicalsecretsanta . I present

Class Magic

From the blog @dailyau the AU was "We're teachers at the same school and our students are convinced we're pining for each other (we are) AU

Monday

"Hey Mr. M, sorry I'm late." A young voice said.

Rhett looked up from his desk to see his student holding an ice pack to their head. "Hi Tommy, no worries. What happened?"

A third voice spoke up. "Sorry, there was a bit of an incident during gym class. The nurse said he was okay but I wanted to make sure he made it okay."

"I'll make sure to keep an eye on him, Mr. Neal."

"Thanks."

Tuesday

"Hey, we're recess duty pals today." Rhett said.

"We are. It's pretty nice today before break. What are your holiday plans?" Link replied.

"I go to my parents house where I also see my brother and his family."

"That's nice. My parents aren't together anymore so I visit both their houses."

“Oh so you kinda get two Christmases in one.”

Link laughed, “I guess so, it's been like this for so long I never thought of it that way.”

“Incoming!” A childish voice screamed out. A ball came flying towards the two, it hit Link in the shoulder causing him to stumble into Rhett who caught him.

“You okay?” Rhett asked as he helped Link get his balance.

“Yea, I'm good. Surprised me, that's all.”

Wednesday

“Welcome class, I decided today was a free day since the book fair is here this week.”

“Yay!” Multiple cheers from all around.

“Mr. Neal, can we go to the book fair?” A student asked.

“Let me check, but I think we can manage that.” A few minutes later, he came back.

“Alright, we're all set. Who's coming along?”

At the book fair

“Mr. M, check out this book on dinosaurs!”

“That looks like a good one. Are you going to get it, Billy?”

“Yea!” Billy runs off.

“Hey Rhett, looks like your class is having fun.” Link quipped.

“Hey Link, I see you brought your class too.” Rhett said.

Link laughed, “Yea they pretty much begged me to come. I think some of them wanted to visit again.”

The two watched both their classes run around the fair and admire their purchases. Rhett leaned down to tie his shoe, Link noticed something stuck to this back.

“Rhett, there's something on your back, you want me to grab it?” Link asked.

“Sure, thanks.”

“Let's see what this is.” He unfolds the paper reading aloud “I'm stuck on you. From your secret admirer.”

“You have a secret admirer! What a clever way to sneak a note.” The two laughed.

Thursday

Rhett thought he picked a great sweater for Ugly Sweater day. It was a kitten popping out of a present shooting lasers out of its eyes.

“Nice sweater, Mr. M! Did you plan yours with Mr. Neal?” Someone questioned.

“No, why?” He said.

A girl spoke up “He's wearing the same sweater.”

“We have good taste then.”

Friday

Link's day didn't start out great. It was raining and he ended up stepping on gum. The day continued dully. During his lunch break, he decided to work on some grading. He flipped open his gradebook and a boot shaped card slipped out.

“Huh what's this?” The gradebook was put aside for the moment while he inspected the card. Inside the card it read,

“Just like gum on a shoe, I'm stuck on you. There's a matching card afoot, go and find it. From your secret admirer. P.S. Will you be my date for tonight?”

Link felt his heart skip a beat from the notion of someone liking him romantically. His lunch break was almost up and he had class soon but the note instantly made his day much better.

Meanwhile Rhett walked into his classroom to find a similar boot shaped card taped to the chalkboard. “Alright, who put this here?” He asked.

“Mr.M, it was already here when we came in.” One of his students replied.

Another spoke up, “Are you going to read it?”

“Not right now, after class. Let's get started.”

It was towards the end of the day when Rhett got to read his note. His note read “I like your boots. Can you find my partner? From your secret admirer. P.S. Will you be my date tonight?”

Rhett chuckled to himself, someone noticed his boots.

The school was pretty empty as he searched around for his card's partner. He rounded a corner not paying attention bumping into someone.

“Rhett?”

“Hm, oh Link sorry about that. My mind is elsewhere.” Rhett apologized.

“Same here, what's that in your hand?”

“I got this card earlier today. I'm supposed to find its partner.”

Link held out his hand with the matching card.

"I think we were set up." Rhett laughed.

“They're not wrong, I do like you a lot.”

“Same here. What do you say, would you like to be my date for tonight?”

“I'd love to. See you tonight. They're going to get a kick out of this.”

“See you tonight.” The two parted ways until later.

At the dance

“Do you think all the stuff that happened this week was coincidence or was it the grade's elaborate plan to get us together?” Link asked.

“We were definitely part of their plan.” Rhett replied.

“Like I said earlier, I do like you a lot. I'd definitely like to spend more time with you. So what do you say, would you like to go out again sometime again?"

"I'd love to."

Various students nearby started cheering.

"I guess that proves it."

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Say, pal..."

My first tentative attempt at writing a Stardew Valley x Don't Starve crossover one-shot, with GN!Farmer.

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"Three? Hahahaha! Okay, okay. Here, kid, this is for you, now go and play with the other kids, hahahahaha!"

That mocking Gil's laugh echoed in the head of the tired and angry Farmer. Why did he and Marlon need to gloat over another's failure with such gusto! Farmer already knew very well that they had not performed at their best today in the Skull Cavern, but that was because the spirits had not favoured them today, honestly! On another day, dozens or even hundreds of mummies and serpents would have fallen by their sword! It was just bad luck today! That's it!

One Calico egg, and a bloody lollipop.... Stupid Desert Festival, stupid two old farts, stupid sand in their boots, stupid races that the Farmer had spent all their eggs on earlier....

The scorching sun was setting over the horizon, all the traders had already started to pack up their tents of goods, and the people of the Stardew Valley were heading towards the bus, where Pam beckoned everyone to hurry up, for they would be leaving soon.

Farmer looked sadly at the beautiful exotic decorations, interesting seeds, useful things and tasty food and drinks that the local shopkeepers were tucking away in their bags and boxes. And then their gaze fell on their hand, looking at the ONE Calico egg and candy. Farmer was so eager to acquire something interesting today, but there was nothing they could exchange their 'reward' for.

One of the traders, whose face was covered by a black cloth, was hiding behind the trunk of a palm tree, looking at the young farmer with an obvious desire to talk.

"Hey, psst! Hey you, there!" Farmer turned around at the source of the sound and stepped closer to the stranger.

"Please buy it from me, buy it, it's a good thing, a useful thing! An old antique, sure to look nice in your house! Buy it, I beg you!" The stranger's voice was so pitiful that it seemed to Farmer as if they were about to cry. The stranger with the covered face didn't look like the local traders during the festival day, at least the Farmer hadn't noticed them."Wonderful thing! Are you going to buy it or not? One Calico egg and it's yours!"

One Calico egg? You couldn't even buy rubbish for that price, Farmer thought. Could it be that the stranger was so desperate to get rid of their goods? Still, after a few seconds, Farmer handed the merchant a payment. They won't find anything worthwhile for one Calico egg anyway.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" They handed Farmer the bundle of goods so quickly that he didn't even have time to collect the payment. " It's a deal! I'm finally free!" And when Farmer wanted to ask something, the stranger ran away and disappeared into the fog.

Huh, what a weirdo, they thought, but it wasn't the first time Farmer had encountered strange types.

They unwrapped the cloth bundle and saw the radio. It's very old, rusty in places, and looks like it would crumble to dust in a single whiff. Some crap that stranger slipped them that probably doesn't really work... But it looked cool enough to decorate a table at home. Farmer didn't have any decent furniture yet anyway, all the money was spent on building a kitchen and seeds for next season.

The fridge was almost empty, but they still managed to find a couple of not spoiled yams. Wow, what a feast, they thought. There is no money now, there is no gold ore to sell, the crops will not be ripe for harvest for a while, and the fishing leaves much to be desired. Trips to the Mines have also become a problem lately. The young farmer sat lonely at their small kitchen table, sadly eating baked yams and thinking about the future plans...

Arriving home late in the evening, Farmer's stomach rumbled loudly. They had eaten nothing for half a day while at Skull Cavern. Dropping the dusty backpack, they set the old radio on the kitchen cabinet and turned the switch. A hissing, unpleasant sound came out of the speakers, but after working for another minute, young farmer were able to find some kind of radio station from which music poured out.

Heh, catchy tune...

"Say, pal. You don't look so good."

What the fuck did they just hear?

If Farmer's memory serves them right, they live alone.

"Would you like me to show you a place where you'll be rich in a matter of days?"

Farmer stood up abruptly from their wooden chair, looking for the source of the sound.

"I'm here, pal." Was the voice coming from.... the old radio?

"You must be sick of sitting in misery and listening to yourself being ridiculed, when in reality you're a warrior - and a great one, for sure!" Farmer slowly stepped closer to the radio, eyes wide with surprise.

"I can help you with your problems...." The voice said sweetly. "A whole mountain of gold nuggets, precious gems, exotic food and much, much more. I'm offering you an adventure, an incredible journey where you will be recognised as a true hero! You will become strong, you will crush your enemies with a single glance! You- Hey, what are you doing?! Don't switch it off, you fool!"

Flipping the switch, Farmer thought that they had sacrificed too much sleep in the last week, because due to insomnia and fatigue, they were now hearing of voices from the radio who talk to them directly.

To the bed. Now. They've had enough weirdness for one day.

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Tuesday, 18 July 2023

Li, recently released from police custody since they couldn’t pin the “complicit in the near-assassination of Stefan” thing on him (despite it being true, albeit to a lesser degree than they originally accused him of), sits around shirtless in the apartment that he shares with Wendy and Tripp.

I’ve made no secret of the fact that I think Li is a boring character played by a performer with no charisma or apparent intelligence. But he is, at least, good-looking. So, like, if he has to be onscreen, I’ll take the half-naked version over the clothed.

Then Gabi shows up at his door.

“I was just thinking about you,” says Li. And that’s definitely what you want to say when you’re in a severe state of undress and you’re talking to your ex, whose fiance you recently attempted to murder. No possible way that could be misinterpreted!

Then Gabi pulls a gun on him.

Not for the pervy implications of what he said. For entirely other reasons. And in true Li fashion, he has no idea what to do with this (or any) information.

Gabi’s here because she knows Li was involved with the aforementioned plot, despite his being released by the cops. Also she heard that we’re waving guns around now (more about this in a moment), so why not threaten and/or possibly kill this guy? I mean, even if she got caught, she’d probably walk. Her brother is the police commissioner! (He’s not anymore, but I don’t think Gabi knows this yet.)

As he begs for his life, Li tries to convince Gabi that he’s definitely over her because he’s hired a matchmaker!

This was actually the very lie he told Wendy a couple of weeks ago, but apparently it’s true now. Why the show went with “matchmaker” and not just “dating site” is beyond me. But I know he’s not lying this time for reasons I’ll come back to in a minute.

You can conclude from this that Gabi does not shoot Li. Which… maybe was her plan all along? It’s hard to tell because Gabi’s fucking nuts and I suspect she didn’t entirely know what her plan was herownself for at least a minute there. (I’m really gonna miss her when she leaves.)

If you were wondering if Dimitri and Leo were still boning, the answer is “very yes.”

This particular bit included some actual pelvic thrusting and, while I still think Dimitri can do so much better than Leo, I love that middle American housewives (whom we all assume are still the core audience of soaps, right?) are getting a bit of softcore gay porn whether they want it or not. Three cheers for The Gay Agenda!

The two of them share a tender-post coital moment and remind us that Leo must keep Dimitri’s shameful secret so he can marry Gwen. 

Who, incidentally, is the exact person Leo came here to help out in the first place. He even describes her as his “ride or die,” so it’s a bit weird that he interprets this to mean “it’s okay to fuck her fiance. And also not to tell her about it when I return to the hotel room that we inexplicably still share as a home.”

And that is exactly what happens. He doesn’t tell her. They do the usual I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT DIMITRI thing, then he naturally swerves and says WE’RE PALS NOW AND WE’RE PLANNING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR YOU!

Poor Gwen.

Then we deal with the whole “Brady threatened Kristen with a gun” thing. First, Belle, who is a step behind all of this, shows up to retrieve the signed custody agreement she hastily threw together because her mother said it was okay to give in to blackmail. (Or is it extortion? I can never remember and absolutely cannot be bothered to look it up or even care very much.)

Kristen tells Belle about the whole gun thing. Belle essentially says “well, if he did do that, you probably had it coming BECAUSE YOU KEEP KIDNAPPING YOUR DAUGHTER AND PULLING THIS KIND OF BULLSHIT.”

But this is no kind of defense, which Brady discovers as Jada starts asking questions about the incident and then, because she’s a fucking narc now, Rachel tells her where the gun is.

So he finds a sitter for Rachel (and I would love to know who the hell could possibly watch her well enough to ensure she doesn’t just run back to Kristen somehow) and goes down to the police station for questioning.

Belle, desperately catching up with the plot, shows up and advises him not to say anything.

But Brady thinks it’s a good idea to just come clean and admit everything he did. Because… you know, endless kidnapping and extortion or blackmail or whatever.

Astoundingly, Jada seems about ready to just let him go (possibly because she’s literally the only cop working right now and she just doesn’t have time for more DiMera-related bullshit) but uh oh! Here comes District Attorney Trask!

And if there’s one thing she likes even less than people having basic Constitutional rights, it’s punishing people who are abusive to women.

…which, okay, fair enough. She’s a complex character, okay?

“Let’s hurry this up,” she says. “Because I have dinner plans.”

…and they’re with Li!

And finally, EJ and Stefan enjoy a drink together and decide to call a truce. 

They discuss Megan’s plot to kill Stefan and the fact that Megan’s son, Dimitri, shouldn’t be living in their house. So they return home to confront him with this.

Unfortunately, Kristen got to Dimitri first. Armed with the knowledge that he and Leo are shacking up (brought to her by Rachel) and desperate to do something with her blackmail blueballs, she’s managed to convince Dimitri to cut her in on the Von Leuschner fortune in exchange for not telling Gwen about it.

So now she’s on his side in the whole “keep him in the house” thing.

She dresses all of this up in an argument about family loyalty, which Stefan actually falls for.

Which means this alliance with EJ lasted… two segments? Maybe three?

And look, I’m always in favor of the path that leads to the most melodrama but I was really hoping these crazy kids had finally put their differences behind them, you know?

[usedpidemo]

Uncooperative friends (fromis_9 Jiheon)

(Thank you to @co-reborn for beta reading.)

TW: Dub-con, alcohol use.

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“Will you boys keep it down? I’m trying to study here!”

Jiheon is met with a collective cheer from the living room. Her group-mates care little about her—their attention is focused on the football game instead. Knowing how rowdy and chaotic they usually are, it was a terrible idea from the start, but she still allowed them to use her apartment as their study place anyway. They’ve done nothing but make a mess, eat from her fridge, and be a burden to her overall. She tries to block out the noise with earpods, but they just keep growing louder.

It’s finally getting to her. She can’t deal with their bullshit any longer.

She puts down her book, hops off the bed, and slips on her sandals. Afterward, she enters the living room with a clenched jaw. Her frustrated gaze shifts between her three friends and the screen a couple times. Even if she screams her lungs out, they’ll most likely never give ear to her. Then she glances at the back of the television. Her eyebrows rise . A plan suddenly forms in her head.

“Go, go, go!” You and your pals repeatedly chant at the screen as if you were in the audience. From one player to another the blue team passes the ball with only three minutes left of play time. Score tied, it’s anyone’s game. You grit your teeth with slight fear that they might lose or blow in the clutch. As they fast approach the enemy goal, Seungmin rises from the floor in anticipation. You’re too engrossed to notice the couch go up and down as Seojun jumps excitedly on the sofa. The striker closes in and receives a perfect pass from his teammate. He readies a kick until the television suddenly goes black.

“No!” You all shout as chaos ensues. Immediately Seojun notices Jiheon beside the television with an angry expression on her features.

“What the fuck, Jiheonnie?” He yells at her. She remains unfazed by his frustration. You and Seungmin stand beside him in protest.

“I’ve had it with you, boys.” Jiheon reveals the unplugged cord in front of you as a taunt, then tosses it toward you. “Get out. I don’t want to see your pathetic, ugly, asses in my apartment ever again.”

As soon as she vents out her disappointment with the three of you, she immediately walks toward the front door and opens it. She points her fingers in the direction, essentially demanding that you leave.

“Do I need to repeat myself? Get out!”

You should have known it was inevitable. For the longest time, you’ve taken advantage of her kindness. Seeing that you don’t want to upset her any more, you tap your friends on the side. Taking the hint, the three of you gather your belongings as she watches intently, eager to see you go. One by one, you all step out as she commanded. As the last one to exit her place, you give an apologetic look at her before you join your friends outside her apartment. Then she slams the door on you.

Jiheon sighs while she walks back to her bedroom. It’s a sound of both relief and concern. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done that. She was justified to lash out, but you weren’t given an opportunity to explain yourselves. Then she remembers how much you’ve been a nuisance to her, and soon she returns to her studies in a more peaceful setting.

Only five minutes later, she hears a knock on her door.

Against her own conflicting thoughts, she decides to open the door. Unsurprisingly, it’s you. Her expectant stare becomes a piercing dagger.

“Did I not tell you to fuck off? Go away!” Your foot blocks the door when she tries to close it. She does this two more times, but it hits you lightly instead.

“Please, Jiheon, we’re—”

“I don’t want to hear any of your apologies. Now please fuck off and let me study in peace.” Jiheon slams the door against your foot once more, desperate to cut you off, but you’re too stubborn to deal with.

“Jiheon, please, listen to us. We want to help you out, for real this time.” You beg her to give you guys a second chance. “We’ll do what you want us to do, promise! No more messing up the place, no more being assholes from us, none of that. We just want you to help us with our project. Please.”

She continues to push against your foot, but she suddenly stops. The sincerity in your voice opens her heart. Her underlying guilt also speaks to her conscience. Kindness is an inherent trait that she possesses. With a roll of her eyes and a disgruntled sigh, she opens her door to you and your friends.

“I knew you’d pull through. Thanks!” You smile at her, which she responds with another disappointed groan. The three of you rush inside Jiheon’s apartment and put down your belongings in her living room again.

“Fine. But please, do better this time, okay?” she says while you pull out your books from your bags. Seungmin first whips out his laptop before Seojun taps him on the arm. He realizes his mistake, so puts his laptop away in place of his book instead.

Things start to turn around from there. Within two hours, Jiheon manages to solve all of your homework. By midnight, your group project is completed.

“See? Not that difficult to understand,” she says as she closes her book. So does everyone else. Despite how exhausted, and downright dull it is to study, Jiheon’s enthusiasm for learning persists. She looks at your party, visibly bored and clearly uninterested.

“You guys got none of that. Don’t even argue with me. Look at your faces.”

You can’t argue with her about that. Your thoughts linger toward more exciting, actually fun activities, instead of complicated jargon that you’ll forget within a week.

A stomach rumble elicits laughter from the four of you. Seungmin giggles in embarrassment.

“I’ll go order us some food,” he says as he gets up from the floor, phone in hand, before he dials a number in her bedroom.

Jiheon plugs the television cord and it opens to some drama show. “I’ll go look at the fridge for some food. Why don’t you guys have a little break?” She turns around to walk towards the kitchen.

Seojun inches close towards you, his eyes fixated on her ass. “Damn, I never realized how pretty she is.”

“Dude, what?” You hit your friend on the arm. “She’s like the most popular girl around! We’re just lucky she’s really kind towards us. We don’t have a chance!”

“Maybe, but I’d love to tap that.” His lust brings out your disgust. Very sure his mouth drooled a bit too. You draw away from him, a little sickened by his horny thoughts.

“Ugh, why are you like this? No wonder everyone looks at us warily.”

“Hey, you guys want some soju or Pepsi?” Jiheon yells from the kitchen.

“I’ll take the soju!” Seojun yells out.

“Me too!” Seungmin moves his phone away for a second to answer her.

You’re dumbfounded to say a word. After a few minutes, she returns to the living room with four bottles of the alcoholic beverage. She hands one to you and your friends, then she sits on the couch with her opened drink.

“Cheers,” she says, to which the two boys respond heartily. They chug down their drinks together. You reluctantly follow, guzzling little of your bottle.

Even though it’s only one round, it’s more than enough to let your friends loose.

“Jiheon,” Seojun says as he plops down beside her on the couch. His true intentions begin to express themselves openly. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”

She shys away with flushed cheeks. Her voice becomes a little quiet. “Really? No one says that, but thank you.”

“Why so shy?” his hands clamber on her knees as he tries to draw his face close toward hers. “You're really hot. I mean, you’ve got such nice legs, a gorgeous face, and such a tight, sexy body. I sometimes think of you when I’m alone—”

“Hey, you better stop that.” You hastily rise from the floor and approach your tispy friend, but something grabs your hand out of nowhere.

“Shhh. Don’t. Look at her,” Seungmin says, his eyes burning with unquenchable lust.

Jiheon’s eyes gently close. Seojun kisses her from her lips down to her neck, gently grazing her delicate skin with her teeth. She’s unable to resist as he tugs her black coat. He slowly pulls off the garment, her bare shoulders exposed. His soft hums on her neck cause her to moan and slightly throw her head back in pleasure.

“Mmph, that feels really good,” Jiheon utters out with a low tone as he smears her collarbones and shoulders with wet snogs. He lowers her body down on the couch as she kicks her slippers off. His lips make their way towards her covered chest, lightly pulling at the fabric with his teeth. She squirms and wriggles below Seungmin as an opening allows him to sneak his hands around the back of her dress. Mindlessly he continues to wrestle with her garment while he trails down her belly. Feeling a slight click, he almost unclasps her top, when suddenly, a knock on the door draws everyone’s attention.

“Goddamn it,” he mutters to himself, disappointed at the momentum lost. So close. He quickly gets up, acting like nothing happened.

Jiheon sighs then sits up on the couch. She’s caught up in the moment as well.  Meanwhile, you don’t even notice your partially undone pants until you look down. Seungmin rushes toward the front door with a few paper bills in his hand. He hastily takes the bag from the delivery man in exchange for his money before quickly slamming the door without a word.

“I almost forgot we were hungry,” he says as he puts down the food on the living room table. “Anyone want some?”

“I’m hungry for her pussy,” Seojun replies, his intentions clear as day. “Now where were we?”

His loud stomach rumbles again, telling him otherwise. Jiheon laughs boisterously while she grabs one of the boxes of chicken wings from the table. “You should go eat. Don’t worry, we have all night.”

“But—”

“Unless you want to hear me from outside my apartment.”

Terrified of the prospect, he gives in and opens the food box. You make your way to the table and get your share, as well as your other friend. Jiheon rises from the couch to get more soju from the fridge. Desperate to continue the action, everyone gobbles down their meal within a couple minutes. When she comes back with a set of drinks, she notices everyone’s already finished theirs.

“Come on. Really?” she says playfully with an eye roll. “Why are you guys like this?”

Seungmin lets out a loud burp in response. You jokingly pat your stomach. She puts down the drinks on the table before sitting on the sofa with her own food.

“You’ll have to wait for me though.” She continues with a mischievous wink. Even if she ate for an hour there, you’d surely wait. All of you would. Thankfully she doesn’t take that long—you’ve already consumed two bottles of alcohol by the time she’s finished.

Jiheon hops off the couch after she puts down her food box. She walks to her bedroom, but realizes no one’s following her. “Well?” Immediately the three of you jump to your feet and hastily trail her to her room. Articles of clothing fly land all over the floor as you enter almost naked, your boxers the only piece left on you.

Her eyes light up at the sight of your erections, desperate to be freed from their fabric constraints. “Oh my. Looks like we got some big ones.”

Your friends, having lost most of their patience, push Jiheon onto the bed without warning. She giggles with anticipation over what’s about to happen to her. Her tight frame rises and falls like a wave on the mattress. Seungmin climbs onto the opposite end while Seojun clambers atop her. They work together to strip her completely naked. Seungmin finishes what he started, easily unclasping her top while Seojun pulls down her underwear. You remain frozen in place, unable to join them as they fill her body with sloppy kisses all over.

“Aye man, you just gonna stand there and jack off or what?” Seungmin calls your attention. Nod and join them in bed.

Seojun slips a couple of digits between her groin, which elicits a soft yelp from her. He groans and takes a deep breath at the new sensation. She’s already wet. Her eyes struggle to remain open as he pokes his fingers at her sensitive nub. A pair of hands wrap her from behind, landing at their most desired prize—her breasts. Seungmin presses and fondles them freely. His lips trail along the back of her shoulders, never releasing his smooch from her delicate, creamy skin. You wish you’d get a piece of her too, but they’re too engrossed to share.

“Ah, that feels incredibly good. More. Please.”

Her silky, airy inflection stirs up Seojun. His fingers prod faster against her clit, filling his digits up with more of her slick. Seungmin massages her chest while he continues to kiss all over her back. Jiheon throws her head around, her mouth filled only with moans and whines of euphoria.

You sit beside them, unsure as to what you’re even supposed to do. If only you had the willpower to push one of them aside—but you’ve been incredibly hesitant the whole time. So much for having good friends. They’ve forgotten you. Only Jiheon’s body and delight is on their minds.

“Mmph, aah, shit, you’re pleasuring me so well.”

“Fuck, Jiheon, so damn hot when you moan like that,” says Seojun. His fingers relentlessly flick against her sweet spot. He’s rewarded with another heavenly whine from her.

Most of her back is filled with Seungmin’s drool and red marks. Yet this doesn’t stop the taller lad. He kisses the underside of her armpits next, raising her arms to create an opening for him. His hand finally darts to her ass, which finally allows you to do something. Hover beside her and dive into her shapely chest with your lips. Her moans become chaotic mewls, filling the room with her pleasure-filled cries. Despite the awkward position you’re in, it doesn’t matter. The taste of her breasts and nipples in your mouth are worth your lack of comfort.

You continue to swirl and lick her taut nipples. Jiheon can’t contain herself much longer—her body quivers as she rapidly approaches her climax. Not only that, but also her moans begin to echo all over her apartment. If the neighbors complain, let them.

“Fuck!” she cries out, finally reaching her orgasm. Until now, you’ve never heard her cuss and it’s incredibly rewarding to hear. Her juices coat Seojun’s fingers liberally as she trembles violently under her own peak. Even as she quivers, you continue to press your tongue against her chest hungrily. After she winds down, Seojun draws his soaked digits back to taste them.

“Delicious. You’re so tasty.” He takes another mouthful of her slick in his mouth then shares it with Seungmin, who also hums with delight. You relentlessly indulge in her breasts, when Seojun suddenly pulls you away. Your disappointment quickly turns to delight when you get your share of her juices from him.

After that quick tasting session, Seungmin pushes Jiheon forward on her fours. She lets out a sonorous scream.

“It’s not fair for you to cum and not us,” he whispers in her ear. Jiheon braces herself for the full force about to hit her.

Seojun grabs her shoulders and lifts her upper half again. They take their places to fill her with their cocks: Seungmin against her ass, and Seojun on her pussy. Her body twists and contorts in such a knot that looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t resist. This leaves her mouth for you, which you line your dick against her lips.

“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask Seungmin. He bends his back so that Jiheon’s cunt is on display for you and Seojun. Your other friend props lies on the bed before her then the former puts her on her fours once more. With the three of you in position, you slowly insert your shafts in her holes. Her cry becomes muted as you fill her mouth with your cock. Seojun’s dick impales her easily thanks to her wetness. Her sensitive asshole pushes against Seungmin but he eventually manages to fill her with his girth. He also grabs a fistful of hair and tugs against it. She winces in pain, but sensory overload quickly overrides the throbbing all over her.

Seungmin’s other hand grabs a piece of her ass as you start to thrust in her mouth. She fills your dick with saliva, her whines send jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. Seojun has the best view: her breasts bounce atop him while he jerks his hips upward. You and Seungmin play a game of tug-of-war with her hair as you take handfuls and tug her back and forth while pounding her from opposite ends.

You throw your head back in pleasure and groan as the pleasant sensation of her lips overwhelms your senses. From here, your body does the rest. Push and pull in her mouth, watch your length enter and exit with more wetness than before. Unlike the others, you want to relish this feeling and make it last, so you fuck her throat at a steady rhythm. Seungmin pushes hard against her incredibly tight asshole, his hand harshly gripping her cheek until it burns a bright red. Meanwhile, Seojun comfortably drills her cunt, her walls suffocating his cock. She drools, gags, and chokes, but she doesn’t turn you away.

“So fucking tight. For a pretty face, you’re such a cockslut,” Seungmin hisses, his cock pressing inside her sensitive hole. With each plunge, more of his filth is released. “Fucking cumslut, take all this cock. Shit, I bet you want only nothing but cock. Sometimes I think about you before I sleep and I imagine you filled with my cock. That’s it. I bet that’s all you think about too. Cock. Cock. Cock.”

His words ring in your head like a chant. Soon you begin to shove your shaft in her faster and faster. Seojun nibbles on her neck while he pumps her just as quickly. It becomes a mad dash to climax in her as the bed creaks violently with your collective thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping flesh overpowers the sound of her gagging, which arouses the three of you further.

One last push and you finally reach your end. With an ear-splitting grunt you release a powerful blast of seed down her throat. Jiheon’s cheeks puff as she takes your load in her mouth. Some of it leaks, but for the most part, you fill her mouth with your seed. Tears flow down her face as she takes everyone else’s load. As you pour the last of your semen, Seungmin and Seojun also cum in her asshole and pussy, respectively.

She lowers her head, still full of you. Just as you pull away, there’s still a short spurt left that you manage to spray her pristine face with a thick streak of white. The others, satisfied with their release, don’t pull out immediately. They keep their cocks buried inside her as she collapses on the bed, exhausted and depleted. Their orgasms eventually die down, so they slip from her and ultimately fall, just like her. Deep, heavy breaths replace the ceaseless moaning and filth from earlier.

Get off the bed and grab a towel from her bathroom. Despite the satisfaction of coating her face with your paint, you still want to clean her up. Just as you’re about to tidy her sweet features with the cloth, she lightly raises her hand. Even though she can’t open her eyes, she knows. Then she falls fast asleep. Seeing this, you toss her towel away and rejoin them, having the best slumber of your life.

When you wake up, you’re somehow beside your friends on her bed, who are still asleep. Jiheon is nowhere to be found. Check her clock, it’s almost eight in the morning.

“Shit,” you say. “We’re already late for school!” Your sudden raise of voice wakes up the other two.

“What? We gotta go, then!” Seojun says. He taps the still drowsy Seungmin on the shoulder as you both try to hop off her bed.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Jiheon enters from the living room, covered in a bathrobe and a peanut butter sandwich in hand. “Did you guys really forget again now? Today’s Saturday.”

“What are you talking about?” you say in opposition.

“You promised we’d work on our homework together for the weekend. Today’s Saturday, silly!” To prove her point, she pulls her phone out and flashes the screen. It’s indeed the weekend. So your panic ultimately amounts to nothing.

“Oh. My bad,” you reply, realizing your mistake. “I was more caught up in the fact that we just had sex and—wait! But aren’t you—”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m safe.” Her words ease you. You sigh with relief.

“I checked your books. We’re pretty much done. And since we have a few more days together…” She raises her eyebrows and smirks. You look at your friends. They turn to her, then back at you. You know what she means. All of you do.

“Get up, you three. Let’s have breakfast, then we’ll figure it out from there.”

At her command, the three of you follow her as she walks away, hungry for more.

(A/N: Ok back to more Shiny spam bye lol)

[lunaticsandidiots]

our very own butterfly [pt.2 of Fennel Fields Forever]

part 1 | part 3

read on ao3

synopsis: some of adrian's deepest secrets start to slip out. you couldn't care less, until you realise they involve you a lot more than you thought.

pairing: adrian chase/gender neutral reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, canon-typical violence, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, idiots to lovers

a/n: chapter 2 is here babies! thank you so much for all the love on chapter one, honestly i had no idea what to expect and this blew my mind. now, i didn’t plan for the entire ‘chapter’ to be Just Setup but alas, i just couldn’t help myself. it’s really fun setup I promise, you get to meet the gang! also, obviously this entire chapter is setup, meaning there’s more of Fennel Fields Forever to come!

“Adrian Chase, are you hard right now?”

You stood back up off the ground, brushing your hands against your pants to dust off the pieces of gravel that had wedged their way into your palms. Sputtering and stammering, Adrian mirrored your movements and stood up himself, his hands awkwardly tugging at the crotch of his jeans to try and hide his incredibly evident arousal.

“Wh-, I-, You just killed like three guys right in front of me, okay?” he conceded, “You can’t blame me for getting a little turned on!”

“Uh, okay, one; huge red flag that that’s a turn on for you. Two-”

“Well I guess it’s actually more of a kink if we’re gonna get into specifics…”

Once again, you glared at him in complete, furious astonishment as the low hum of the generator accompanied your staring contest. Your eyebrows slowly and continually raised up your forehead in disbelief as Adrian watched on, blinking feeble-mindedly. This time around, you were the one to eventually break the silence.

“You are not helping your chances, like… at all right now, pal.” you spat, shaking your head in exasperation.

“Sorry.” Adrian mumbled, awkwardly shifting around on the spot as he continued to adjust his pants, his situation refusing to let up.

“Okay, you know what?” you announced, running your palms down your face before stretching them out in front of you in assertion, “That,” you motioned towards his erection, “is not our main problem right now. Fuck the hard-on, we-”

“Please, god, I’m begging.”

You spun around to face him, seething with rage.

“Dude, SHUT. THE FUCK. UP! There are currently three-” you cut yourself off as you remembered the nature of your circumstances right now, lowering both your voice and head and stepping closer to him. You could feel his uneven breathing fanning your face as you looked up at him with wide, stern eyes.

“There are currently three dead bodies laying on the ground right now that I put there,” you started in a whisper, you could feel your voice and your body start to shake as you lost your calm once again, “And my life is already just about as shitty, as it can get, without going to fucking PRISON!” you bellowed, sharply gasping for air as you once again registered your staggering volume.

Adrian’s brow creased in confusion for a moment, before softening again with realisation. The violence that surrounded him had long lost it’s shock-factor for the anti-hero, and he was far more invested in the closeness of your face moments ago. Still though, from the few social skills he’d learnt over the years, he could piece together that you were, as he interpreted it, ‘somewhat distressed’.

“Oh, them?” he scoffed, he genially motioned towards the corpses with his thumb, “Don’t worry about them, I’ll get my friends to fix all that up!”

Adrian pulled his phone out of his pocket, instinctively opening the reddit app by accident, before realising his mistake, closing it, and opening the contacts app like he intended.

“What? What kind of frie…” you trailed off, the realisation hitting you mid-sentence. Adrian was Vigilante. Weird, blundering, socially inept Adrian Chase The Bus Boy from Fennel Fields was Vigilante.

“Oh fuck. You’re Vigilante.” you confirmed aloud.

“What? No? I’m.. not. Him.” Adrian deflected, looking up from his phone. His odd cadence immediately gave away his lie, not that it would help calm the situation even if he sold it well. You just raised your brow at him accusingly, glancing briefly back at the corpses on the ground, then straight back to him.

“Who’s Vigilante?” he denied again, shaking his head.

“For someone with a secret identity, you are a horrible fucking liar, Adrian Chase.”

“... Yeah, okay. Honestly? The mask mostly started because I couldn’t hide my terrible poker face.” Adrian admitted. He then turned his attention back to his phone, scrolling until he found the contact he was looking for and hitting their number. You shook your head as you tried to clarify your thoughts, overwhelmed with the questions swarming your brain.

“What kind of shit have you done to get the god damned Boondock Saints after your ass?”

Adrian cut you off with a harsh ‘shhhh’, bringing his ringing phone up to his ear.

“I jus-”

‘SHHHHHHHHHH!’ he interrupted again, holding up a singular, obnoxious finger.

“Oh for fuck sake, I just wanna know what the fuck is going on! I need a god damned smok-”

That little metal tin in your purse suddenly felt a hundred pounds heavy. You carelessly shuffled through your bag, completely omitting the chapstick and loose sticks of gum that fell out as you flippantly dug out the container. You popped the lid too harshly and three small, white joints rolled out onto the floor. You cursed under your breath as you hastily bent down to pick them up, placing one between your lips and the other two back in the tin.

As you sparked your lighter and inhaled the calming toxins, you could hear Adrian’s conversation with an unfamiliar voice on the other end.

”Hey Murn, I’ve got a bit of a clean up situation I need a hand with…”

You couldn’t quite make out the other person’s reply and inconspicuously stepped a little closer. If Adrian wouldn’t answer your questions, you’d just have to answer them your damned self.

”Hey! It wasn’t even me this time! Some crazy stalker Vigilante fan must’ve found out who I was and came after me, so my supervisor came out and whooped their asses!” Adrian squawked into his phone.

You squinted as you listened in closer to the next response.

”Were they butterflies?”

You glowered in confusion. Butterflies? Was that some weird anti-hero code for something? You racked your brain for memories, clues, information, anything that could point to what the hell he meant by ’butterflies’.

“Not sure,” Adrian shrugged, “Hold on…”.

Adrian strutted over to the smaller man’s body, and without hesitation, raised his foot up high in the air, before stomping down on the man’s skull with brute force.

The start of an absolutely blood-curdling scream spilled out from between your lips before your free hand flew up to cover your mouth.

Adrian continued to crush the man’s skull in, blood and brain matter spattering all over the two of you. He slammed his foot down over and over and over again, phone gripped tightly in his hand as he grunted through gritted teeth with each offensive blow. Gasps began to slip out between the fingers guarding your mouth as you watched on in horror. What in the absolute fucking fuck was this heathen doing?

Eventually, the violence subsided, and Adrian raised the phone back up to his ear. He was mildly out of breath, panting as he cautiously leant forward to inspect the carnage for a moment. You watched on in absolute shock and heard him suck his teeth as he stood back up and slowly wandered back towards you, finally replying to the mystery man on the other end of the phone.

“Fuck,” he cursed, “It’s them.”

As if he didn’t just stomp a man’s head into pulp, Adrian kept moseying towards you. The majority of his focus was fixed on listening to the person on the other end, a voice you had since completely tuned out. You continued to stare at the lump of viscera as you sucked away at your joint like your life depended on it, statuesque and shellshocked.

You didn’t move a muscle until you saw Adrian’s hand creeping towards your joint, making comical little pinching motions as he rattled off ‘yeah’s and ‘uh-huh’s into the phone. When his hand got close enough, you instinctively smacked it away, the sudden movement bringing you back to planet earth.

“Oww-uh! Ru-ude!” Adrian whined at you. “Oh, no, not you Murn.” he uttered back into the phone.

You were quick to shift your attention back to the bloodbath in front of you. Your expression of anguish, however, was quick to morph into one of intrigue as you noticed something blue and iridescent poking out from a lump of brain matter.

Your body acted long before your mind had a chance to realise what a bad idea this was, your curiosity getting the better of you as you knelt down to observe the mystery substance. You tilted your head and tried to figure out what on god’s green earth you were looking at. It was mostly buried under gray matter, but you could see the tip of it poking out and shining away in the street light in the way those cheap, tinsel party wigs shine.

You quickly procured one of your switchblades from your bag and flicked it open, using the tip of it to flick away the skull fragments as the back of your joint-holding hand covered your mouth to hold down the nausea. You managed to dig out a small, bug-like leg. Then another. And then another. Eventually you found the body of the mystery-bug, and you could properly scale up the size of this thing.

“Butterfly,” you exhaled, “Guess that makes sense…”

It was a lot bigger than any butterfly you’d ever seen though. It’s wings were more similar to a dragonfly’s, it’s body much closer to a stick insect. You attempted to poke one of the wings and jumped away in fright as it twitched. Without thinking, you stood back up and began to stomp on it with reckless abandon to make sure it was dead for good. You had no idea what the hell it was, but if it was enough to cause the chaos that surrounded you, you weren’t willing to take any more chances.

You raised your blood-soaked shoe to view the damage below it - you’d managed to stomp the butterfly into several pieces. It’s wing was completely detached from its body, though it’s coruscating texture still taunted you with it’s sparkle.

You turned back around to face Adrian with a brand new, even meaner scowl on your face as you sucked on your joint, impatiently waiting for him to finish his phone call. You had some serious questions.

“Yeah, just out the back of Fennel. Okay. Alright. Thanks Murn… Oh, hey, can you bri- Hello? Murn?” Adrian tutted as he realised he’d been hung up on. He saw you standing in front of him out of his peripheral vision and started to walk towards your figure, though he stopped abruptly when he finally looked up from his phone and saw your murderous glare.

“You have so much fucking explaining to do, man” you demanded, punctuating your sentence with a toke. You watched the wheels turn in Adrians head as he weighed up his options.

He knew Murn would be cross if he spilled the beans, but what was he supposed to do now? You looked angry enough to start stabbing the answers out of him if he didn’t start fessing up soon, and after an incredibly long and stressful evening, the smoke that surrounded you smelled truly intoxicating.

Adrian soon relinquished, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Okay, okay, fine! Just let me have some and i’ll tell you everything”

You flared your nostrils in annoyance. One of his hands started creeping towards you with that stupid little pinching motion again and you rolled your eyes as you handed him the roach and pulled out another joint.

 “Oh man, where are we right now, Colorado?” Leota tutted. The second she slid the van doors open, the unmistakable scent of skunk permeated everything.

“Adebayo, Harcourt; with me, please.” Murn ordered, gracefully stepping out of the van. Harcourt followed wordlessly and just as gracefully, and Leota jumped out after them with a ‘yup!’.

“What about me?” Chris asked once Murn had left the van and turned the corner. He felt Economos clap a sympathetic hand over his shoulder and watched the bespectacled man hop out of the van, eventually following his lead once he realised he was in there alone.

As Economos walked ahead, he could hear two distinct voices sharing a conversation. It wasn’t perfectly clear as he listened from a distance, but he could hear that weird, unmistakable vocal quality one produces when speaking through an exhalation of smoke as the two of you talked.

“Holy fuck dude… And you’re sure you heard the gorilla talk? Like you weren’t just losing it?”

“No, no, dude, like fully formed sentences.”

Economos followed the sound of Adrian’s voice which took him past a big, ugly wooden divider and a slew of large garbage bins. Eventually, he found the brunette in the bus boy uniform, animatedly waving his hands around as he spoke to you. Economos was sharper than he let on - quickly deducting that you were the knife-wielding, butterfly-slaying Fennel Fields supervisor Adrian had alluded to.

Economos didn’t make his presence known yet, instead choosing to lean against a bin and enjoy the show, chuckling at how utterly baked the two of you sounded.

“Straight up, he was like ‘raaaaaaaagh, I’m gonna kill you guys, raaaaagh, Vigilante that’s such a cool chainsaw you’re so epic, raaaaaaghh, noooo don’t kill me with your epic chainsaw, Vigilante, raaaaaaaaagh’”

“Pretty sure I was the one with the chainsaw, man.” Economos jumped in, scaring the shit out of the two of you. You were quick to discern that this was one of Adrian’s ‘friends’, though that wasn’t too difficult to figure out, given Adrian’s halfhearted reaction of a lazy scoff.

“Nuh uh, I had it first, so I basically killed it with the chainsaw.” Adrian protested, glaring his red, glazy eyes towards Economos.

By this time, Chris had caught up to the group. He'd heard just enough context to know what was happening, and quickly stepped in to set the record straight.

“It was definitely Economos with the chainsaw, thimble.” he declared, crossing his arms over his chest after stepping closer to the conversation. You poorly held back your laughter and covered your mouth as a snort escaped your sinuses, which grabbed the attention of the two unnamed men.

“Thimble?” you squeaked jovially, wanting nothing more than confirmation on what you thought the nickname implied. Just as you’d hoped, the muscular one in the dumb costume lifted up a gloved hand and wiggled his pinky with a sneer.

You just couldn’t help it. The laughter came tumbling out of you in involuntary throes, your head thrown back in an attempt to gasp for air between loud, unapologetic guffaws. After the absurd sequence of events that evening, this was truly the cherry on top - a rare and perfect instance of divine timing.

“Don’t call me that, man! Uncool!” Adrian sulked, slamming his foot on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum, as his face began to smoulder a bright, mortified red. Chris and Economos were quick to start chuckling too, finding your guttural laughter utterly contagious.

“Aw fuck, I guess Adrian’s a grower, not a shower then,” you wheezed, comically wiping the tears from under your eyes, “you know he got a boner watching me fuck those guys up?"

The two new men were quick to join you in full blown, eye watering hysterics as Adrian continued to sulk in the corner of the circle. You could hardly hear him attempt to defend himself over the loud cackles of the three of you. It wasn’t long before your caterwauling caught the attention of an intimidatingly stern, and admittedly beautiful, blonde woman.

“What’s so funny?” she deadpanned, her tone laced with impatience. Economos laid his hand on his chest in an attempt to finally let in some air, finally managing to spit out his words after a couple of hasty gasps,

“ADRIAN GREW A CHUBBY WATCHING HIS MANAGER KILL THOSE GUYS” he wheezed, reaching for his inhaler as you shook your head and Chris rubbed his forehead, all three of you still unable to stop laughing.

It would take months of getting to know Harcourt before one would even get lucky enough to see her crack a smile. But before you’d even been properly introduced, you watched as a coy smirk broke through her blank scowl, followed by a restrained snort of amusement.

“Jesus christ Adrian, you really are a little freak, huh” she chortled, finally breaking out into laughter as she watched the three of you silently convulse, lungs completely devoid of air

“Wh-, Th-They’re not my manager, okay, they’re my supervisor!” Adrian pouted, completely missing the essence of the joke.

Leota and Murn were soon coaxed closer by the laughter, and after a wheezy, mix-matched explanation from the four of you and much protest from Adrian, Leota was left politely hiding her amusement behind her hand as Murn continued to hide behind a straight face.

As the rest of you started to settle down, much to Adrian’s relief, Murn turned away to think. His eyes darted between the bodies on the floor, internally cringing at the sight of the butterfly you’d eviscerated with the sole of your shoe. He could feel the cogs turning in his head, forming a game plan, though it had yet to amalgamate into words.

He looked back at the group for a moment and focussed in on you as you absentmindedly pulled the butterfly knife from your back pocket and began to fiddle with it, flipping it between your fingers and letting it slice into the air before catching it effortlessly with so much as a quick glance. With nothing but a pair of sturdy boots and a shitty knife, you’d slain three butterflies with no thanks due to Vigilante. He had to keep his eye on you.

"You did all this?” he finally spoke, turning back to look right at you. You stood straight at his attention, feeling exposed and sheepish under his gaze.

“Yes sir,” you bowed your head soberly, before the THC took control of your brain again “Killed three guys to save this twerps life, and all I got was a lousy boner."

You heard a snort come from the bearded man and you watched as, who you assumed was their boss, shot him a deeply unsettling look.

“Sorry.” the bearded one muttered as you noticed the blonde one looking very amused by all this.

“Adebayo,” their boss spoke again, something about his voice rattling you, though you chalked it up to his commandeering tone, “Get Waller on the phone. I think we’ve just found our very own butterfly.”

“…And now you’re here” Economos concluded, threading his hands together over his stomach in satisfaction after finally concluding his catch up on everything that had happened to the task force until then.

The rest of the gang turned to face you as you sat behind them in the very back of the van. Your mouth was agape and your head was shaking back and forth like a hula figurine on the dashboard of a semi truck. Adrian was sat next to you, watching you with the same expression you carried trying to comprehend Economos’ catch-up. He was still far too stoned to bother closing his mouth, and his hazy mind wanted to do nothing else but soak in your features and enjoy the way his body tingled when he looked at you.

Unable to form a coherent thought about the ridiculous, borderline-unfathomable information you were just presented with, you spoke the only clear thought in your mind;

“I should not have smoked that last jay, dude…"

Leota was first to react, wheezing out a surprised, mildly impressed laugh as everyone else began to shake their heads at your oddly underwhelming reaction. Harcout tutted as she looked between you and Adrian, who until then, was in another world entirely as he continued to gawk shamelessly at your side profile. Trying to keep himself out of the confrontation this time, he poorly attempted to jump sides,

“Wh- You’re high right now?” he squeaked in your direction, doing a horrible job of acting disappointed. Harcourt was quick to pull him up on his hypocrisy,

“Adrian, you were literally holding the doobie when we showed up, don’t try it right now.”

Adrian opened his mouth to defend himself further, but he was cut short by Murn’s stern voice as he posed the inevitable question everyone was waiting for.

“So are you in, or not?”

You thought for a moment, confused at why he would want a jaded, burnt out, chain-restaurant-supervising stoner with anger issues on their team so badly.

“Am I even qualified to work for some secret government organisation?” you asked. Leota smirked at your question, she’d been weighing up your vibe all night, but your no-frills, no-bullshit attitude had finally won her over - she knew she was going to like you.

“Black ops,” Murn corrected you, “According to the government, we don’t exist. Last time I checked, you don’t need any qualifications for a job that doesn’t exist.”

You paused for a moment longer. You had absolutely nothing keeping you in your current state of affairs. Hell, you’d sign up for just about anything to get away from it. The problem was, that this wasn’t just about anything. This was real. This was dangerous. Fuck, from the way they described it, this was god damned extraterrestrial.

This was deep, top secret, black ops government shit. Deep, top secret, black ops government shit that you now knew a lot about. What if you knew too much? What would they do to you if you said no? You wouldn’t be surprised in the least if they all pulled out sunglasses and Murn flashed you with one of those thingies like they do in Men In Black. You had no idea what to expect anymore.

“Fuck,” you sighed, running a sweaty hand over your sobering face, “Do I have a choice?”

Murn spent no time pretending to mull it over, and answered with a blunt ‘No’.

“Well then, I guess it looks like I’m joining the X Files!”

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[this-is-krikkit]

i've been rewatching the animated version of chapter 132 (for fanfic writing reasons at first... and then it got out of hands) and the music placement and use hit me so hard i decided to rant about it.

so, here is the scene (cut so it fits the tumblr size requirements, ugh), and under the read more link, a needlessly long and detailed list of parallels i've made between the music and the moment of the scene it played on. enjoy ig??

first off, i had to cut it but there's a distinct switch in the music when Floch dies and the Rumbling gets too close, violin and choir rising to convey the gravity of the situation. they go on as Armin, then Reiner, offer to stay behind and slow the Colossals down

the soundtrack goes crescendo when Hange interrupts our two blonde wannabee martyrs, picking up just as the wind gloriously shit sorry i'll limit my hange thirst in this post lifts up their cape, and the rhythm of the violin accelerates

the singing stops altogether and the melody gets slower and lower as Hange designates Armin as next Commander, leaving room for the significance of that statement that effectively cements their decision to go through with their plan

the tenors/bass voices start up again, louder than before, as Hange tells Armin they leave everything in his hands, and so does the Violin as they make their "supremely cool exit" and their Levi related joke. (so at this point, the violin theme is really starting to feel like it mirrors Hange's emotions, or at least the ones they're letting show. stay tuned for much, much more on that later)

strings then leave way for only low solemn chanting, fitting Hange's determined steps as they walk towards Levi

the second they stop and reply to him calling them out, everything STOPS. well, almost everything: the bass drum remains, punctuating the sound of the Rumbling far away, as they try to hide their feelings and beg him to let them get away with it

then, even the drumming stops as Levi lets that request sink in, a suspenseful moment when you wonder whether or not he's going to grant their wish and only the rumbling can be heard in the distant background. and still, when Levi says That Line and puts his fist on their chest (roughly when the bass drum would have hit, 3 bars after it last rang), no music. nothing that could disrupt this loaded moment between them, except for the heavy footsteps of the Titans that will cost Hange their life.

and then, when you think it can't get quieter, when the silence couldn't get more oppressive... even the Rumbling's noise fades away. completely. and as Hange forces on a smile and delivers their very last punchline to Levi, there's no sound but that of their voice and their steps -and soon, their gear propelling them away

bauklötze starts playing as they take off, backing them up as they face their opponents

and you know who makes a surprise reappearance right as Hange starts struggling with only one thunderspear left, grunting and flying between giant deadly legs, trying to find the best shot that'll give their friends the best chance at making it out of this alive? that's right, fellas. it's that damn Sir Violin back at it again with the suspicious timing

the intensity and height of the violin's pitches then start following Hange's vocal reactions like cues, and it picks up its pace right when the plane is ready to get moved (do we need yet another post making the parallel between that damned flying boat and Hange's character? we don't. am i going to keep talking about it in following points like it's just something the whole fandom agrees on? you betcha.)

our four stringed pal's notes keep going higher and higher, following Hange's movements as they slay their way through the Colossals

you know how high violins can get? those high notes that are so sharp they'd sound shrill if they were even an 8th of a tune off-key? that's how nearly unbearably high it gets right when Hange's cape catches fire

together, Hange and the plaintive violin (that so effectively translates their growing agony of getting slowly but surely burned alive) go on fighting for the next few seconds

until that ultimate moment, when Hange turns into a literal ball of fire. and you know what happens then, musically speaking? take a guess. take a wild fucking guess, my friends.

that's right. the violin dies off not unlike Hange themself fuck i'm sorry i had to

and then the plane takes off as the Alliance mourns their former leader who's slowly falling to the ground, and the violin as well as the singing voice both come back from the dead to accompany those opposing sights

interestingly, Levi speaking is the one other moment that interrupts the instrument again... as he addresses Hange.

...

you thought i was done, didn't you?

almost. but i can't not mention this, because it's oh so fitting, (unfortunately i couldn't include it here or the video would have been too heavy, but here's a link to that scene so you know i'm not making shit up)

because, see, then we get to see Hange waking up in the afterlife (or a very powerful neurotransmitter-fueled hallucination or [insert whatever hc floats your flying boat here]), and there's not a hint of music. not until Erwin confirms to Hange that they're done, dead, dunzo (get that ref?? where my parks people at)

and then the Cello, Violin's goth/angsty/chronically depressed cousin picks up as Hange realizes it's all over

of course they immediately shake off the sadness and joke instead, because that's what Hange does, isn't it? and as they do so, our overdramaric friend Violin makes a witty, playful comeback to match the happy front they're putting on -and say goodbye to us on Hange's behalf.

[writeformesinpie]

The Lady Blue

Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 3.5k

Genre - Smut

Summary -

They fall one by one. Easy money. You know how to play and you don’t like to lose. When he walks in, you realize you might have found yourself an actual challenge. He’s upping the stakes. This is a game of pool you don’t plan to lose.

This is technically part two to Checkmate but can be read as a stand alone.

Warnings -

Drinking, gambling, exhibitionism/voyeurism  

Drama Masterlist

Part One

   Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

   As the night progresses, the game loses the magic it once created within you. Knowing you’ll win is no fun.

   The man in front of you is trying, he really is. He’s trying so hard it’s almost cute. He knows he’ll lose but he’s just here to have a good time. You should be grateful for the company but his sweet disposition is not doing it for you.

   You need excitement. Even the clunk of the eight ball resting with his other pals in the table's nets brings you no joy.

   “Wow, good game!” He beams as he hands over a hundred dollar bill with a slight bow before looking over his shoulder at the line of men grumbling by the bar. “Looks like I’m not your only victory tonight.”

   “Seems so.”

   He walks back to his friends, one of whom pats him on the back before downing his beer. His friend is hot. You think about making your way over to them when the door opens. The breeze rakes across your shoulders, the spaghetti straps no match for the cool air that breaks up the stale heat of the room. A shiver dances down your spine.

   It’s him. Your little friend from the chess match. Alone, although someone will be waiting outside for him no doubt.

   His eyes catch yours as you stuff the money from your latest victim into your bra. He raises an eyebrow, making his way over, stopping in front of the pool table.

   “Charging for tricks?” And it begins. The smug smile and eyes that gloss over you with that disappointing judgmental gleam.

   “Anyone in this room could be so lucky,” you say, motioning with the flick of your wrist. “Why are you even here? You may well be the last person I wanted to see.”

   “The last? I’m honored to have affected you so.”

   “Yeah.” Shaking your head you walk around the table, fishing balls out of the nets while leisurely circling the table back towards him until you realize he isn’t moving, still against the table, blocking you from setting up another game. “Do you mind?”

   “Do you want to play?”

   “Not particularly.”

   “Don’t want a repeat of-”

   “I’m waiting for someone,” you say, cutting him off. He steps aside. You gather all the balls and slip them into the rack before turning back to him, he’s examining the cue sticks. “Why are you still here?”

   “I came to play pool.”

   “Another one of your talents?”

   “I doubt it. It’s been many years since I played,” he says, rolling the last ball in your direction. He stares at you for a moment before turning and walking to the bar. He speaks to the bartender while taking a seat, leaving you to your Lady Blue. Brushing your hand against the fuzzy texture of the table before you, the feeling of it beneath your skin brings a sense of calm as you wait.

   After a few moments you realize he isn’t coming back.The least he could do is buy you a drink. He comes over to you just to get on your nerves, to get you riled up and then he just leaves? Frowning, you slam the last ball into place. Glancing over your shoulder you notice a few people looking your way, but not him - he’s sipping on his prissy blue drink and chatting up the hot bartender.

   “The audacity,” you mutter, clenching the pool stick, your nails digging into the hardwood. “He’s ignoring me?”

   Continuing to mutter to yourself you whip the stick around in a frenzy, causing a few more heads to turn your way. But not him. The back of his head taunts you, begging you to sprint over there and wring his neck.

   But you’re the bigger person. You refuse to let him get to you. You refuse to be baited into his silly little game of cat and mouse.

   “I guess there’s no one man enough to take me.” Gulping in the stale air, you let out a loud sigh before twirling the stick between your fingers. “Not a single worthy opponent.” He finally looks over his shoulder. You look away quickly. From your peripheral you see him slip off the stool and head over.

   “Are you trying to get my attention?”

   “As if I would.”

   He shrugs and starts to turn.

   “Wait! I mean, since you’re already here and so desperately want to play,” you say, motioning to the waiting pool table.

   “Actually I was fine where I was and you’re waiting for someone anyway,” he says, turning back towards the bar once more.

   “Wait.” Grabbing the side of his shirt to stall him, you continue, “I mean, I am waiting for someone, but it couldn’t hurt to play a round before they get here.”

   “Seems like you’re running out of options for partners. The men at the bar have some interesting tales to tell.”

   “Who cares about them?” Ignoring the quirk of his brow as he looks down at your hand on his shirt, you ask, “You don’t want to play? Are you worried about losing?”

   “It just doesn’t seem fun. To be added to the growing pile of fragile men who’ve already lost.”

   “Don’t be such a bore. I’ll even give you a handicap.”

   “The stakes?”

   “The achievement of winning is not enough?”

   “Is it for you?”

   “Same as last time.”

   He looks you up and down. “But I’ve already had that.”

   “You bastard. As if that isn’t what has been on your mind since I left last time.”

   “You give yourself too much credit.”

   “Screw you.”

   “But we already did that remember?”

   That smirk.

   “What do you want?”

   “The weekend,” he says, pulling out of your grasp as he sizes up the pool sticks, finally settling on one. “Anything I want. The whole weekend.”

   Taking a moment, eyes narrowing, you go over your previous conversation. He hasn’t played in a long time. He’s the one that’s rusty this time. You have a chance. It’s a gamble but then you do so love to play.

   “Fine. And if I win, I’ll expect the same.”

   “Of course.”

   Licking your lips, you grab the chalk from the cue wall mount cubby. Tilting the cue stick, you use deliberate slow brushing motions while you look him dead on.

   Turning the cue stick to keep the chalk coverage steady, you bite your bottom lip as you slide the blue square across the cues tip. Placing the chalk down on the table's edge, you straighten out your arm and blow the loose blue dust away, the smell of chalk in your lungs not enough to remove the grin on your face as you look back up at him.

   “You have a coin?”

   “You want to decide the first shot with a coin?” He tilts his head to the side before picking up the chalk, coating the tip of his pool stick and placing it back in the cubby.

   “Isn’t it faster than a lag?”

   “Is this how you intend to play?” The glint of the coin between his fingers catches your eye as he throws it into the air. “Do you plan to make up the rules as you go?”

   “Stop being an ass.”

   “Heads or tails?”

   “Heads.”

   “Heads.”

   “Yes!” Punching the air in delight you start to imagine all the things you plan to do to him tonight. He’s going to be your slave this weekend. The things you plan. Oh the horror. The first thing you will have him do is clean out your gutters. They haven’t been cleaned in years and you worry about the smell coming from your roof and yes, your HOA could do it, but the thrill of seeing his little male pride crumble is the ultimate reward.

   “Then I can assume I’ll go first and we can call that the handicap?”

   Blinking your mind goes back to your previous conversation. Why had you promised him a handicap anyway? Grinding your teeth you lean back against the wall, waving your hand towards the table. “Go ahead.”

   “Do you want a drink before we begin?”

   “Another handicap? I’m fine.”

   Smiling as he squats and eyes the table, now level with the balls, he devours every inch of the game before him. “I doubt you’ll have time once I start. Just wanted to do the gentlemanly thing and offer.”

   “Your arrogance is astounding.”

   He smirks, standing and lining up his pool stick with the cue ball. “What’s your size?”

   “Excuse me?”

   “I have a few ideas about what I want you to wear this weekend,” he says, narcissism dripping from his lips as he runs a hand through his blond hair.

   “You-”

   “Shh. Just sit back and enjoy.”

   Clenching your fists, you resist the overwhelming urge to kill him. Instead you sit down on the cold plastic black chair along the wall and watch. Taking a few deep breaths, you try to calm down. After all, how good can he really be?

   He leans back to line up the stick from the corner and strikes the middle of the cluster, igniting the break shot. It’s clean. Not something you would expect from someone who doesn’t know how to play. The balls react, flying across the table. Red disappears in the opposite pocket, the one you happen to be sitting next to.

   His eyes flicker across the table as he waits for them to settle before he circles the table. He shuffles down a few steps away from his beginning position to line up the next shot.

   Orange is lost to the lady blue.

   You wish you had an instant replay. It was an impressive shot- the white ball caressing the orange before rebounding back to slide into blue which then bumps orange into the mesh hole. It was beautiful.

   “This is what an amateur looks like?”

   “I never said I was an amateur. I only said I haven’t played in a while, and that’s the truth,” he says, using his pool stick to measure his next shot. Veering the stick across the table, you strain to see what he’s attempting and your mouth drops.

   Moving in front of you he looks back to make sure you aren’t in the way before getting up on the tips of his toes, the stick held high above his head and… he spins the ball. It literally curves.

   Blue on blue. Blue ball sinks. Clink.

   This time you refuse to admit the beauty in the shot. He has tricked you. Again. A scoundrel of the highest order. One of the men at the bar nudges his companion, pointing over to the game, a grin on his face. Prick.

   Chishiya sinks the burgundy ball while you’re still in thought. Without moving positions, he sinks the green. Your hands are fists again.

   This little weasel.

   The cue ball is stuck between the striped red and solid purple. He practically climbs over the edge of the table, stick hovering over purple. A few more people have turned to look over at the show, their beady eyes greedy.

   “An easy shot.”

   “Watch this,” he says, smirk lingering across his face, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You search the table.

   Impossible.

   He taps the opposite side of the table before swinging around to you. “A kiss for good luck?”

   “You wish.” You chuckle. His ridiculous facade is at a close. There is no way he’ll make that shot. “Actually, you know what? If you get that shot I’ll fuck you right here in the parking lot.”

   “No backing out.”

   “I stick to my word.”

   It's impossible.

   He grins as he leans down, his eyes on the table, on the yellow ball. He hits the yellow ball, it slams against the wall rebounding against the opposite and then adjacent walls.

   “Fuck.”

   Yellow is the worst colour. Yellow will be the death of you. Yellow is scum.

   After taking a trip around the entire table, missing every single traitor ball in between, yellow clinks into the corner, swallowed and betrayed by your lady blue.

   “How?”

   You are flabbergasted, your jaw practically grinding against the floor he swings round before the black 8 ball also disappears under blue. A roar of cheer comes from across the bar, almost unheard under the wave of despair prickling against your skin, seeping into every pore.

   “Looks like you lost again,” he says, ignoring the men offering him a drink, his full attention on you.

   “You cheated.”

   “No I didn’t, you’re just a sore loser.”

   “Whatever,” you mutter, looking over your shoulder. “Let’s go, I don’t want to stay here.”

   “Holy shit! That shot was amazing!” It’s the sweet guy with the hot friend.

   “Thanks.”

   “Oh man, you don’t even know. This nice lady here has been on fire tonight. She hasn’t lost a single game. I mean that was fire!”

   “A lucky shot,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest.

   “Lucky is right!”

   “It wasn’t luck. There was a 98 percent chance of making that shot. It was all skill.”

   “Oh man, I would have killed myself if you made that shot on me!” He realizes what he just said and continues, “I mean, you both were really great.”

   “Arisu. Leave the couple alone.” The hot friend is here. “Great game. Everyone wants to buy you a round. You’ll be set for the night.”

   “Yeah, thanks,” Chishiya says with a quick nod, looking over at you. “But actually we have plans. I think I’ll have to call it a night.”

   Before you can argue, the hot friend and Arisu are saying their goodbyes and you’re being walked out the door. Every bone in your body screams to get away but you refuse to welch out on a bet. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. Literally.

   “Which one’s yours?” You ask motioning towards the car park. The lights hovering above you either flicker or are too dull to give more than a night basked in the glow of a full moon. A few cars are scattered here and there across the asphalt-paved paradise.

   It’s obvious before he leads you to the silver Jaguar XF off to the side of the lot which one is his, the rusty and old vehicles paling in comparison. Reaching out to open the passenger side door, your fingers wrap around the handle but before you can open it he pulls you back.

   “I don’t want to dirty the car.”

   “Excuse me?”

   “It’s white leather. Plus,” he says, pushing you up against the door. “Don’t you like to be watched?”

   “You’re the one who likes to be watched.”

   He smiles, gliding his fingers across your neck and tracing them down your back. “Good thing I won then.”

   Rolling your eyes you notice two things; first, the front seat is taken. A driver? Most definitely security. The second thing you notice are the people leaving the bar. It’s unlikely that they can see you from your current location - the car is hidden in the shadows on the edge of the parking lot - but their presence is felt. The man in the car is staring straight ahead and you are certain, like last time, he won’t waver from his post.

   The soft fabric of your oversized shirt grazes your leggings, a slight breeze tickling your back as he slides it up, reaching for your breasts. He snakes the other hand around to squeeze your ass, baiting for a reaction but you’re distracted. That little dot under his eye has your attention. Your hand reaches out, your thumb brushing against it and before you register what you’re doing, your lips are on his, pulling him closer.

   He’s hard. The feeling of his excitement furrows deep within you, spiraling up from your darkest pits and threatening to boil over. You moan into him, shimmying against him, heat spreading with rapid haste.

   “If you’re gonna do it, you best do it right,” you whisper, nibbling on his ear lobe. “Don’t stop until I can’t stand.”

   He scoffs, capturing your jaw between his fingers and thumb, eyes ablaze while commanding your full attention with silence. The sounds of laughter and music buzzing from within the bar across the lot, the smell of the overcooked meat, the memory of blue fabric beneath your fingertips, all of it forgotten as he holds your gaze another moment.

   “You needy little whore. I could devour every last inch of you and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he says, kissing the tips of your fingers, still holding you tight. “In fact, I think I will.”

   Sharp pain emits from your fingers as he bites down, forcing you to recoil. Slamming your back against the silver sedan, he pins you in place and a smirk flickers across his face before he pulls your face back to his. Releasing your hand, he instead nibbles the tender skin around your neck. The pain is akin to pleasure.

   You move to push him away but he catches your hand, pinning it against the car. Your other hand is stuck awkwardly behind your back. Why is he being so forceful today?

   “Looks like your friend finally made it,” he whispers, nodding over your shoulder at the shadowed outline of someone smoking a cigarette near the side of the building. There’s something familiar about the way he holds himself.

   “Who?” Turning to get a better look with your back to Chishiya, the light catches the stranger at the perfect angle. Light reflecting off silver. Silver piercings.

   “Take a closer look,” he says, pushing your hips into the side of the car. Pain pulses and you're blocked in. “You like to be watched, right?”

   “No, not like this,” you say, pushing against the car to no avail. He has you trapped right where he wants you.

   Looking over at the shadows of the bar you still can’t make out much of the man, but that bold stance is unmistakable. Although from this angle he can only see the upper part of your body over the sleek Sedan it’s still enough to infer the situation.

   Chishiya’s tight chest pushes up against your back, his firm cock brushing against your ass. Knowing is half the battle. Understanding is the part you struggle with. You know you’re wet. It’s understanding why situations like these are an instant turn on that make you wonder. Should you feel ashamed? Do you even remember that feeling?

   Sliding back into the snug space between your bodies, you spin circles against his lap with your hips. Knowing is half the battle. Getting what you want is never that difficult.

   It’s been on your mind for a while now; the distinct smell of oak and lavender. That fragrance has been drifting off his soft skin since you left that aromatic disaster of a bar a few minutes before. The smell is settling upon your own skin, threatening to dig in, curl up and make itself at home. The smell of him. That’s the problem. When he’s got you pinned down like this, you can't bite into him, to mark him, to release your pent up desire, and the intensity of the fever within threatens to spiral out of control and erupt out like lava.

   “What are you waiting for then?” The husky tone surprises you, not realizing you were capable of the carnal voice. Looking over your shoulder, you bite your lip. “Hurry up and take me.”

   He raises an eyebrow with a short smirk before his fingers dig into your sides and he roughly pulls your panties and tights down together to your knees. Inhaling sharply from the direct contact of the frigid wind, you push his hand away as he snakes around to your clit.

   “No foreplay. Fuck me like an animal and burn yourself into my mind.”

   He pauses a moment behind you before you hear the tearing of a wrapper, the slick sound of the latex on skin, before his hand entwines in your hair. Then he jerks your back so you’re staring at him. The new position limits your air, your breath now shallow. Lining himself up against your entrance, your eyes close in anticipation.

   Nothing.

   You open your eyes. He’s watching you. Opening your mouth, you start to ask him why he wasn’t inside you but he stops the question with a finger to your lips.

   “I don’t remember telling you to close your eyes.” The callous tone catches you off guard. “You’ll watch me until I tell you otherwise.”

   Nodding so as to not waste your shallow breaths, your eyes stick to his like packing peanuts. The static between you is unfaltering. The electricity of his touch on your neck, his fingers gnaw at your sensitive shin while his eyes demand your full attention.

   “Let’s see if you can stay quiet. I don’t want a single moan to escape your lips.”

   The smile on your lips morphs open as his dick inches inside, taking his time, each nerve caressed as he slides in, fitting within you like a master key. The fit is perfection. Your body tightens around his, the possessiveness of your inner walls evident as you want the intoxicating sparks of pleasure to never end. Swallowing hard, your mouth clamped together, you continue to watch him but his face is unreadable. Your hungry pussy narrows in against him as he moves back and forth, the speed crescendoing into a painful pace. He keeps at it for several minutes until you reach out, clawing at his arm.

   The smirk is back as he pulls you up, flinging you back over the side of the car. Before you have a moment to breathe, his dick is back inside you, this time the unbearable pace is too quick, the angle he’s entering you from perfectly aligned with your g-spot. Every time he collides with the soft inner skin you bite down harder on your cheeks, frantically ignoring the rippling trails of fire rumbling from within.

   You won’t lose again. You refuse to even let out a single squeak. Not this time. Ignoring the rippling pleasure within, you try to think of anything else. Anything.

   A drip of sweat trickles down your back following the path of erratic shockwaves that threaten to explode. You want to whine, as his thick cock massages your wet pussy, the friction causing your toes to curl, your breath staggering. Just a little bit more. Don’t you dare give in. If he gets off before you do, then you win.

   “He’s watching us,” he pants against your neck, fingers gliding your chin to the shadowed man now clearly in view. The smirk. Although you can’t see Chishiya you know he is wearing one too. A smirk. Oh, those smirks.

   You’ve been caught.

   You let out a raspy sigh as heat floods your jerking body and you give in to the bliss of your orgasm. Splintered waves erupt into a hurricane of pure bliss within your body and soul until you become a mere puddle stretched across his pretty car.

   A single nod from your shadow friend before he walks back into the bar, his obligation complete. Debt paid. Collecting dues is easy, keeping friends is the arduous part.

   “You tried so hard.”

   “Excuse me?” Pulling your panties and tights back up, you smooth your shirt back down.

   “To stay silent,” he says, opening the car door, motioning for you to get in. “Don’t worry. We have all weekend for you to get it right.”

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[diamond-coral]

The Heist (part 3/finale)

Steve x Reader

Chapter summary: Captain’s plan worked. Now you’re in for a lot of trouble after trying to break into his apartment. He’ll have you. Just like he wanted.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sex, dark, rape/non-con, forced orgasm, praise and degradation kink, kidnapping, mentions of strip club, mentioned anal, swearing, mild violence, slight Stockholm

“You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

Steve wrenched you from the wall and let you fly back toward his bed, your feet tripping over themselves as well as the chain attached to the cuff secured around your ankle before you finally tumbled onto the mattress. Your breathing was heavy as you glared back at his cerulean eyes which were narrowed, daring you to try anything.

And you did. Because fuck if you weren’t going down without a fight.

You darted out to the right, arm reaching out to take grip of the lamp on his nightstand. You grabbed hold of it and pivoted your body around as your arm flung out toward his head. Steve simply intercepted the hit with a firm grasp, and you gritted your teeth as the two of you began an aggressive tug of war for the lamp.

“Stop. This. Now,” Steve scolded as if you were a child before giving a sharp tug, the lamp slipping out of your hand.

“No thanks.” You grinned, catching him off guard, before you grabbed both his shoulders as support and kneed him in the groin. Hard.

Steve let out a pained groan. He dropped the lamp, and you caught it by the handle before using all your strength to swing the base against his head like a baseball bat. He stumbled backwards while his hand reached up near his temple. He pulled it back and inspected the blood. You remained frozen, having hoped that the blow would have at least knocked him out. His broad figure compromised your escape route to the door of his bedroom, so running was not an option.

“We need to fix this fuckin’ attitude of yours,” he grumbled, and while you were lost in your predicament of all escape routes being impossible, he snatched the lamp, this time breaking it in half like a toothpick before tossing both ends over his shoulder to the opposite side of the room. “I wanted a kind and docile housewife. Not some ungrateful bitch.” 

He practically pounced on you, and you fought, pushing against his brick wall of body, before relenting with the knowledge he was far too strong for you.

“Well you’ve got the wrong person, buddy-pal,” you quipped, but your voice trembled in your compromised position..

“No. I don’t. Because I’ve already seen her, you, at the club. And I don’t know why the hell you gotta give me some attitude when I’m trying to save you from the shitshow of a life you’re livin’. Maybe you’re just scared. Scared of letting someone take care of you when you’ve been fighting for yourself for so long, so you put on the unappreciative bitchy exterior.” 

Was this man serious? How delusional did he have to be to think all of that after one encounter?

“Well guess what,” he whispered, face so close to you that his breath fanned over you. “I’ll fucking rip it apart. I’ll break you down. Shatter this pathetic wall you have up until I get back the girl at the club. Might take a couple good fuckings, but I’ll finally get it out of you.” His thumb stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had shed at his admissions. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” he cooed. “This is for the best.”

You let out a small whimper, another round of tears flowing, at the sound of his belt unbuckling and fly coming undone. 

You began pounding against his chest and begged him not to.

You wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Easily holding you down, Steve let out a stuttered moan as he entered you slowly. You begging turned into sounds of agony as he stretched you out and filled you like no other had before. 

“I wanted our first time time to be special. Slow and loving,” he confessed as he stilled inside of you. He slowly pulled out before slamming his hips back in and muffling your shriek with a large hand. “Gotta say, this is still pretty special though. Might just love those big watery doe eyes lookin’ at me a little more than that cute smile of yours. You just look so pretty, all wrecked and crying for me, doll.” He moved his hand slightly aside to lick a strip of your tear stained cheek, letting out a hum of approval.

You thrashed under him, hands lashing out until one of his own came to wrangle both wrists above your head, so you resorted to bucking your hips in hopes of throwing him off. It was hopeless. 

But you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The hand covering your mouth moved down to hold you hip down in a bruising grip. He just rutted into you harder and faster in response to your outburst.

You couldn’t bring yourself to make a noise. The searing of your walls was slowly melting into pleasure. You feared accidentally letting a moan slip and alerting Steve to your pleasure.

But Steve could tell how you enjoyed it. Although tears flowed freely from your eyes, your pussy squelched, the sound blending in with the clapping of skin each time he drove into you.

“Told you. I’d fuck you. Like a whore,” He managed to get out between thrusts. “And you fuckin’ love it too.” He let out a dark chuckle. “God you’re such a slut.”

You whined as he pulled out when he flipped you over, but he made up for it by beginning to drill into you harder than before. With every brutal thrust, his cock glided against your g-spot before the tip punched against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Steve roped your hair around his palm and yanked your head back. Your back arched painfully to accommodate.

“Tell me you’re a slut. Tell me your my slut. Only mine. Only for me. Not that stupid fuckin’ club. Mine.”

“N-no. No,” you stuttered, barely being able to form words. You wouldn’t let him have his victory. You wouldn’t give it to him and bend to him.

Because you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

He once again yanked your hair, this time using the momentum to bring your body flush against him. His other arm came to wrap around your waist, and he secured your back to him, never once letting up on fucking you. The new angle made your body light on fire, and a moan escaped past your lips.

“Say it. Say you’re my slut and I’ll let you cum.”

You wouldn’t. You still had some dignity left. You’d be strong. You’d-

“Oh fuck, I’m your slut. Please let me cum. Please, please, I need it so bad. I’m your fucking slut! Only yours Steve!” you cry out. Humility and pleasure both burned your body.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, quickening his pace. “Cum now. Cum all over my cock.”

You did just that. Your cunt clenched around his cock while you gushed around him. Pleasure constricted around your entire body like fire. 

“Good little whore. All mine,” Steve chanted, but you barely heard him. All you could think about was Steve and his cock. You shattered. Your mind, your body, your will, all shattered to a million pieces.

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You sigh, smoothing down the flowy pink skirt that stopped right about your knees. That was all six months ago but it felt like years. Steve made good on his word. Here you were, the good little docile housewife, waiting for him to return home from a mission that had taken him three days, a home cooked meal sitting on the table. Waiting to be devoured by the ravenous man who would return. Just like you.

You didn’t even attempt to escape this time. The first time you had managed to shatter the living room window with a lamp (ironic, huh?) while Steve was in the bathroom. You had made it down the fire escape before he intercepted you in the alley and dragged you quietly back to the apartment with a gun concealed between your bodies. When you got inside, Steve brutally took your virgin asshole. The second time, you tried the same thing, but Steve caught you before you even stepped foot out the window. After replacing the glass with a new bulletproof material from S.H.I.E.L.D., he starved you for five days, only allowing you water. He still made you cook for him though. It was a cruel joke to him, watching you make him a meal while your stomach was about to eat itself. He’d fuck you hard after, and your body felt like it’d break in half.

The third time was three months after that. You’d managed to gain his trust enough to let him take you for a walk in the park, and after a knee to the groin, you took off and hid yourself in a crowd of people. It wouldn’t be a good image for Captain America to be hunting down an innocent girl on the streets of New York. You managed to be away from him for almost 24 hours, but you couldn’t go to the police. After telling them you were a stripper that broke into Captain America’s apartment, you highly doubt they’d believe the rest of your story.

You were in the grocery store with some stolen cash when Bucky Barnes finally caught you. He muttered a couple words about how pretty Bella was and how he’d hate to put a bullet through her pretty head, and you followed him like a dog back to Steve’s building. Steve, as a thank you to Bucky and a punishment for you, let Bucky fuck you for hours till you passed out with his metal hand around your neck.

You smile to yourself, hoping Steve would be happy that you remained compliant and would be there to greet him as he returned home.

The sound of a lock turning snaps you out of your thought, and your head turns to the door as Steve enters.

“Sweetheart!” you say as you throw yourself on him, hands intertwined behind his neck.

“Hi honey,” he greets, smiling down at you, taking in the sight before he leans down to give you a peck on your painted red lips. You almost frown at your eagerness to return it. Almost. But your interest is directed toward Steve as he reaches into a paper shopping bag. “Got you a little something. Know how much you love to paint.” 

He pulls out a set of brushes, showing them to you, before handing you the entire bag. You look inside and gasp. So many colors and canvases. This was your life before he had trapped you, and here he was, giving you a piece of it back.

“Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you,” you begin. “I-”

Steve cuts you off with a deep kiss.

“Anything for my girl. Besides I figured you could use some practice.”

“For what?” you ask.

“Well, I bought us a house!” he announces, grinning. “That implant of yours will be wearing off in a couple months, and I’d love for you to paint a mural in the nursery. For our baby.”

[arlert-angel]

love fast, die young ☪

♡ jean x fem!reader

❥ you know that at any moment your life could be cut short as a scout, and the last thing you want is to die a virgin, so why not ask your best friend that you’re in love with for some help?

❥ wc: 5.8k

❥ cw: near death experience (reader), virgin!reader and virigin!jean, cannonverse but no plot, loss of virginity, slight size kink, cream pie, aftercare, fluff

❥ note: i was invested in the story of this one lol, it's a lot more romantic than i initially intended. they’re aged up, but the cannonverse details don’t make sense for the plot, so let’s pretend it does yay.

Arriving back from expeditions was always an exhausting feat within itself, sometimes more so than the actual expedition. 

Commanding officers had to count their losses, healers had to tend to the wounded, and everyone who was good enough to stand had to report their kills and assists. Of course that was the immediate tasks that needed to take place, but then came the grief. Friends looked for one another, many people cried, and names could be heard shouted all around as everyone arrived at headquarters. 

You weren't that different, but you were silent as you scanned the crowd looking for your tall best friend. You knew he was with the best of the best in Levi's squad, so you weren't too worried. However, you also knew the previous best had been wiped out before the new group came. 

Anything could happen which made you all the more anxious. 

You and Jean were not on the same squad. You first were offered a position on the Levi squad with the rest of your friends, but then Hange handed picked you to help them with their experiments, claiming they needed your mind to work with them. Hange is very likeable and now one of your closest friends, and at the time it seemed impossible to say no to them.

Hange's and Levi's squad tended to work together a lot and definitely trained together, so you didn't miss your friends too much. It was only when expeditions approached and new formations were made, when you had to be separated from the rest of your 104th pals. 

You never complained about the separation. It wouldn't last forever, maybe a couple days at most, and then you return to laughing and working with the rest of your friends. You had no complaints until this particular expedition.

You had a close call.

In fact, so close, you might as well have kissed Death on the lips while you were so close to the afterlife. 

The mission was going according to plan. It was a simple scouting mission in the mountains that were, for the most part, titan free. Your squad was on the left flank of the formation, near the edge of the mountains. The cliff sides surrounding you guys held a beautiful, yet slightly scary view. The drop had to be at least 300 feet.

You should've known something bad was going to happen as soon as Hange called out, "Hey, Y/N, check it out!" But you weren't thinking that hard, for the day had been so peaceful. 

The path you all had taken was so close to the cliffs that the squad was riding single file for safety. There was enough room to pass one another, but you had to do so very carefully. 

You rode ahead, passing Moblit. You sent him a questioning look as went by, but he only shrugged, not knowing what Hange was raving over. When you slid off your horse and next to Hange you saw what they did.

A very large cave.

"Should we go inside?" Hange looked at you, clearly excited, but it was an awful idea.

"No!" You tried to sound stern, knowing how they needed a firm rejection or they'd always get what they wanted, "Do you see the size of the thing? This looks like a comfy home for a 10 meter titan, maybe even 15 meter class if they hunched over."

"Do you think they'd crawl around in there?!" Their eyes widened and the familiar look that you've seen so many times on their face appeared. It was their usual expression they had when you conducted experiments with them. You swore to yourself how you fed their curiosity on accident.

"What's going on?" Moblit now arrived, wondering what the hold up was about.

"They want to go inside that death trap," You pointed at the ominous cavern in front of you all. 

"You cannot be serious!" Moblit exclaimed in surprise, the volume echoing down the stone and dirt walls. Moblit continued his rant, stating the obvious, but you tuned their debate out. You just stared into what looked like an abyss. 

There was no movement, no noise, not even the breeze seemed to reach here.

But for some reason you had a gut feeling. A gut feeling that saved all of your lives.

"Move!" You shoved Hange into Moblit which effectively knocked them both to the side of the cave and used your ODM gear to swing yourself to the opposite side. 

The large hand reached out as you tried to get out of the way, but because you helped the others you weren't quick enough.

Luckily, the titan's grasp only managed to get tangled in your ODM wire and couldn’t quite reach your actual body. 

Unluckily, the titan was managing to drag you like a ragdoll and if you didn't do anything quickly you would be engulfed in the darkness where it was hidden, and then probably engulfed in it’s stomach. 

You had to think quick on your feet and so you drew your blades and slashed the wire on your gear all together. You could've attempted to slash at it's hands, but that was no guarantee. The wire was sliced with a clean snip.

Now you were free, you stumbled back at the loss of momentum. You took one two many steps back, and that last step didn't hit the gravely earth that the others had. 

Your foot didn't hit anything at all. 

You were about to fall off a cliff. 

Ironic to escape death one way only to quite literally fall into its clutches another way. 

But, you didn't fall. 

Your eyes were squeezed shut in absolute terror, and when you opened them at the lack of free fall, you saw Hange.

They had managed to save you by the front of your shirt, yanking you back on solid ground. Moblit had been keeping the titan at bay, and continued to do so as you and everyone else turned their horses carefully around. 

Thanks were shared by yourself, Hange, and Moblit at the different lucky saves. They praised your quick thinking and response. None of you actually saw the titan coming. You just knew. You seemed to recognize the familiar feeling of dread from the presence of a titan that wanted to eat you. Even if you couldn’t see it. 

Hange continuously apologized on the way back, but it wasn’t really their fault. It’s not like you actually entered the cave like they wanted. And it was probably a good thing you guys stopped when you did. If the group rode past the cave something worse might have happened.  

After that close call you wanted nothing more to find your best friend and have his familiar comfort.

"Y/N? Whatcha still doing out here?" You spun around quickly and saw Connie. 

“Oh, hey! I’m just looking for Jean, have you seen him?” You didn’t want to panic, but it was weird to see Connie without Jean. 

“Yeah! Mikasa killed this titan that had snuck up right above us and it’s blood got all over Jean it was so funny he screamed like a girl. But yeah, he went to the showers immediately,” Connie explained laughing at the memory. You laughed along and wished you could see it yourself.

“That’s funny, I should probably shower too, this mission felt particularly long,” You grumbled more to yourself than Connie, but he picked up on your off tone.

“Did something happen?” He asked genuinely concerned. You might’ve been closest to Jean, but Connie and Sasha were also very close to you. The four you always had the most fun together, and got in the most trouble. 

“Kind of, a titan snuck up on us too, but we were near the cliffs so there wasn’t all lot of room to work with. I almost fell, but on the bright side I overcame my fear of heights,” You laughed, but it was more anxious than joyful.

“Oh shit, that’s awful!” Connie’s eyes widened in horror, “I'll tell Jean to come find you when I see him.”

“What why?”

“You were looking for him right? He’d definitely want to know that you’re okay after that. He worries a lot, you know? It’s always: I hope Y/N okay, where’s Hange’s squad again, I wish Y/N was here, Y/N would love this view. Someone has to tell him to shut up at least once every expedition.” Connie actually did an okay Jean impression as he ranted to you, but you didn’t comment on it. 

You were too surprised. You didn’t know Jean worried about you. He never once came to you with any fears about expeditions. He always asked you what happened, but that’s just a normal conversation. It wasn’t too strange for someone’s best friend to think about them when apart. What was strange was the happy feeling you got knowing that Jean couldn’t shut up about you. A weird fluttery feeling danced in your stomach and you felt almost giddy.  

Connie noticed your lack of response and noticeably paled. 

“Fuck, wait, I didn’t tell you that! Jean’s gonna kill me, Y/N please don’t tell him I told you!” He grabbed onto you, begging. He shook you enough that it got you out of your confusing thoughts.

“Um, okay? I don't see what the big deal is. I think about Jean on expeditions too, that’s not weird right?” You smiled reassuringly and Connie’s whole body sagged in relief.

“Not at all! Have a nice shower!” Connie ran away, actually ran, trying to separate himself from that conversation. He thanked the Walls that you couldn’t read between the lines. 

After that odd conversation you got a change of clothes and towel, and then headed towards the showers. You passed Sasha and Mikasa on the way in and they both gave you pleasant greetings, all parties glad to see each other alive and well.

You tried not to overthink, but the hot shower gave you all the time to do so.

Your thoughts jumped from almost dying, to Jean, to these overwhelming feelings you seemed to harbor.

You knew you loved Jean. You both even told each other sometimes. Your mind never wandered further than viewing Jean as your best friend only because you didn’t think that’s what he’d want. 

When you first met Jean you had a small crush on him, admiring him from afar until Marco introduced the two of you. Once you grew closer and noticed his infatuation with Mikasa your feelings sizzled out in a bitter simmer. Your bitterness didn’t last long though, you were happy you had someone to rely on no matter what. After Marco passed, Jean was your crutch and vise versa. Romance would only make things confusing and besides you didn’t have any experience in the matter. 

But now as you think more and more about him you wondered if those feelings ever went away. You thought about his laugh and stupid tone he gets when he tries to act cocky. You thought about his eyes and how pretty they look in the sunlight. You thought about his ability to read your mind without you having to tell him something’s wrong. He was your person. 

You came to the conclusion that there definitely was something more than platonic there, but there was no certainty he felt the same. He would’ve said something by now. When he liked Mikasa he was so obvious, openly talking about her to everyone. You would’ve known something by now if it were the case, right? You knew he didn’t like Mikasa now, he told you explicitly for some reason, stating you needed to know. He also didn’t talk about liking anybody new. 

Sighing in frustration, you turned off the shower, now squeaky clean. What was supposed to be a relaxing shower just stressed you out because of your stupid brain’s overthinking. 

And it didn’t stop. As you dropped your messy uniform in the laundry, it reminded you of the day.   

Today proved that any moment could be your last. Being in the scouts has always been dangerous, and you knew you were a disposable soldier. You didn’t mind it much, but now you realized how little you had experienced. You had never been drunk, your only kiss was with Marco in a game of truth or dare, and you were a virgin. 

You didn’t want to die a virgin.

You thought of Jean. You wanted to be with him at least once before you died. You didn’t want to die without knowing how it felt to have everything with Jean. Your love for him definitely wasn’t platonic. You didn’t want to die without him knowing.

Your mind made up, you walked the halls with a little more determination than usual. You wandered around for only a couple minutes before running into Eren.

“Horseface is looking for you,” He pointed around the corner. You gave a quick thanks before quickly going in that direction only to collide with the person you were searching for.

“Y/N!” Jean surprised you by pulling you in a tight hug. As he pulled away he took note of the blush that was now on your cheeks, but didn’t comment. He also didn’t let you go completely, leaving his hands on your shoulders. Unable to help himself.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” You smiled genuinely, only slightly nervous now. Even with the giddiness he gave you, he still managed to calm you down.

“Me too, Connie said something happened with your squad, so I asked Hange about it and they told me everything,” His eyebrows were pulled into a worried furrow, “I wish you were in our squad.”

“Me too, but I like being with Hange too,” You stated honestly, “But it’s alright, everything worked out in the end.” 

“Yeah, but you almost fell off a cliff! Y/N if I lost you I’d…” He cleared his throat before shaking himself out of his thoughts, “I’m just glad you’re okay. You said you were looking for me, what for?”

“Oh! Um…” You looked around and saw Eren eavesdropping blatantly with a knowing look, causing you to quickly turn back around, “Can I talk to you in my room about something?” You shift your weight from side to side, visibly jittery. 

“Sure?” Jean was confused and noted you looked more flustered than before, but he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong like he usually could. 

You walked side by side, passing Eren along the way who gave you both a smug wave. When Jean wasn’t looking you turned around and gave him the finger. The walk was silent and your hands brushed each other softly.

Once you were behind closed doors you felt yourself relax a little more. It was just Jean, you hyped yourself up. Even if he did reject you the worst thing that could happen is him make a stupid joke out of everything, but you doubt he would. You knew he at least respected you.

“So, what’s so serious that you needed to be away from nosy Yeager?” So he did see that ass listening, you thought. 

“Well… You know about my close call today… It got me thinking,” You started safely.

“You can think? Like, there’s a brain in there?” Jean acted surprised and grabbed your head teasingly.

“Shut up,” You laughed and slapped his hands away before adding, “It’s serious.”

“Okay,” He took a seat on your bed comfortably, an action that was not unusual, you hung out in each other’s room all the time. He gave you his full attention, no longer joking around.

“I thought about how at any moment we can die, that sounds morbid, but it’s true. And then I thought about all the stuff I haven’t done and all the things I haven’t said,” You explained further, still not getting to the point. 

“So, you want to make a bucket list?” Jean tilted his head, trying to follow, “That’d be fun.”

“No,” You rolled your eyes lovingly, “I, more specifically, thought about all the stuff we haven’t done together.” 

“Oh, you want to make a bucket list together!” Jean perked up.

“Jean stop trying to guess and let me explain,” You laughed and he complied, pretending to zip his lips shut.

“Jean,” You approached the man, invading his personal space, “I don’t want to die a virgin, do you?”

“No…” Jean blushed at the sudden topic change, wondering why on earth you were bringing that up right now.

“And…  I love you, and I know you'd treat me right,” You cupped his cheeks in your hands. You were standing in between his legs now, him leaning back on his hands looking up at you. He was tall, so he didn’t have to tilt his neck that much. 

“I love you too, what are you going on about?” His face was drawn in clear confusion, a cute expression, if he wasn’t being so frustrating. 

“No, Jean,” You leaned impossibly close, your face right in front of his, “I’m in love with you.” 

Then you boldly straddled him before you planted your lips on him.

You were shy, unsure if he would reciprocate the kiss, and it seemed like he wasn’t.  You panicked instantly. Your heart was pounding and you pulled away. You were terrified you screwed everything up. You looked at him and he seemed to be frozen.

“Jean?” You worriedly looked at your catatonic friend whose eyes were wide in shock, “I made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry! Please don’t hate me!” You began to try to climb off him, but his hands shot to your hips, holding you in place.

“Y/N, you’re in love with me?” He still seemed to be stunned, or maybe he didn’t believe you, but he held your gaze with serious eyes. 

“Yes,” You made sure to keep eye contact despite the heat that rose to your cheeks, to make sure he knew you were dead serious. 

“Good,” One of his hands left your hips to your cheek. He guided your mouth back to his.

He was kissing you. He was actually kissing you. It was slow and sweet at first. He stroked your cheek lovingly and your lips slowly moved in sync. It was when you repositioned yourself on his lap, accidently grinding into him, when the kisses started to become more feverish. He groaned into your mouth and the hand left your face and found it’s new home on your ass. He squeezed it harshly, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to introduce his tongue to yours. He surprised you when he sucked on your tongue, making a small whimper escape you. 

Jean pulled away, taking in your flustered state with blown pupils of his own. Both of your lips were swollen and you both needed to catch your breath. 

“I love you too, you know?” Jean pushed some of your hair out of your face with a soft smile, “I figured you didn’t feel the same and wanted to just be friends, so I didn’t say anything.”

“I thought the same, or that you might still like Mikasa,” You admitted shyly, looking down where your bodies met.

“Hey,” He tilted your chin so you held eye contact again, “That was a stupid crush when I was kid, and I told you that ended a long time ago, didn't I? I’m in love with you.”

“We were so stupid keeping it to ourselves,” You laughed and Jean openly admired you in what looked like awe. His gaze made you feel bashful, almost wanting to hide your face with your hands.

“We were, I could have been kissing you so much sooner,” Jean mumbled, already leaning back to you. This time when your lips met your tongues danced together immediately. You knew Jean also didn't have much experience, but with the way he kissed it seemed like he did. 

"Did you mean what you said?" Jean pulled away only for a moment to ask before returning right back to your lips. 

You pulled away, trying to decipher what he was referring to. "Wha–" Your breath hitched when you felt Jean kiss your pulse on your neck. He began sucking on a particular spot that made you moan, surprising both of you. 

"You're so beautiful," He commented then explained, "Did you mean what you said about that virgin stuff?" He seemed shy all of sudden, his hands were sliding from your hips to your thighs, almost like he was trying to soothe himself.

"I meant every word," You said honestly, "I want to experience all of you."

"God," Jean seemed to like that statement, "I don't know what I'm doing, so just know I'm learning as I go. Just tell me what you like and don't like."

"Of course," You gave him a reassuring smile, "I'm not worried, I trust you."

"Good," He said again before spinning you around and lightly throwing you on your bed. He hovered over you, not putting much, if any weight on you. He resumed the make out session, but this time letting his hands wander.

He first tugged at your shirt, which you helped him quickly pull over your head. You hadn't worn a bra, assuming your plans for this evening were eating then just passing out. 

Jean seemed to drink your body in, just staring in lust and awe. 

"You can touch me," You tried to sound reassuring, but it sounded more like a beg. 

Jean took your breasts in his large hands and just felt you. You almost laughed at how mesmerized he looked, but that was when he latched his mouth on your nipple. That action seemed to send a current of electricity straight to the heat in between your legs. You arched your back and let out a surprised moan which made Jean quickly pull away. 

"Did I hurt you?" He looked scared.

"No, it feels good," You murmured as you unconsciously rolled your hips wanting friction.

"Oh, that's good," He shot you a grin before throwing his own shirt to the side. He went back to kissing your chest, this time his hand tweaked the nipple he wasn't sucking on, causing even more pleasure. You bit your lip only letting out whimpers, a little embarrassed of moaning so loudly again. 

"J-Jean," You stuttered out, gripping his broad shoulders.

"Hmm?" He hummed, he had been having fun leaving purple marks across your tits.

"I-I need…" You didn't finish.

"What do you need, princess?" He asked genuinely, but his deep tone sent shivers down your spine.

"More, I don't know," You admitted.

"Okay, don't worry," He gave you a peck, "I'll take care of you."

He began taking off your pants, helping you get them off your ankles. He stood to take off his own pants as you admired him. His body was so toned from the life of being a soldier. As you took him all in your eyes landed on the bulge that was very prominent in his briefs and for the first time you felt nerves about having sex with him. 

"Jean, how the hell is that supposed to fit in me?" You didn't even see it out of it's cage, you couldn't imagine that monster in action. 

"It has to fit right? People have sex all the time," Jean looked down at his own dick before looking at your panties with a frown, "I'll make sure to stretch you out with my fingers to help."

"What do you mean?" You blushed as Jean returned his body on top of you, giving you warmth again. This time putting a little more weight than last time. You could feel his restrained cock against you this time. 

"You know, fingering, you've done it to yourself before right?" Jean asked curiously. 

"I've tried, but I couldn't reach any particular spots that made me feel good, so I mostly just got off with my clit," You explained, a little embarrassed. 

"Well, I have long fingers," Jean began to slip off your last item of clothing. You gulped nervously, you now were exposed completely to him.

"So pretty, and you're wet," He groaned and looked back up to you, "Open your mouth."

You almost asked why, but you didn't want to kill the mood, so you complied. Jean slid two fingers into your mouth and you got the message. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and hollowed your cheeks, sucking on them. 

"Fuck," He sighed out and you felt him twitch against you. 

He pulled his fingers out and moved them back between your legs. He first slowly thrusted one finger inside you, to get you used to the unfamiliar feeling. The stretch wasn't too painful, and he was definitely right. His fingers were longer. 

He moved the one finger in and out of you slowly at first, picking up the pace as he continued. When he felt you relax completely he added a second finger. This time the stretch was a little more, making you tense.

"You're so tight," Jean was watching your pussy in wonder and slid his body down, so his face was near it. 

"What are you– Oh my God," Jean's lips sucked on your clit softly, then continuously kitten licked it, all while maintaining his finger thrusts.

"You taste good," Jean said it so casually, you'd think he was talking about the weather. He removed his fingers for a moment to get a better taste. He kissed you directly on your cunt before penetrating you with his tongue. He moaned against you, sending vibrations into you. You tried to unconsciously escape the pleasure, your thighs attempting to close, but Jean's large hands held you down. 

He returned his fingers inside you and this time adding a third. It stung more than before, but Jean's mouth on your clit made you forget all about the uncomfortableness. He began curling his fingers inside you reaching a spot that instantly had a knot forming in your stomach. Your hands shot around you, one gripping the sheets and the other in Jean's hair. 

He latched onto clit again and you gave up on trying to quiet your moans, embarrassment be damned, it felt too good.

"Jean," You moaned his name, which only made him moan back in return, "I-I'm going to…" You whined a little, not quite there yet, but right on the edge.

"You're going to cum?" Jean asked, not even completely pulled away from your clit to do so, "Go ahead and cum on my fingers, baby." He quickened his strokes and returned to your clit. It was just enough to send you over.

You grinded into his hand and cried out. Jean moaned too as if he was being pleasured just at the sight of you or maybe it was because of the sensation of your tight pussy clamping around his fingers. He couldn't help himself and licked up some of your release, making you jump. 

He moved back up to you with a content smile, "Did that feel good?" 

"Yeah," You smiled back through half lidded eyes, still buzzing from the pleasure.

He gave you a deep kiss and you could taste yourself on him. Tasting your own saccharine flavor was strangely erotic. 

Jean pulled away, "Is it alright if I take my cock out?" He asked beforehand just in case you changed your mind. 

"Yeah, of course, I want to see the monster that's going to destroy me," You joked and earned yourself a cocky smirk.

Jean took off the only clothing that was separating the two of you. You glanced down and saw his size more visibly now. You were right to be intimidated before, he was huge. Jean seemed to take note of your apprehensive expression so he returned to giving you some kisses in order to soothe you. 

“We’ll take it slow and if it’s too much just tell me,” Jean assured you which helped calm you down. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” Your eyes met as he began to rub the head up and down between your folds, collecting its wetness. He rubbed it over your clit and back down, making you feel particularly tingly. When he started pushing the head inside you had to remind yourself to not tense up, but it was hard. He was stretching a lot more than his fingers did. His cock added an unfamiliar pressure inside you that his fingers didn’t.

“God, that’s just the head and you're already squeezing me,” Jean threw his head back trying to regain composure. It was also his first time and he did not want to embarrass himself by finishing quickly. Also the gentlemen inside him wanted to feel you cum around him first.

He slowly continued to push further in as you grabbed his arms to brace yourself. When he finally bottomed out you swore you could see the bulge on your tummy. He kept still and waited for you to give him the go ahead even though he had the incredible urge to just thrust forward.

“You alright?” Jean's voice was more strained than usual.

“Yeah, why the fuck you gotta be so big, Jean,” Which only made Jean smile and give an apology kiss. You took a few more moments getting used to the stretch when the pleasure overtook the pain. You felt the veins on his cock inside you. You felt so full, but so good. You grinded into him trying to feel more and Jean noticed.

“I’m going to start moving now,” Jean warned and began pulling back before snapping his hips forward. You both cried out how he filled you up, your walls fluttering around him.

The pace was unrushed and steady to begin with. He withdrew his cock only to plunge it back into you, hitting you deep, in a repetitive matter. You felt the pleasure everywhere, all the way in your toes. 

You started meeting his thrusts, moving your hips in order to do so. Jean hitched your leg higher which only made you feel him deeper, hitting a sweet spot that caused you to gasp.

“You can go faster,” You said breathlessly, “Please, Jean, it feels so good.”

“Fuck,” Jean moaned back, his slow deep thrusts turned into a quick pounding. He continuously hit that new spot every time. Your whimpers turned into uncontrollable moans. Not wanting to make too much noise you buried yourself into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting his skin. 

You briefly looked down where your bodies met and saw him pumping out of you, your slick covering his cock and your thighs. The sight made your eyes roll back into your head.

“Please,” You moaned into Jean who brought his hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Please, what? What do you want, princess?” He grunted a bit after, not once did he lose his pace.

“I want… Ah… Please, I don’t know,” You felt like you could cry, you were right on the edge. You didn’t know what you needed, but you felt too good to try to figure it out. You figured he was close too by the way he was twitching inside your pussy and his thrusts became a little more desperate. 

“Open,” Jean brought his fingers back to your mouth, groaning at the sensation. He kept them there for a few more moments than necessary, just enjoying the way you looked with your pretty lips wrapped around him. 

Then he brought them between your legs and began rubbing your clit at the same pace he was thrusting into you.

“J-Jean, I’m gonna cum,” You grabbed his wrist, almost overwhelmed by the feeling. 

You cried out his name as your pussy milked him, triggering his own release. He groaned your name as he came. You felt the warmth of him spill deep inside you and it made your pussy tremble all the more. He gave a few final thrusts before slumping on top of you.

“Look at me while you cum, princess, come on, cum on my cock,” He encouraged you. You held eye contact for as long as you could, but when that coil in your tummy snapped you had to squeeze your eyes shut in absolute bliss.

“We definitely should’ve done that sooner,” He mumbled into your hair, making you giggle.

“Definitely,” You echoed back.

He slid out of you after that, making both of your bodies shudder at the loss of connection. You pussy still trying to pulse around something.

“I just showered,” You commented with a frown, looking at the mess between your legs. 

“I’ll go get a towel?” Jean offered, and you gave him a nod. He redressed quickly, kissed you deeply, then stated he would be back soon.

You threw your shirt back on while you waited. You felt so sleepy after that. Even though you wanted to feel clean, you wished you cuddled with Jean some more, already missing him.

After a couple more minutes the silence was broken.

 “I knew it!” You heard Eren’s familiar voice shout from outside your door and you sat up confused.

“Shut the fuck up before I hit you!” You heard Jean’s voice shout back and then a few more quieter exchanges that you couldn’t make out from the two men. Then your door opened fast, Jean slipping quickly inside, locking it behind him. In one hand he had a warm towel and in the other he had a new set of sheets. 

“What happened?” You pointed at the door and Jean scowled.

“Apparently those assholes bet on when we’d finally hook up,” Jean explained before cleaning you up. You blushed as he took care of you. Despite what just took place you still felt embarrassed. Jean noticed and just pecked your cheeks.

“That’s kind of funny, we should’ve placed our own bets,” You hummed and stood shakily, grabbing a new pair of underwear as Jean changed your sheets for you. 

“I can’t believe Eren won,” Jean frowned, but when your arms wrapped around him from behind he couldn’t help but smile.

“Will you stay with me? I kind of want to nap,” You mumbled into his back.

“Of course,” You both returned to your bed this time with more innocent intentions.

Jean laid on his back and you threw your arm around his chest and your leg over his, snuggling up into his side.

“I don’t want to die,” You murmured sleepily.

“You won’t,” Jean stated firmly.

“How do you know?” You looked up at him.

“Because we both have something to live for,” He met your gaze softly, before kissing your head again.

You told each other you loved another once again before you both fell asleep. It was a sleep where neither of you had the common nightmare about your untimely deaths. 

Instead it was a sleep where you both dreamt of the future you now could have with one another.