#HELL IT HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL IT MAKES ME BAWL

[babywriter]

It was hard enough to be taken seriously as a young woman in such a male-dominated field. You even had the added disadvantage of being particularly pretty. Younger men saw a potential date while older men, if not pervy, saw a girl which to them meant that you were ditzy and weak. 

This particular client was a man. Maybe five years older or so, you guessed. When he opened the door, he seemed surprised. And you thought he looked at you a little condescendingly. But were you going to show him. You walked inside with an authoritative air, your tools by your side. Cool, calm, collected. You started working on his cabinet right away.

Thing is, normally clients tend to leave the room when you work. You know, since they have things to do and it’s awkward to stand in the corner for an hour. Didn’t bother him clearly. You felt him staring at you. For such a long time too that it became a distraction. You figured he was looking at your butt. The man was attractive, you had to admit, but it felt so disrespectful. You became flustered. How to make him go away? There was another reason you didn’t enjoy people staring at your butt. You happened to wear diapers.

You’ve always like diapers and you had decided to go 24/7 a few years back. This was generally not a problem. Actually, it was great when you were working because you didn’t need to use the client’s bathroom. But when someone watches you like a hawk exactly where you don’t want them to look, it tends to stress you out. And of course, of course, your diaper was peaking out.

You heard a little laugh.

“Oh. Little lady.” the man said. Little lady, really? “What’s that you’re wearing underneath those overalls?”

Either he’s used to asking women what they wear, either he was doing it just for you. Regardless, you didn’t feel like answering him.

“None of your business, sir.” You answered. In spite of his awful behavior, you wanted to remain professional.

“If you’re wearing, what I think you’re wearing, you shouldn’t be dealing with all those tools!”

“Sir, if you don’t let me finish my work in peace, I will leave.”

“Oh. Are we throwing a tantrum?”

A tantrum? Who the hell is this guy?

“Alright, sir, that’s enough.” You tried to leave, but he was bigger and stronger and blocked the entryway. He held your wrists.

“Sir, let me go.”

“Oh no, little lady. Work’s not done.”

He forcefully removed your overalls. Your medical diaper was exposed. 

“Go on, keep working if you’re such an adult.” 

You obeyed, but did so red and humiliated. Nevertheless, he never left the room. Not once.

You figured that he would need to leave the room at some point. But what you hadn’t accounted for was that you would need to go to the bathroom much sooner than he would. Normally, using your diaper was a pleasure. But in this situation, it certainly didn’t feel like that. Your bladder suddenly ached and while you tried holding it as much as possible, your bladder was too weak from years of going into diapers. You barely held out for a few seconds before leaking into your diaper.

“Oh no.” you said in a high-pitched voice under your breath. You were bending down  to see the damage to your diaper. You had been completely and thoroughly humiliated. Brought down to nothing more than a baby who pisses her pants.

“Looks like princess went in her diaper! Good thing you were wearing them, baby!”

“I’m not a baby!” you bawled out.

“Shh-shh. It’s okay.” The man came to comfort you. You didn’t like him, but it did feel good to have strong arms around you. You felt safe. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s going to take of you from now on. No need to be a big girl.”

You liked being a big girl, but you had a feeling you didn’t have much of a choice.

Photo credit: Shantal from ByteMine

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[gilverrwrites]

STOP WAIT THE TIM DRAKE WITH SIONIS!READER THAT WAS AMAZING

love academic rivals to lovers frfr

anyway but tim is also canonically a high school drop out so sionis!reader finishing school without him (technically dropped out when bruce went missing) 💀 idk why but with roman hating the wayne clan so much, I could see it being kept secret.

like a cute little forbidden fruit/secret relationship. robin & the daughter of the most notorious crime lord in the city?? jeez and you wanna ask why bruce/roman are paranoid /hj

but it's them sneaking around and then tim obviously leaves for his search for batman, dropping out of school, and it leaves sionis!reader all alone.

and then tim comes back!! and bruce is back but bruce doesn't really matter to them(reader), because tim left without a word, without a goodbye, and now he's back and I can imagine all the changes between that happened in that year he was too, the angst of him coming back.

like, would they try to find tim? would they try to go to wayne manor and figure out what the hell happened? I feel like it opens the door to possibilities between them

Hang in there, this is a real rambley ramble.

Ngl, I was picturing it for when he went to Ivy (which he also dropped out of lmao), and I like the idea of them being upfront about it for the comedy/reluctant acceptance angle, but there is still the potential for drama. However, I can see the appeal of them keeping it totally secret too (I'm gonna talk about that later in the post).

For now, heres my vision: You’re Romans favourite kid, his perfect lil angel child, the only one who wants anything to do with him so he dotes on you (to the extent that Roman can dote on anyone) and you go to him one day like; “I get perfect grades, I never miss curfew, I help with the family business, I never ask you for anything, PLEASE accept my boyfriend.” And at first `Roman’s just like… “No.”

Queue the “But Daddy I love him!” tantrum.

Unlike with Jason, Roman has never had any strong feelings toward Tim other than a general distaste cause of the Wayne association, so eventually he tries to come around, but it’s just awkward, and Tim hates it too cause he know your dad is Black Mask, and he can’t do anything without risking being exposed as Red Robin or upsetting you by causing a scene/fight. Is it to much to ask for the two most important men in your life to get along for one dinner? Please?

So, every time they meet the vibes are just off. However, they’re both trying really hard to get along cause they love you.

One night Tim unintentionally catches Black Mask red-handed and he can’t not do his job. The whole time they're fighting, Tim has this whole internal monologue going on about whether he should let Roman off with a warning for your sake, but eventually he’s like WWBD?

So, he hands Roman over to the authorities and the next day he sees you and your bawling! Inconsolable! Your dad is going to prison, your life is ruined. You’re also a bit of drama queen but validly tbh, what will this do for your social standings? Your college applications? Your career aspirations? Fuck Red Robin, you hate that guy!

You were raised by Roman Sionis, of course your inherited at least a little of his melodromatic genes.

Even though you're distressed Tim can’t keep from being like ‘You're mad at the wrong person here! Red Robin is the good guy! You're dad is the criminal, he wouldn't have been arrested if he wasn't a bad person! Who does bad things! He needs to face justice!”

It becomes a massive-ass argument until you’re like “Why can’t you be normal about this? I love my dad and this is going to have a huge effect on my life, why can’t you just be upset for me?”

Tim doesn’t have an answer cause the answer is "I'm Red Robin" but fuck that guy, right? The whole issue goes unresolved.

Or maybe he does snap and tell you the truth but that just makes things worse! "You're my boyfriend and you arrested my father! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?"

When you visit him at Blackgate, your father is quietly elated by the break up, he doesn’t say as much. He plays the concerned father, offers you comfort. He reminds you that when he killed lost his parents, it started a new age of loyalty amonst the Sionis clan. As long as you're good to your family (him), it will be good to you. Oh, and btw, he needs you to handle a few things while he's gone. Don't worry, your family pisses money, he'll be out of here in no time but this stuff is important and time sensitive, and he needs you to keep it on the down low.

The next time you see Tim, he’s Red Robin and you’re the one he catches in the act.

Also, Tim telling that Bat-Fam “So yeah, I’m seeing someone new, it’s Y/N Sionis.” And everyone looks at Steph for a second, then back to Tim and is like “Dude! Get a new type!”

Also also, you visit the Wayne family for the first time, and after growing up drilled to hate these people you’re lowkey so nervous. You’re expecting them to hate you, because you learned nothing from presuming the same thing about Tim. The youngest one is definitely scary, and the butler must be convinced you’re gonna steal something because he will not allow you to be left alone (he’s remembering teenage Roman hanging out with teenage Bruce and being the worst), but otherwise everyone is actually kinda chill. Maybe a bit overly polite but not unpleasant.

But I can totally see the appeal of them keeping it totally secret too. Especially if Tim tells you about being Red Robin. How it might force you to come to terms with your morality by enabling your father/not holding him accountable. Major existential crisis material.

Of if he doesn’t tell you, the angst of your boyfriend just up and leaving without a word, not responding to your calls, texts, emails.

When he does come back you’ve ‘moved on’. Or you thought you had until you saw him again. But after he left you high and dry you’re fuming, and won’t allow him to just walk skate back into your life.

Tim pining after you while you’re excelling in your college/job pursuit. You keep catching glimpses of Red Robin while you’re out on dates or visiting your dad. Tim tells himself he’s just vetting your new boyfriends or ensuring your dad isn’t up to no good. But really its because he’s missed you and doesn’t know how to make up for cutting you out of his life.

He also notices how you never bring your dates home. How you still bury yourself in his old hoodie at night. How you haven’t finished binge watching that show the two of you were working on together. Those little nuggets of hope are what keeps him hanging on.

[crissaeatscake]

Natasia Kane the woman you are

Natasia Kane makes me wanna bawl my eyes out. This girl, who's dedicated her whole being to this person that betrays her in the most horrible way. When she was the only one sensing a threat, the only one working to root it out, and everyone called her crazy, only for her to be right, probably risk her life and then have to live with the guilt of the people she couldn't save, and then to be blamed for it, stripped of everything and accused of losing her sanity and humanity, having no way out, because she is a Merlin. Being trapped in some rotting hell for years, potentially slowly actually losing her mind, only to be released to breed. Did she even want a child? Did she find out Martin betrayed her? Then to lose the little things she had left again, her son, escaping the prison and going into hiding. And Faye. To have a friend you love so much, to the point that you protect them and their family at the risk of your own life which you have so desperately saved, but you know you will lose them in the end. Someone you already missed so many years with. Faye probably was so confused and pained to not know what happened to Natasia. Seeing the sexism in the Order, she probably dealt with it too as a female Kingsmage, especially to a male Scion, not to mention the constant threat of s*xual ass*ult as a woman and Merlin around Legendborn she cannot defend herself against. And Erebus. Though it's not confirmed they had a romantic relationship and that he(or Shadowking Erebus) is Sel's dad, it's clear they were close. Now imagine your (potential) best friend be killed and impersonated by the demon that is the reason your friend is dead and her daughter who you care for probably will be too.

The shit this woman has (I predict) gone through, and yet she's still on top. Escaped prison, escaped her Oaths, escaped the curse of her demon blood, the strongest bitch alive took her life that everyone tried to snatch from her by throat and made it her bitch and is gonna come back to make the Order pay as Martin rots in the ground. She gonna be giving:

[heidimoreno]

to boldly go where no mezzo has gone before 🪐✨🌙

or, top ten star trek episodes that play on a loop in heidi's household dorm. for this task.

10.) Bar Association, Deep Space Nine (Season 4, episode 16)

one of heidi’s ultimate comfort episodes. it kickstarts one of the few cishet ships in media that they can get behind, a capitalist alien quotes marx to unionize his brother’s bar, and also quark is there. all because rom masturbated so much it gave him a near fatal ear infection. a true showcase of the series’ absurdity.

9.) It's Only a Paper Moon, Deep Space Nine (Season 7, episode 10)

this episode sucked them in with the ella fitzgerald title, and had them bawling their eyes out by the end thanks to aron eisenberg’s incredible performance as nog as he struggles with post traumatic stress disorder following a combat-related amputation. the only time where vic fontaine is acceptable.

8.) I, Borg, The Next Generation (Season 5, episode 23)

hugh is one of heidi's all-time favorite supporting characters so of course his introduction episode is a must. on a related note, the picard episode nepenthe is their personal enemy for how it treated hugh. don't get them (me) started.

7.) Subspace Rhapsody, Strange New Worlds (Season 2, episode 9)

there is a reservoir of hate deep in heidi’s heart for this show but they’d be lying if they said this episode wasn’t a banger. a musical episode of Star Trek, led by tony-nominated actor Celia Rose Gooding as the original HBIC nyota uhura? hell yeah, this soundtrack was at the top of their spotify wrapped.

6.) Fissure Quest, Lower Decks (Season 5, episode 9)

heidi burst into tears when they realized jolene blalock was reprising the role of t'pol after almost 20 years. they pretty much blacked out when alexander siddig and andrew robinson were revealed to be playing a married version of bashir and garak. this is the most sincere love letter to star trek that’s ever been put on screen.

5.) Trials and Tribble-ations, Deep Space Nine (Season 5, episode 6)

in honor of the franchise’s 30 year anniversary, some genius decided to digitally insert the cast of DS9 into one of the most iconic episodes from the original series. not only was it a masterful work of editing, it’s also just an absolute romp of a time.

4.) The Visitor, Deep Space Nine (Season 4, episode 2)

we don’t need to talk about it. rest in peace, tony todd. next question.

3.) The Measure of a Man, The Next Generation (Season 2, episode 9)

most court-related media gets heidi's head in a tizzy, but this episode where an android's sentience and right to personhood is put on trial has always been near and dear to their heart. data (the character) is incredibly important to heidi, so seeing how much the people around fight for him never fails to move them.

2.) Mirror, Mirror, The Original Series (Season 2, episode 4)

has Star Trek completely overused the concept of the mirror universe, slowly robbing it of its potential to demonstrate the slippery slope of facism and instead turning it into a parody of itself? yes. is the OG mirrorverse episode still an absolute campy masterpiece? also yes. bless whoever decided that nichelle nichols should get to pull a dagger on george takei in this one.

honorable mentions:

Take Me Out to the Holosuite, Deep Space Nine

Scorpion pts 1 & 2, Voyager

Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad, Discovery

The entire Dominion War arc from Deep Space Nine

Demons/Terra Prime, Enterprise

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home

Rejoined, Deep Space Nine (let’s go, lesbians)

Species 10-C, Discovery

Badda-bing Badda-bang, Deep Space Nine

The City on the Edge of Forever, The Original Series

Those Old Scientists, Strange New Worlds

🥁 drumroll please 🥁

1.) In The Pale Moonlight, Deep Space Nine (season 6, episode 19.)

[stars-n-spice]

I have a lot of thoughts regarding the first three episodes that are bouncing around my brain and I'm going to try and wrangle them up here in this post-

They will probably not be coherent or in order of the episodes or what happened but they're thoughts-

Spoilers for TBB S3 under the cut!

Hemlock is such a dickwad, holy shit. What a great antagonist, kriffing hell. When he made threats to hurt Crosshair in response to Omega's disobedience?? FUCK.

Crosshair and Omega my beloveds,, they have my hearts, I love them so much

Crosshair's shaky hands. I can see the floodgates of all the angsty art and fics that are going to come out of that. IT AFFECTING HIS AIM??? Gods above- If we get a scene of someone holding his hands while they're shaking I'm going to lose it

I'm a fucking clown for thinking we'd get Crosshair's reaction to the news of Tech's death. Absolutely CLOWN. Like they didn't give us Echo's reaction to Fives, of course they wouldn't give us Crosshair's to Tech's

Speaking of Tech,,, I think I speak for a lot of us when I say that special trooper in all black is totally him,, right?? The scrawny ass legs?? The goggles on the helmet?? Fuck,, I even think I saw the guy limp away.. It HAS to be him

THEY HAVE A DOG NOW!!! That's so sweet :(

You guys do not understand the immediate reaction I had to seeing Omega older with the new hairstyle (which I love). Fucking burst out into tears at the sight

Nala Se is so dead. So dead. I've never seen a more deader alive character than Nala Se.

Also my hopes for Emerie helping them or turning out good or something went down the drain :(

OMEGA IS FORCE SENSITIVE??? like,, that's what they're implying right??? They wanna have DNA or whatever to make Palp clones yeah??? Is that were this is going??? FUCK.

On that note, if she IS force sensitive I really really really wanna see Asajj helping her out with that because I think that would be fucking NEAT

Omega making a Lula doll out of straw took me out :( I was holding my own Lula plushie and crying

Crosshair is such a little shit. I love how he was trying to dissuade Omega from escaping with him by saying shit like, "If I got the chance, I'd leave you behind" and the moment that Omega's like, "I've got a plan" he's like "What do I do?"

Them hijacking a whole squad's ship was fucking hilarious though, get fucked

"Tech had me memorize all the plans." - "Of course he did." <- bawling my eyes out.

SO DOES THIS MEAN WE HAVE TO WATCH OMEGA GET CAPTURED AGAIN?!?!

OK ONTO THE ADVENTURES OF HUNTER AND WRECKER

ECHO ALREADY FUCKING LEFT??? <- i knew we wouldn't get like,, a conversation or a reason,, it would just be he left off screen and we've got to deal with that

Echo my love come back :(

On another note,, Wrecker and Hunter's beat up armor is such a good look but also ouch because it shows all the shit they've been through since the last season

Y'all don't understand how great it is to see my man again (Wrecker ily so much)

SPEAKING OF MY MAN!! The little,, fucking touches of reassurance he kept giving Hunter?? How he was being a voice of reason?? making sure Hunter didn't do anything reckless?? :((

I know that man is tired and he's trying so hard to hold the last remaining bits of their squad together and it hurts so bad but I love him so much for it

Clone Cadets :(( they don't really look like clones though :/ but to be expected ig....

THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THEM TO PABU :((((

the lula and tech's goggle shots took me out

Hunter fumbling around with Tech's datapad :(((

Wrecker carrying Gonky upside down with the harness was fucking amazing, oh my god

"Defective AND effective" DAMN RIGHT YOU TELL HIM 여보!!!

'slither vines' fucking ass name

makes you wonder what else hemlock is cookin up

Wrecker laughing and talking with the clone cadets :(

GONKY TO THE RESCUE

Either next episode we're going to get Hunter & Wrecker back on Pabu or continuation of Omega and Crosshair crashing their ship somewhere and Omega potentially being captured again and Crosshair eventually being reunited with Hunter & Wrecker (pretty please)

Anyways,, thankfully the episodes weren't as devastating as I thought they would be but I know it's only going to get worse from here before it (hopefully) gets better.

[elvenbeard]

It's 8:42 in the morning, I didn't sleep, I finished Phantom Liberty.

MAN. OH MAN.

I have so so so many emotions, I'm so... HHHH.

Big big big big big spoilers below the cut.

I only played through one of the expansion endings so far (siding with Songbird), and I played the new main game ending... and I'm such a fucking puddle of feels now hhhh.

What I can say is that... I still love the Sun ending a lot for Vince, and that won't ever change. But this new one now... I don't even know where to start MAAAnnn...

I started my 12 hour gaming session yesterday briefly before shit went down like... Feels like it was all in a different life (HAH). I really liked the whole prep-work for taking on Hansen, tracking down the rental car, the convo with Songbird about her past, and man, I said that before, the lil scene with Alex had me bawling. The little human moments of connection in the face of all the horrors Cyberpunk does so well that get me everytime. Vince getting up to dance with her was so fucking cute, and internally both me and him and Alex probably too knew that that would be the last moment of peace - and potentially (and he ended up being right) the last night they'd play on the same team.

Like... Even after the convo with Song, me, the player, was pretty sure I'd end up siding with Reed. He and Vince had a lot in common with their backgrounds, principles, etc etc. and Songbird seemed out of control, in a way, like Reed had said. But that whole sentiment he kept repeating ("she doesn't know what's best for her", "I gotta save her" etc etc) was beginning to creep into Vince's head and rubbing him the wrong way (having grown up with an over-bearing, controlling parent, the whole control-shit at Arasaka, etc etc) - subconsciously at first, but it got to a point where he could no longer rationalize it away.

AND THEN. FUCKING FUCK. The faceplate. I had been dreading that shit so fucking much, I knew it was coming but yeah... I think Vince would rather die than having that done on him out of his own free will. Like... the tech is insanely cool for a spy ngl. But Vince is not a spy. Not really. With his background and opinions of cyberware and everything... getting your face replaced is a step too far, a step he wouldn't wanna take, ever, unless like, he got his face melted off in a horrible accident or something like that. Not for a one-off mission, more or less, for people he didn't even fully trust. Both he and me were hoping that somehow there would be a way around it. Like you can talk your way out of taking the oath and so many other things. But no, this thing is forced on you (for plot reasons, obviously, and again, I fucking love the concept of it and the options it offers for gameplay. I'm really just speaking for my V's personal experience here XD)

That whole situation felt so fucking invasive to begin with, and I'm not even speaking about the cyberware. There was so much pressure, from Reed and the Ripper, zero explanation as to what exactly the Ripper was gonna do, just how invasive the procedure is (that it's not reversible just like that, for example). V was never shown the thing beforehand, never got an explanation what it's made of, how it works, how to maintain it. There way not a single friendly word, nocalming him down. Worst doctor expereience ever, and that's quite the achievement with Vince's trackrecord of dealing with horrible doctors in the past. The whole thing was traumatizing as hell for him, the whole experience, just being knocked out without much of a warning, then not even fully and HHHHHH.

And then he stumbles back out of there, desperately clinging onto the hope and trying to tell himself that it's all gonna be worth it, all the trauma, the pain, questioning his identity even more than he already does. But the show must go on. And so he goes on to kidnap the Frenchies, and for some reason he wants to believe these two nobodies will make it out of this mess alive somehow, against all odds. Yeah. No. But not just *that* they died, but *how* they died was the final straw. So fucking cold and brutal. Vince was shocked how Alex was suddenly so cold and brutal, although not quite as much as Reed. And then when Vince gets rightfully upset about the situation, how it was handled, how inhumane... Like, he had to kill a lot of people working for Arasaka, and as a merc, but he would always wanna make it quick, painless, if it was really necessary to kill someone to begin with. Unbekownst to the victim, bullet to the head, precise and quick. Especially if it was supposed to be an execution, not something that happens in combat. But these two kids were scared shitless, dragged out of the car and not executed but butchered, brutally. And when Vince gets upset, complains, is enraged about how unprofessional these two alleged spys are, Reed says "they were just some criminals, why would you care?" - you know, to the lowly criminal standing in front of him. That was the line that shattered the fragile trust V had left in Reed for good. Like... he didn't trust So Mi either, but she had just as many reasons to distrust Reed and the FIA and Myers as V, and he would've rather taken his chances with her instead after this final display of something he could absolutely not stand behind any longer.

Damn. I loved the whole sequence with Kurt, the convo, pretending to be Aymeric (from a player standpoint it was amazing, I also cackled later when I played Run this Town and got to use the disguise in a different context xD but honestly, Vince was hating every second of the meeting, also knowing he was just about to betray the people that hat brought him there.

Kurt's death was... maaan. Epic and a letdown at the same time. He would've deserved so much more screentime and a bigger part in all of it. I would've loved the option to side with him xD but then the DLC wouldve been even larger and even more complicated. Loved it as is though, still but yeah. Needs more Kurt!!!

Vince had no regrets about betraying Reed and putting his trust in Songbird until the very end... even when she ended up betraying him one final time with her revelation of the cure only working once. I fucking loved the confrontation with Reed on the bridge at the spaceport, I had been crossing my fingers so so hard for it to come to a showdown like that. I was so tempted for the dialogue choice of "take her, and I don't want anything for it in return". Cause like... despite everything, Vince had no desire to kill Reed. It wouldn't have changed a thing. Too many people had already died on his behalf anyway, and his hope for a cure was lost either way. So he ended up surrendering So Mi. I picked the option "deal", because I absolutely wanted to see the new main game ending, and I'm not sure if maybe with the "I dont want anything" choice you lock yourself out of it, but I will definitely test that out next time around.

The whole stuff that happened at the spaceport in general... I'm still trying to process it. And of fucking course Mr Blue-Eyes has his disgusting creepy fingers in all of it (or one of his associates) by helping So Mi, offering her this way out. I hate it (I love it). But that whole sequence of getting her to the spacecraft, I loved it so so much. Like all the boss fights and main missions, it was so nicely paced and structured, I had so much fun and I'm speaking as someone who is not good at fighting in video games.

So Mi's betrayal hurt, but letting her down in the end hurt even more. URGH. UUUURGH. But like... in that moment Vince was also like "okay... no cure. fine. But I'm not without leads, I'm just so done with all this spy crap. I should've never agreed to help her in the first place." If anything, he was sorry for things not turning out good for any of them really, but when do they do in NC.

He was glad to talk things out with Reed in the end to a degree, say his farewells. Still not getting his hopes up too high about him, still not really trusting him all that much. In a way still sympathizing, but at that point he'd be certain that he's done with the corporate world and anything like it for good. Revenge and hard feelings were pointless, Reed suffering from his decisions was punishment enough for Vince in that case.

I'm not sure if Vince would end up asking the FIA for help realistically. Like I said, I love the Sun ending for him a lot from a narrative standpoint. And Johnny's whole "please, don't do it", and him getting wiped as the price for it for good... that was at the same time not as bad as I had pictured it, but simultaneously it was awful. So yeah... I really don't know if, with all the choices present, the FIA would be number one. Realistically he'd wanna hear out Hanako first, and I think with how time-sensitive everything else is beyond that, the FIA is propbably off the table. Either way though... I wanted to see the ending.

I was bawling my eyes out during the AV ride, V and Johnny making up, talking a final time... and Johnny calling him Vincent in the end fucking destroyed me asödhjfasfasdf ;______; Doctor detected heightened emotions not just on V but on me as well that was so... HHHHHH. My feels ;__;

And then... the new main game ending. God. Like... ever since those new holocall icons of Kerry and Judy appearing a while ago, with Kerry's 2079 world tour promo... We had to get a timeskip. And I feared the cure would be tied to working for the FIA long term or some shit like that, something that would drive a wedge between V and his loved ones for good. The cure being tied to all sorts of horrible things I kept imagining...

And then the reality was so much more gentle and in a way so so fucking happy if that makes sense? Like... fuck, two years have passed. And fucking Reed and no one else in fucking Langley apparently considered even telling anyone back in NC about the complications of V's operation and all. Y'know, keep his loved ones in the loop after even telling him "tell your friends you'll be gone for a bit, a month tops". And that's the worst betrayal of the whole expansion for me cause like... it was so pointless. Did no one tell anyone cause they had no hope? Cause they wanted to sever V's ties on purpose? Was it Reed's decision, someone else's? Was it intended as punishment? Or was it downright laziness and uncaringness for V as a person, and he maybe just an interesting yet complicated experiment. That one really really hurt. And Vince could not blame Kerry or any of the others for being hurt by that and having moved on with their lives. He would've in their spot, for sure. And no, Reed, he absolutely fucking will not work for the FIA, fuck off. And then Vince fucked out of there as quickly as possible and never looked back.

The whole "your body can't tolerate implants anymore" thing... Did not really hit him that hard. Like... yeah. Netrunning, hacking, which he was always so fucking good at, is not gonna be a thing anymore in this timeline. And that he'll miss sorely. Feeling really really fucking capable about something he built a big part of his life around. That was a central part of his life for all his life, really.

But apart from that... he was always low on chrome. He wouldnt miss it nearly as much as other Vs I think. I think what he struggles with more is just recovering from the coma physically, how weak he is for sure for a while, the fact he probably will never be as fit as he used to be. But still... there's hope in that. Cause he gets to live. He never wanted to be a merc, he would make a damn good fixer for sure... but he'll find something else, something less dangerous. He won't be happy being just a nobody in the crowd, but he's also fallen from high places before and climbed back up, coming out on top every time, every time more himself, seizing new opportunities and making his way. He can make it out of that hole. Like, yeah, the timing sucks... But Kerry wants to see him again, and they can rekindle things. I'm sure they will. I'm so happy Kerry got to play at the Crystal Palace, he's so on top of his game, given how low he was when he and V first met. You know... he says he was hit hard by V's disappearance and potential death, but he's out there rocking the world. He's doing good, he didn't fall back into a spiral of depression and despair. And that makes me so happy. And Vince is gonna hold on to that thought of a future together not just not being off the table, but being so much more certain than before now.

Vince is upset about Panam being so upset, but he can understand her well. He wouldn't feel much different than her. He is sad about River not wanting to see him, but he hopes he can change his mind, somewhere down the line. He is so excited to meet Judy's wife, he is so happy she found peace and love. Hell, Vince would happily just be Kerry's useless trophy husband, if I'm being completely honest, and it's possible now. With no obligations in Night City left, no reputation to upkeep, they can do whatever they want. Rogue promises he wont be forgotten, he will be a legend of the Afterlife forever - one that actually gets to live a full life. Who can forget about all the horrors. He's gonna adapt and find his new thing and like, you know...

This little scene, and the farewell scene with Misty hit me so hard cause... remember this?

I actually... had something very very very similar planned for Vince in the long run that we get with PL now. I'm feeling extremely validated with my headcanons and ideas and concepts and just... Yeah. Not that that's absolutely necessary for fanfiction to be valid or anything, but I'm just... so happy.

I said it in a prev post, PL is the gift that gives on giving by granting me all my little wishes and confirming so many tiny random headcanons. But I didn't think it would also get me pretty much the ending I'd been working on already in the background, the one that he'd deserve. So yeah... idk. Cyberpunk can have happy (or at least bittersweet) endings, it does for me 100% now. V gets to live and survive, if you choose to, canonically.

[lov3lyfl0w3rs]

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~𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷~ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ꩜ Jackie Taylor x Fem!Oc

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“Ｉ ｄｏｎｔ ｒｅｇｒｅｔ ｉｔ”

chapter 5

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"Now we're going to need something to clean the wound ,"

Misty said, running off to who knows where. Here I was, sitting against a tree with a huge ass laceration on my back, feeling utterly helpless.

"Okay, I have some alcohol," Misty announced as she tore off the lid.

"Huh?" My voice was hoarse from crying. I had told Jackie to go help others, despite her begging to stay. I didn't want her seeing me like this, especially not bawling my eyes out, which was not attractive whatsoever. The immense burning on my back snapped me out of my daydreams. "FUCK!" I screamed as Misty abruptly poured the alcohol on my wound.

"I have good and bad news. What do you want to hear first?" she asked, walking in front of me so I could see her.

"Uh... I don't know, good?" I muttered, covering my face with my bloodied hands.

"The rod didn't fully go through you," she said.

"Uh, okay?.. alright," I said slowly, not sure whether to be happy or not.

"But you could die due to infections," Misty deadpanned.

"WHAT?" I choked on my spit and automatically got goosebumps. "What the hell do you mean?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"I mean, you had a foreign object impale you, so..." she said, crossing her arms. "We need meds, and look around, it doesn't look like we have much."

"But I'll work on trying to find some. For now, we need to make a tourniquet," she said, running off towards the direction of the suitcases. I really hoped my suitcase was somewhere out here and not burnt to a crisp because I had really cute clothes in there.

Misty returned with a makeshift tourniquet, which was originally a shirt. "Alright, this might hurt a lot, but we need to stop the bleeding," she said, her voice calm and methodical. She tied the tourniquet around my waist, tightening it until the bleeding slowed.

"Okay, we need to keep you as still as possible to prevent further injury. The alcohol should help disinfect the wound, but we need antibiotics to prevent infection," she explained, her tone filled with a mix of urgency and knowledge.

I nodded, trying to focus on her words rather than the pain. "Thanks, Misty. You're really smart, you know that?"

She gave me a small smile. "I've read a lot of medical journals. Comes in handy in situations like this."

As she worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Despite the dire circumstances, Misty's calm and nerdy demeanor provided a strange sense of comfort. She was like a walking encyclopedia, and right now, that was exactly what I needed.

"Can you walk?" she asked, her eyes scanning the area for potential dangers.

"I think so," I said, gritting my teeth as I tried to stand. The pain was excruciating, but I managed to get to my feet with Misty's help.

"Let's go. We'll find a way to get through this," she said, her determination evident in her voice.

As we made our way through the wreckage, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. With Misty's knowledge, maybe we had a chance of surviving this nightmare.

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Before I knew it, night had fallen, and the darkness around me was thick and unsettling. I had been sitting at the same tree stump for what felt like hours, and to be honest, it probably was. I was chipping at my nail polish and fidgeting with the tight tourniquet around my waist. Hey, at least it made my waist look snatched, so a win is a win, right?

The pain from the wound was excruciating, so I didn't bother talking to anyone. If somebody had the audacity to say "you're going to be okay" for the 14th time today, I was going to slap them.

As I was busy peeling at my nail polish, I saw a figure standing in front of me.

"Hey," the figure said.

I looked up and saw it was Jackie.

"Hi," I said shortly, continuing to mess with my nails.

"I was going to ask how you're doing, but... y'know," she laughed as she sat down beside me.

"Oh, shut up," I laughed with her.

I turned my head to look at her, making eye contact. She softly smiled at me.

"Soo, about the party," she said, breaking eye contact by looking down, almost trying to hold in a smile.

"Oh god, please, anything but that," I groaned.

"What?" she said, looking my way.

"No, like, I just mean it'll be awkward," I laughed nervously. I genuinely suck at these types of things, and I didn't want her thinking I didn't enjoy it... because I really did.

"Oh," she laughed quietly.

"Did you like... hate it or something?" she teased me.

"No!" I said rather loudly. "I mean, like, no, I guess," I tried my best to act nonchalant and shrugged.

She laughed again, biting her lip.

The silence between us grew, thick with unspoken words and tension. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, not just from the pain but from the weight of our conversation. Jackie shifted closer, her shoulder brushing against mine. The contact sent a shiver down my spine.

"Look, I know things are weird right now," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want this to change anything between us."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Yeah, me neither," I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly.

Jackie reached out and took my hand, her touch gentle but firm. "We'll figure this out, okay? Together."

I squeezed her hand, grateful for her presence. "Okay," I whispered, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

The night seemed to close in around us, the darkness amplifying the tension between us. I could hear the distant sounds of the others, but it felt like we were in our own little bubble, isolated from the rest of the world.

Jackie's eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—it all seemed to disappear in that brief connection. But the moment was fleeting, and reality came crashing back in.

"We should get some rest," Jackie said, breaking the silence. "We'll need our strength for tomorrow."

I nodded, reluctantly letting go of her hand. "Yeah, you're right."

As she stood up to leave, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. I wanted to reach out, to hold onto her, but I knew I couldn't. Not now, not with everything that was happening.

"Goodnight," she said, giving me one last smile before walking away.

"Goodnight," I whispered, watching her disappear into the darkness. I leaned back against the tree stump, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

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I groaned as I attempted to stretch my back, which only ended up with me crying out in pain. Great, I'm crippled, I had somehow completely forgotten.

I shakily stood up against the tree, trying my best not to fall over and injure myself any worse. "Whew," I breathed out, tucking my hair behind my ears and making my way toward the group.

I had completely isolated myself from everybody. The last thing I wanted was to talk to anyone. I was cranky, hungry, and in pain;not in the mood. But then again, I couldn't get on anybody's bad side because, once again, we're in the middle of nowhere, and anything can happen.

My brain was still stuck on the conversation Jackie and I had. A part of me wanted to kiss her. But that would be kind of a jerk move since we literally just crashed. Ugh, I don't know. That also reminded me—has she talked to Shauna about the whole boyfriend cheating thing? I know that conversation is going to be intense, and I totally want to witness it.

"Hey," I croaked out as I made my way toward the group. They were sitting down, rationing water and food. Wow, thanks for waking me up everybody. Pft. What if I, like...starved to death in my sleep?

"Here, get some water," Jackie said quickly as she poured me some into a cup and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I smiled as I sat next to her.

"Travis, what are you doing?" Van yelled as he ran over like a big fatass and took a bunch of food.

I gave him a dirty look as he passed by.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but we're kind of in a situation here, Flex," Lottie scoffed.

"Don't," Nat spat.

I groaned and side-eyed Jackie. We both tried to hold in our laughs. I accidentally let out a snort, and everybody looked at me. "What?" I questioned, drinking my water with a small smile.

"Who died and made him king of snacks?" Lottie continued.

"His dad, Lottie," Nat argued. "Literally his fucking dad."

"Oh my god," I whispered. Can everyone just shut the hell up?

"Yeah, I'm leaving. Y'all are annoying," I scoffed and made my way over to the suitcases to try and find mine. I brought two dark blue suitcases with stickers all over them, so they're pretty recognizable.

As I rummaged through the pile, I couldn't help but think about Jackie. Her presence was comforting, but the awkwardness between us was intense. I could feel her eyes on me even now, making my heart race and my mind whirl with confusion.

I found one of my suitcases, pulling it out with a triumphant huff. As I unzipped it to check for supplies, I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Jackie.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice tinged with concern.

"Hey," I replied, not looking up. I focused on the contents of my suitcase, pretending to be busy.

"You okay?" she asked, stepping closer.

"Yeah, just peachy," I said sarcastically. "As okay as one can be after a plane crash."

"I get it," she said, her tone more serious. "But you don't have to go through this alone. We're all in this together."

"I know," I sighed, finally looking up at her. "It's just...a lot, you know?"

"Yeah, I do," she nodded, sitting down next to me.

"About the party..."

"Can we not talk about that right now?" I interrupted, feeling my cheeks flush. I really don't want to have this conversation again.

Jackie looked at me, her eyes soft but determined. "We need to actually talk about it at some point."

"I know," I admitted. "But not now. Not here."

"Fair enough," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just know I don't regret it."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "I don't either."

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us almost tangible. Finally, Jackie broke the silence.

"Let's go back to the group," she said, standing up and extending a hand to help me up.

"Sure," I said, taking her hand and standing up slowly, wincing at the pain in my back.

We walked back to the group, the awkwardness still lingering but slightly eased by our shared understanding.

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Authors note: small lil chapter, i also changed the faceclaim to Lauren de Graaf aswell.

[darthmaclunkey]

round up round up, here's the rest of the films I saw in 2024:

la chimera: I feel like I kept zoning in and out of this one but josh o'connor was really good in it and the cinnamontography was delicious

furiosa: a mad max saga: I did not feel okay after this. the futility of revenge served cold, a long and chilling epic after the madcap dash of fury road. I loved it. fury road is one of my favourite films of all time and this felt like a very worthy followup

billy elliot: always makes me cry

pride and prejudice (2005): I will never not love this film. the hand touch!!

the force awakens: we watched this for my birthday while building the d-0 lego set my partner had bought me. I forgot how much of a drama queen kylo is in this one

twisters: saw this in 4dx and it's probably the only film 4dx is valid for. why didn't they leT GLEN POWELL AND DAISY EDGAR-JONES KISS AT THE END!!

i saw the tv glow: my #1 film of the year. eviscerated me. disembowelled me. left me bleeding in the gutter. no, really, I came out of the cinema and was crying hysterically in the middle of the street in broad daylight

a new hope: I shit you not, I've seen this honestly about 40 times and this is the FIRST time I noticed boba fett in the special edition

alien: romulus: SO much fun and way better than I thought it'd be. not sure how I feel about the infamous cameo but I had a blast watching this

the terminator: first time I'd ever seen it. I can't believe you see arnie's dick like 5 mins in

return of the jedi: with this, I've finally seen all the star wars films in the cinema. except for the clone wars pilot movie. but I don't want to experience that in the cinema thanks

terminator 2: judgement day: objectively perfect. loud as hell. so many guns. linda hamilton is ripped and I looked at her very disrespectfully

megalopolis: this has the potential to be the next The Room (2003, dir. Tommy Wiseau)

the substance: absolutely go off. this was so good. it WENT THERE in the last 20 mins

the last jedi: I will die on the hill of defending this film. so wonderful to see it back on the big screen

the outrun: one of the best films of 2024. saorsie ronan delivers the performance of her career. bawled my eyes out at the end

bram stoker's dracula: simultaneously the best and worst film I've ever seen. lethal levels of cuntserven from all involved. I unironically think this is a better take on the story than robert eggers' nosferatu

anora: felt this one could have been about 40 mins shorter but it was so lovely and sympathetic to its central cast, and I'm so glad it didn't take the easy way out with the ending

music by john williams: that's why he's the goat!!

close encounters of the third kind: a masterpiece. a gorgeous sci fi story that's actually a stealthily unjudgemental film about a man having a mental breakdown. hit very close to home and made me cry a lot

brazil: one of my favourite christmas movies. also a masterpiece

interstella 5555: the 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem: look I'm glad I got to see this released in cinemas and obviously the music slaps. but the AI upscaling was vile and completely ruined it

wall-e: a perennial favourite

home alone: one of my partner's favourite christmas movies. to be honest, it just made me kinda sad. kevin's family don't really seem to give a flying fuck about him

le pupille: beautifully shot. please commission more stuff like this disney!

a grand day out: perfect. i would die for gromit

edward scissorhands: the first of a boxing day movie marathon. hadn't seen it since I were a 13 year old emo. unexpectedly touching

muppet christmas carol: the second of a boxing day movie marathon. my favourite christmas movie. give the meeces their cheeses!!!

it's a wonderful life: the third of a boxing day movie marathon. hits me every time

conclave: GRAAAHHHHH!!!!! it's so good. best use of a vape in cinema ever

when harry met sally: our hogmanay watch. I'd never seen it before and was completely and utterly taken by it. so delightful

and, to finish, here's my ranking of my top 10 releases in 2024:

all the films I've seen so far in 2024 and my brief reviews of them:

ferrari: despite the appropriately thematic surname, adam driver felt weirdly miscast. sound design went hard though

bullet train: was an adequate film to keep visiting relatives interested

next goal wins: fumbled some of the characters. michael fassbender was great tho

poor things: good but book 100000x better. why take it out of glasgow and stop short of the actual revelatory ending?

godzilla minus one: truly excellent, no notes

rebel moon pt 1: truly awful, lots of notes. it wouldn't even be good as star wars fanfiction on wattpad. zack snyder owes me 134 mins of my life back

dungeons and dragons honour among thieves: so much fun!!

the zone of interest: very, very, very good

all of us strangers: great, but that ending soured me beyond belief

the holdovers: phenomenal cast, no misses. angus tully i will never forget you

dune part 2 (twice): talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it

starship troopers: unironically amazing. michael ironside serves every time

tron: the graphics? groundbreaking for their time. everything else? eh

tron legacy: the music? fuck it up daft punk!! everything else? eh

sometimes I think about dying: beautiful, relatable, heartbreaking. deserves way more attention

civil war: too nihilistic and centrist for me, but it's very good. jesse plemons' scene nearly gave me a panic attack

challengers: way less raunchy than the hype made it out to be. very silly and fun. trent reznor never misses

the martian: i simply love to watch people being competent and getting a job done

logan lucky (fourth time!): an ultimate comfort film for me. daniel craig is at his best when playing weirdos with strong accents

love lies bleeding: i think i hauve covid

[missyaess]

Until you get to know someone pt- 1.

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

tw: depression,anxiety and stress , maybe a little uncharacteristic for Bakugo? I’m not sure it’s my first fic :p

(Angst,frenemies to lovers)

As everyone gathered around Midoriya’s desk to talk about the exam you all just had,you were at your desk trying not to bawl your eyes out.You had always been a gifted child since elementary school -according to your parents- yet right now you were not living up to your potential -also according to them.-

It seemed like no matter what you did you were never good enough,like you used to be when you got into UA.Ever since the school year started you’d been having trouble sleeping,studying,eating,training and making friends.You didn’t imagine your years at UA would pass like this but here you were,another probably failed exam and no one to talk about your problems.

There were some people who tried to get close to you,like Mina and Uraraka but you never quite felt like you fit in with their groups.You didn’t feel enough and that made you uncomfortable.After a while you assumed they lost interest in you but they would still say good morning every day and talk to you during the day sometimes .You were really grateful for the little amount of human communication you were getting thanks to their kindness.No one was being mean or excluding you,it was just your own doubts and insecurities getting in your way.You knew that,yet it was harder to overcome your demons then simply just acknowledging them.

Yes, no one was bad.Except Katsuki Bakugo.You don’t know why but ever since you met him,he has been nothing but a pain in your ass.You would’ve expected him to pick on someone academically challenging to him,yet your grades were nowhere near his grades.You couldn’t fight back against him for too long either,so you had no idea why but he picked on you more than anyone else.You weren’t sure whether he was you as a friend or opponent or someone he hated.

A loud bang came from the door being pulled too harshly,and you didn’t need to look up to know who just came into the classroom.

He passed midoriya’s desk and stopped right in front of yours,your head buried in your arms as you were holding yourself back.

-So how was the exam for everyone?

You knew he was talking directly to you but ignored it.Everyone else answered him but his gaze was locked on you.After seeing you were ignoring him like you usually did,he kneeled next to your desk so he could see your face.

-Did ya not hear me?

-Now is not A good time, Kacchan.

You said in a mocking tone like you usually did while talking to him,without lifting your head up.

-I told you to stop calling me that!

-And I told you to stop bothering me!

He kicked your desk and you lifted your head at this.

-What the hell is your problem?Can’t you see I’m not willing to entertain you right now?Just give me a break!

He was taken aback by your response,which was unlike your usual snarky comeback.You noticed how everyone was looking at you by now and most of them had their eyes wide open at the scene in front of them.Everyone was used to your usual banter but they never saw you this angry.Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse,Bakugo came in the picture and ruined it further.You couldn’t deal with this right now.You got up and left the classroom as you felt the stare of a certain blonde behind your head.

You went into your dorm room and crashed into your bed.When you thought back to all your classmates witnessing you screaming like a toddler,even tho Bakugo deserved it, was embarrassing to think about.Today couldn’t get any worse.You dozed off into a much needed sleep.

After what felt like 15 minutes of sleep but was actually 2 hours as the clock showed, you heard a knock on your door.Grumpily,you got up and opened it.It was the last person you wanted to see right now.

-You look horrible.

As Bakugo said,you probably did look horrible with a drool on the side of your face and messed up hair.You decided to ignore his comment.

-What are you doing here?

Bakugo huffed and put his hands in his pockets.

-Look we were just talking in the common room with all the other dumbasses and…

As he took more time to gather his words you were becoming more and more impatient.He noticed this and stumbled on his words a little bit.This shocked you.

-L-Look what I’m trying to say is…I didn’t know you were going through a tough time and…I guess I shouldn’t have done that…

You were shocked,was Bakugo Katsuki,THE Bakugo Katsuki trying to apologize to you?You’ve never once seen him apologize, not even to his friends.

-Yeah,you shouldn’t have.

You crossed your arms on your chest.You couldn’t believe what was happening right now.You were going to enjoy every second of his torture.

-Well then maybe you shouldn’t have been such a-!

Bakugo stopped himself abruptly.Classic,you thought.Even as he was trying to apologize he still couldn’t hold his tongue back.

You didn’t feel angry or sad anymore,somehow a simple not-so apology from Bakugo made your day way better.Maybe because you knew how hard this must be for him.Maybe because you’ve never thought he looked cuter than he did right now.

-Thanks for trying to apologize,it means a lot.

You said truthfully and his eyes widened with surprise.You took a step closer to him and smiled.He was blushing,hard.

-Is this really so embarrassing for you?

You asked enjoying this new side of him.He got even redder at this and took a step back.

-Hah,you wish!I’ll see you tomorrow ya extra.

With that he hurried away,turning around to look if you were still looking once he took a couple steps and stuttering to himself when he saw you were.

You suddenly felt uplifted and better.Something felt like it changed today and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.But you knew you were looking forward to tomorrow.

[weebsinstash]

*sighs as I add the yandere Batfam to my Blorbo list* do y'all ever have such a genuinely unsatisfying life and childhood you start for whatever reason vicariously living through age regression ideas where you're literally raised by other people

Like imagine you're a superhero/vigilante but you're fairly small time and you've actually bumped into Batman a handful of times and, he actually likes you, your heart is in the right place, and through some wacky villain shenanigans or some Lazarus Pit fuckery, you get zapped by a ray gun or hit wirh a spell or "resurrected wrong" and suddenly Bruce has to deal with a de-aged you, a teenager without their adult memories and aged back to before you developed your skills or your metagene that gave you your powers

And here's Batman already shoving adopted children into his pockets like breadsticks at olive garden "oh no, ANOTHER orphan/kid with a horrible childhood in need of a home? Whatever shall we do. Oh no my hand slipped and I already texted Alfred to prepare a room to stay and oh no my Waynazon shopping list is suddenly full of new furniture and gifts and clothes and i already emailed Dick and Barabaras university so you can get a better education and oh wow just what is going on this is so weird"

Alfred standing by with his dry wit whenever Reader gets hormonal or does typical teenager things "ah yes, yelling 'I hate you' and slamming doors, I definitely didn't have enough of this experience raising you, Master Wayne" but like he adores it really, we all know this man is a caretaker at heart and as someone who 'knew you before' st least through what Bruce has told him, he's happy to help give you a better life

Of course then complications arise whenever Reader gets her memory back (and potentially extremely pissed she was kept as a child and literally no attempts, none, zero, nada, zilch attempts were made to turn her back to normal) and she's like "ok well I'm mentally an adult again but I'm still in a kids body, let's try and turn me back and then I can be a real adult again" and the entire batfamily is just "OR, hear me out, OR. You could stay here though? And if you wanna be a crimefighter you should at least stay with us but like its jusr ao dangerous though what if you got hurt 🥺" IF they let you return to hero work at all but let's be real, if you did, I think Bruce would be so proud to put a little bat symbol or R or whatever on your uniform cause it's like, awwww bonding, everyone's gonna know you're his lil protege 🥰

And imagine Reader goes to confront Bruce about this whole thing and you just start bawling because "was I just such a pathetic loser before that you wanted to change everything about me" and like he did the whole thing with good intentions but, YEAH he did absolutely lie to you and kind of shape you a little for the few years you were "raised" by him and you're standing there with your new clothes and your new haircut and all the hobbies he's paid for and the education he's paid for and all the new things you've learned and can do because he had the resources to give them to you and you're wondering what was so unlikable about you before that he doesnt want you to be that person again, to be the person you've always known and lived your life as

Suffice to say he isn't going to turn you back at all and if you have to "return to your old self" by literally naturally aging back to your "original age" then so be it. You've got an entire mansion filled with your loving 'family' and you're happy and you're healthy and really, maybe you're just being anxious and scared and all it will take is time for you to adjust and see that all of them know what's best. Amd if you never do adjust and you're just kept around anyways, well, it doesn't make much of a difference to them. Hell, maybe they'll find a hero or villain or magic user who can, you know, maybe make you forget all about the life you had before, completely wipe your head until only the Wayne family, your family, is left

Really, Bruce would consider it just to hear you call him 'Dad' again

[vongaught]

A list of my favorite Danganronpa ships and why I like them, that no one asked for. (Not in any specific order)

(It also contains spoilers so if you don't want that scoot)

1. Kaede X Rantaro

A bit rare but I really like them together. Aside from the fact that I like calling them A and A, I like the dynamic of person who can't be trusted and person who trust too easily. And that nail painting scene with Tsumugi third wheeling was just adorable.

2. Sonia X Gundham

Who doesn't love SonDam? I liked their interactions throughout the game! I live for Sonia unintentionally making Gundham all blushy blushy and the fact that she indulges his interests sincerely is adorable. They're both nerds and I love them for it.

3. Fuyuhiko X Peko

Now this. THIS made me cry, bawl, scream and throw up more tears. Fuyuhiko and Peko are EVERYTHING. Childhood friends, Fuyuhiko most likely having romantic interest in Peko but Peko still feels confined in the I'm a tool thing. Not only that I believe Peko mentioned that she had a childhood friend that she wanted to take on a date once the Killing game was done (most likely Fuyuhiko). That whole emotional scene in Chapter 2 was just beautiful and KuzuPeko is just the best.

4. Miu X Kiibo

Aside from just ultimate pervert inventor wants to fuck the robot thing, I feel that they can be so much more. Maybe I'm just high off of headcannons (which I am) but I vibe with the whole no one understands Miu so she only vibes with robots and Kiibo, who's a robot, tries to understand humans but can't so who better to help them with their shit than each other.

5. Mondo X Kiyotaka

No explanation needed. They're bros and the bromance is strong.

6. Maki X Kaito

Idiot space nerd in love with cold blooded caregiver who turns out to be an assassin. I believe that confession in Trial 5 speaks for itself.

7. Chiaki X Izuru

I'm a sucker for beauty and the beast and this ship is the embodiment of everything I love about that fairytale. That scene in the anime where he cries for her and he doesn't even know who the hell she is hits hard.

8. Kokichi X Shuichi

I have no idea why I fell in love with this ship. I guess I really like the idea of the Phantom Thief Au where Shuichi chases after Kokichi. This ship gives me Akechi and Akira vibes from Persona 5 and I kind of like it. Also the potential of the ambiguity of Ouma's thoughts and motives gives me life because I can project the angst that I had when shipping RyoMina from Persona 3.

9. Mukuro X Makoto

Another one with a cute nickname, I like calling them the MnM's (Moxxie and Millie brainrot). I just wanted good things for Mukuro and who better to give her love than our good-hearted protag Makoto.

10. Mahiru X Hiyoko

This one I don't really ship hardcore but I find it to be very adorable and I wish they had more screen time because Mahiru made Hiyoko more tolerable and genuinely a good person for like 4 seconds. I also feel like the strong bond they have is just so cute.

11. Nagito X Hajime

NOW, I have a love-hate relationship with this ship. I love it because I think that they both make each other better (more like Hajime can control Nagito to an extent) and they have really cute moments with each other. BUT on the other hand I despise this brainrot inducing trash, not only does it give me insurmountable amounts of anger but it also makes me hate the shipping fandom of Danganronpa. This ship just kind of doesn't make sense to me because Hajime doesn't like Nagito?? And the toxic KomaHina shippers are just the worst.

moving on.

12. Korekiyo X Angie

I thought it was funny lol

It genuinely started off as a joke. I see those Danganronpa but the wheel decides their fate videos all the time and almost all the videos I see Angie always gets killed by Kiyo and I started shipping it for shits and giggles. but now it just stuck to me so it went from "it's just a joke" to "it's not a joke anymore 😦".

[mydemimonde]

stranger things vol2 spoilers below!

no but seriously WHAT A SHITTY WAY TO TREAT A CHARACTER WITH SO MUCH POTENTIAL like???? eddie munson im so sorry, you deserved so much better.

i have been bawling for almost 2 hours, no other character's death hit me so much like eddie's. im gonna be honest with you, i only started watching st because of the amount of eddie edits that invaded my fyp on tiktok and now that he's gone, there's no way in hell im watching s5.

eddie was such a good man, he cared so much for his friends, he fostered a club for people like him to join and feel they belonged somewhere, he wanted dustin and mike to have a good experience in high school and most importantly, he taught them not to be ashamed of who they truly were (especially dustin). his bond with dustin was remarkably beautiful. the "never change, dustin henderson" hit me so hard.

eddie just wanted to graduate, he wanted to keep playing d&d with his friends, he wanted to play at the hideout with his band. he deserved to live all those things!

what pisses me off is that they promised 5 deaths. there were only 3, and one of them was the one that was actually heartbreaking and unfair. WHY THE FUCK DO THEY KEEP INTRODUCING NEW AND INTERESTING CHARACTER (ESPECIALLY EDDIE, WHO IS SO, SOOO LOVED) JUST TO KILL THEM? it's just lazy writing. WHY ARE THEY SO AFRAID OF KILLING MAIN CHARACTERS? that is a high stake. and don't get me wrong, i love max. but the whole "dying but not actually dying, dying but oops nope! eleven saves her" doesn't work for me.

and it really breaks my heart that he died for a town that hates him. a town that judged him and called him a freak, a town that im sure wanted him dead. if they only took the time to actually know him, like dustin said, they would've loved him so much. but what's more upsetting, is that he died for nothing actually. vecna is still alive, and hawkins will surely fall next season.

the scene where wayne sees the doodled picture of eddie and has to put another one DESTROYED ME. and dustin explaining to him that he was a hero FUCKING KILLED ME. i assume that eddie was all the family he had, and now he's alone.

im so fucking angry and sad. i hate this with so much passion, and it makes me so sad that we won't see more of eddie, a character that i related to so much. this fucking sucks.

either way, eddie, im so proud of you bubs. i really want to hug you. you deserved so much better <3

[mimidorika]

Bleach Hot Take #1/100

Gin died a selfish death.

While Gin did what he thought would make Rangiku not cry anymore, throughout the betrayal and even after his death, he was the sole reason why she was miserable. His goal didn't even matter. The moment he drew his last breath, Rangiku cried her eyes out so hard that I bawled out with her. He never told her what really happened nor spoke of his double-cross with Aizen. HE COULD HAVE SAID ANYTHING TO HER! ANYTHING GOOD TO IMPART ON HIS LAST MINUTES EXISTING. BUT, NO. NOTHING. He was just glad that he said sorry awhile back. Did he even love her to consider how she would feel?

I cannot deny that people hold different views on love and how they show it varies. Maybe Gin's perspective was it's better to love her from the outside and not get in her way, ignore her and keep her in the dark of his future plans... now do you see a pattern here? does this count as someone who's prioritizing their loved one first? Even if it is at the cost of everything including her? Was it even worth it?

I have seen a lot of forums comparing Gin to Itachi (From Naruto). Since both of them are deemed martyrs and that they did everything whether it was good or bad, for the person they care about. I strongly disagree with this.

The story of Itachi is a masterpiece. He was tasked to annihilate his entire clan to avoid a conceivable war, he knew it was wrong but, did it anyway because of his duty and allegiance as an ANBU and for the chance of a less chaotic world. In the latter part of the manga, Obito exposed his true story to Sasuke—that Itachi was a double agent who betrayed his clan instead of the Leaf Village. Itachi's father was the mastermind of the potential uprising of a war.

He slaughtered them all, his relatives, his partner, his mother and father, all of them, except one. He spared Sasuke, his little brother. You could see throughout the series, how subtly he cared for Sasuke, how he planned on Sasuke being the one to deal the final blow, to exact the burning hatred and revenge that he has caused. He bore the burden, the trauma and the animosity. He knew what he had done was unforgivable.

Yes, he is not a saint, who would even do that to their lil bro? but, I ask of you, consider their world and how it functions and see how Itachi in the beginning was fighting a losing battle. He did not have a choice. The only thing he could do is guide Sasuke from afar, protect him the only way he can and after all is said and done, be killed by his lil bro's hands, freeing him of further anarchy and vengeance. They even managed to talk to each other, with no masks and apprehensions during their final fight.

Hell, when he was re-animated by Kabuto in the war, he was happy for Sasuke and how far he has come. He also said that it's okay if he would never forgive him. All he wanted was his lil bro to live his life whatever path he chooses. That is what I call SELFLESS. That is LOVE. WHOLESOME.

Now, Gin on the other hand, is a whole different story. While his motive for joining Aizen's rebellion was vague at first, when it came to his character's climax (him double-crossing Aizen), we got a chance to take a peek on exactly why he was doing all of this... and all of it comes back to Rangiku.

In the canon series, their dialogue between each other are quite minimal. The most honest emotion, Gin ever expressed was when Rangiku held his wrist and trapped him with her Zanpakuto. "If only you had held on a bit longer. Sorry."

Now it makes me think of two things:

He never wanted to get this far. Gin was, indeed, hellbent on enacting his revenge on Aizen but, didn't take in account for how long it would take and how much time he would sacrifice not being with Rangiku. Now, that he is neck-deep in Aizen's plot, he can't get out all willy-nilly, so might as well execute the plan whatever it takes and/or...

He never cared what Rangiku felt. He was focused only on his mission and disguised it as justice when in fact, Rangiku never asked him to do anything about it. She is more bothered and saddened by the fact, that Gin is always abandoning her. She is drowning herself with sake almost everyday (witnessed by Capt. Hitsugaya and her drinking buddies, Shuuhei, Kira and Renji) and we all know why she keeps doing this self-destructive behavior. She questions her self-worth, asks why does he keep leaving without telling her where he goes. That's cold AF.

I watched all episodes of Bleach, the fillers, the movies, the game intros, I am even active in Bleach Brave Souls where all characters are still alive and are updated with stories... There is a side story where Gin (prior to the Karakura War Arc) visited the human world to attend a festival. When asked, he says that stress isn't good for anybody and that he just wanted to have some fun. Eventually, he runs into Rangiku and notes that, she would look pretty in a yukata but, before she even gets the chance to talk to him, he just freakin' leaves. Vanishes! Disappears! I was like WHAT WHAT THE FRICK

And even after that! Renji and Ichigo asks Rangiku what's wrong and here she does what she's best at, hiding the pain and constantly lying about being fine. AUGH I FEEL SO MUCH FOR RANGIKU

He avoids her like the plague smh, yeah i know i know Aizen might become suspicious of him if he ever was found to have close ties with her but, geez, he has done a lot of things with other shinigami characters that Aizen never questioned him about sooo ???? also if Aizen was indeed, all-knowing like in the case of Ichigo where he literally watched him grow up as a part of his plan, wouldn't he have already known of Gin and Rangiku's past relationship ??? if it was even that important ??? so why Gin still chose to ??? ignore her ???

Gin and Rangiku's relationship does not make sense to me. It's like they're two different people who didn't grow up together.

Comparing them to Rukia and Renji who were childhood friends, you would see such a stark contrast. Yes, after Rukia was adopted by the Noble Kuchikis, Renji distanced himself from her and the reason for that, was because he thought that if he spent more time with her, Rukia would separate from the Kuchiki household. He thought he was doing her a favor, her being a part of something that they once had, a family. Also, he felt inferior and unworthy, seeing as he lacked a high-ranking position in his respective squad back then.

In the Soul Society Arc, admittedly, Renji was a complete asshole to Rukia at the time of her arrest but, ultimately, did a 180 and almost freaking DIED fighting HIS CAPTAIN, Kuchiki Byakuya, for her. Scratch that, he almost DIED two more times, battling Ichigo and Aizen. During his duel with Ichigo, Renji did the most selfless act, dropping his pride and honor just to woefully beg for Ichigo to save Rukia.

He knew he was no match for the upcoming battles, seeing as he could not defeat a mere Ryoka... He trained his butt off acquiring a BANKAI, to be more powerful in hopes of reaching for the stars, for RUKIA. He vows to be her protector even if he freakin' DIES. If that ain't true love, IDK what is ?????

There were so many ways for Gin to get back at Aizen without sacrificing his relationship with Rangiku. Sparing her from the torment and regret. Just saying, if he didn't brown nose his way into Aizen's plan, he could've fought alongside the Gotei 13 during the Arrancar saga and he'd still be alive today. Instead, he chose to harbor a grudge from someone else's misfortune, pretend like that someone never existed, and turns it into his own concoction of misplaced heroism.

In the movie, Diamond Dust Rebellion, when Capt. Hitsugaya went missing (he abandoned his post and left his subordinates, Soul Society then suspects him of treason), there is a scene where Rangiku says, "Why does everyone just disappear without saying anything?", both Rukia and Renji who were present in the room with her, were shocked. And Renji being the lovable oaf that he is, blurted out that Capt. Hitsugaya is different from Gin.

HER FACE THO. HER FACE WHEN SHE HEARD HIS NAME, JUST CRUSHED MY HEART INTO LITTLE FUCKING PIECES. RANGIKU DOES NOT DESERVE THIS.

After everything that had happened, Rangiku contemplates on Gin's actions. On how much she hated that he would disappear without leaving her anything behind to remember him by... but she later appreciates that the absence of him was what she needed, pushing her forward to finally move on.

Now, for the record, one of my favorite Bleach characters is GIN! and I have been and still am a Gin x Rangiku enjoyer. I think what happened to them was unfair and tragic. Up until now, I feel sorry for the both of them.

In conclusion, before i forget, I just wanna say this...

You can criticize a ship and still be a fan of it.

Please understand that it's okay to see both the bad and the good when it comes to shipping. It makes it more enriching and fun to discuss.

I only talked about what happened in the canon universe so if ever Kubo-sensei would continue his new one-shot exploring the treacherous Hellverse, we might and i say "might" get to see Gin and the others again. Well, it is quite confirmed that Yamamoto, Unohana and Ukitake (possibly Kaien and Chojiro, too) are in hell, as well as all of the dead Espadas but, in Tousen and Gin's case... since they were not given the proper or traditional "send-off" ceremony, their potential presence is highly unlikely.

until next time. see ya!

[chemicalpink]

Lonely Hearts Club ♡ BTS OT7

Pairing: female reader x OT7

Warning: smut. polyamory. kinda voyeurism (? like- how else are you supposed to make an 8 people intercourse work.

A/N: this has a very poor representation of polyamory ok. It actually contains everything that is not how polyamory works, but it’s in favour of the theme. This is my last work for the Electra Heart Series

Summary: January to December, do you wanna be a member? In this Lonely Hearts Club, do you want to be with somebody like us? 

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.5k

“Where are you going Kookie?” Taehyung called from his spot cuddled on Jimin’s side without really tearing his eyes from the screen as they both watched some movie on the couch, a usual Friday night. 

Jungkook paused for half a second as he made sure he had everything in his pocket before heading to the door “Out”

“Out where?” Jungkook groaned loudly at the questioning, as if it were nothing common within their relationship, determined to extend the silence in the room long enough to be comfortably dismissed from the conversation.

“Out with that girl he has yet to come clean to” Yoongi mentioned as he made his way to the living room, bag of chips in hand and stuffing a few inside his mouth as he did “which by the way, I’ve told him a thousand times before, it’s not decent to keep on leading her on”

“I’m not” the youngest murmured under his breath, which earned him a pointed look from Yoongi, followed by the TV pausing and both of the other men to turn their attention to him “I’m not leading her on”

A hand was placed on his right shoulder from behind, making him startle, wide doe eyes in full display as Seokjin voiced his input in the situation “You’re going out with a girl that we all know likes you while being a relationship, Jungkookie” Seokjin made the most overdramatic pout “I’d say that’s leading her on, plus, placing us second”

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, already knowing he was about to be very late to the date “You guys all said you were okay with me dating out of the circle”

“You know we’re messing with you, come on, you’ll be late for your date” he’d have to thank Namjoon for always coming to the rescue when Seokjin was being a little bit too much.

If someone was to tell him he would end up in a polyamorous relationship he would have laughed in their face. If someone was to tell him that he would end up in a polyamorous relationship with the six older men he was forced to share his college unit with, he would have crumbled apart right there and then, it was no secret whatsoever that he had the biggest crush on the six of them the moment he first saw them, call it gay panicking or whatever.

And you see, things were going smooth, at least as smooth as they could be when 7 people are dating each other, minus the stares when they went out in public, the questioning of their not so close friends and the constant battle royale when it came down to sleeping arrangements, it was smooth. Until you came along. Sure, after eight months of him joining the polycule, and people unable to think outside their monogamous mindset, a fair number of guys and girls had approached him, which was always meant to go in either of two possible ways:

First, and best, case scenario, they were only interested in a fling, a one night stand that ultimately turns into a somewhat friendly distanced greeting when on campus, it was a thing between the seven men after all, being able to casually date outside the circle and understanding that the strongest emotional bond was with their boyfriends at home, although… Jungkook was the one doing it most often, Jimin following him casually in indulging in the pleasure of casual sex from time to time.

Second, and the hardest scenario due to him having the softest heart (if having Hoseok cutting ties with his potential partners in more than one occasion is anything to go by) is when after the first scenario, people keep trying to get in touch with him, not that there’s anything wrong with it but he wasn’t interested, plus, when he went as far as explaining the whole polyamory situation, people would dismiss it as an non-existent relationship or worse yet, there was a guy that went as far as telling him that all he needed was to be ‘dicked down good enough’ for him to stop being polyamorous; Yoongi had gone and had a friendly talk with the dude when Jungkook went home that night crying (he might have sent the guy to ER but there’s really no way to know)

So really, third case scenario was way out of control for him, said scenario being you. Never asking anything too invasive, hooked up a few times and even made him breakfast one of them which ended up with Jungkook bolting right out of your apartment, thinking that was it and he’d never see you again but boy was he wrong, you had texted him after to make sure he was okay, had the most amazing round of make up sex (could it even be called that when you two didn’t even fight? and it was all just him being a moron?).

So here’s the thing, maybe his heart started picking up when he saw you, maybe he started feeling butterflies when you two made out on your couch, maybe the blurred line between being a casual hook up and falling for you had become no line at all, and soon enough his hyungs started pestering him that he shouldn’t play with your feelings. God how much easier would it be if you were a student at his campus, with the amount of talk about the ‘7 best looking guys being in a polyamorous relationship’ really would have done the trick, so that he could stop the inner fear of losing you that came with owning it up and telling you he was indeed not just bisexual, but in an eight month relationship with 6 guys.

So far, Namjoon had had the most serious talk with him ever since he was invited to join the relationship, then came Yoongi constantly bickering with him as a passive agressive way to get him to come clean, Hoseok aggressively cuddling him while whispering borderline nasty and teasing things to him while Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin had made it their job to try and gatekeep him from you before any date with the theatrics of non existent jealousy. Deep down he knew it was wrong, so wrong of him to keep such a vital piece of information from you, then again, he couldn’t bear the feeling of seeing you being disgusted for his love choices, polyamory was one hell of a misunderstood topic, often overseen as being greedy and unable to choose. Which was a blatant lie. He had made a choice eight months ago, and it pained him to even think that if the time came, he would have to stand by it. He would choose the six of them all over again. No doubts in his mind he would choose them over you if it came to be like that.

What if he had spent a week bawling his eyes out at night after a date with you and quality time at home, people should mind their own business. And the men he loved the most in the world were proving to be deserving of his love yet again. He had cried one last time after thinking just how much they were meaning to go out of their way to keep Jungkook happy. They had kept him in their best interests when they decided that maybe, prior further consideration and a serious talk involving you and Jungkook, maybe an eight addition wouldn’t be so bad. 

“God I can’t believe we are not only condoning this behaviour but now we are endorsing it” Seokjin mentioned in one of his many overdramatic tones as he and Namjoon placed some delicious looking dishes out in their small backyard where they had all dressed up the place when little Jungkookie announced he was bringing you over.

Namjoon was quick to attempt to calm his boyfriend down while placing a small kiss on his lips “You’re overthinking” 

“Oh, I’m overthinking? How about Mr Jeon Jungkook who apparently can neither keep it in his pants nor grow a pair and tell someone that they are polyamorous, huh?” Namjoon really had to try his hardest not to burst out laughing at the way Seokjin’s words seemed to blend in together as they came out of his mouth in a flow that resembled a rap song “Don’t you try and gaslight me, Namjoon, I’ll have you know, psychology was my major before it was yours” 

“Doctor Kim has a beautiful ring to it” 

Seokjin did not stop a whole minute to stop placing everything out on the table as he kept on bickering with the younger “Don’t try to woo me Kim Namjoon, I know you only like the ring of it because we share the last name” 

Jimin walked out the exact moment they were blasting fiery heart eyes at each other, nothing out of the ordinary in their dynamic, “Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, I think she’s here” the youngest of the three lend a hand for the whole table to be set in record time, already hearing an additional female voice that didn’t use to be there before coming from inside “I don’t think Taehyung’s on board with all...this” 

“What do you mean he’s not on board, we talked about it before!” if there was the slightest bit of panic in Namjoon’s eyes, he was one hell of an actor to have it covered up as soon as he sensed Seokjin stiff on his side and the whole room began to feel stuffy even when being outside.

“Tae says he’s not coming down for dinner” Hoseok announced as he popped his head outside “Y/N is talking in the living room with Kookie and Yoongi, she seems nice” before disappearing inside the house.

“I fucking told you all of this would come to bite us in the ass Joonie, eight people is one person too many” may Seokjin’s inability to read eye expressions be damned when Namjoon and Jimin tried to get him to keep his voice down before any more damage was caused.

A mop of black hair popped up from inside just the way Hoseok had done before, startling the three men outside when Jungkook spoke “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, totally” Jimin tried to fake a smile which ended up being the fakest smile he had ever put on his face, making the youngest squint his eyes at the three of them in a questioning manner, a few seconds away from dismissing it, Seokjin broke 

“Taehyung is not taking part”

“What do you mean Taehyung is not taking part?” Jungkook’s eyes widened almost comically but anyone could see the anxiety and panic rising in them, Namjoon ever the peacemaker in the relationship intervening 

“Tae says he’s backing down, but I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“I’ll do it” Jungkook shook his head as he took off back inside to the opposite side from which he came from; even with the whole uncertainty of the situation, it was sure not to head the right way it should have.

“That sounds lovely, I can just imagine” you said as Namjoon, who had just introduced himself, finished a random story about all seven of them “So.. you all live here together then?”

“Oh yeah, inseparable bond and what not” Seokjin, the oldest of the seven smiled somewhat uncomfortably at you, avoiding any type of direct contact. At first it really seemed to have taken the right turn, chatting with Yoongi and Hoseok after Jungkook left to see if anything else was needed before dinner, but then things started to shift, an unknown but uncomfortable silence filling the room every now and then, the way Jimin couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat and Seokjin made little to no effort to not show just how uncomfortable he was. Jungkook had mentioned earlier that his housemates could be somewhat weird, without mentioning exactly how, but from the looks of it, it had something to do with dating within themselves. 

“Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom?” 

“Ah sure, upstairs, first door to the left” Yoongi answered with a tight lip smile on his face, everyone’s eyes discreetly following you in silence until your figure couldn’t be seen, probably out of earshot as murmurs took over the living room.

Not that you really needed to use the toilet but it would be nice to splash some cold water in your face if you wanted to even try and survive the rest of the night, but as you reached the end of the stairs, a room across what seemed to be the bathroom caught your attention, snuffling noises coming from the inside, and you really should stick to your own business, but how much weirder could the night go? apparently, exponentially weirder.

You reached the door that was conveniently slightly open, allowing you to take a peek inside, a guy sitting beside Jungkook  on the bed as he rubbed circles in the small of his back at the same time as he whispered things to his ear and you felt a pang in your chest, not really believing the whole sexual tension inside the room, perhaps your mind playing with you; up until the guy clearly nibbled Jungkook’s ear, a breathy moan escaping from his lips, your brain shortcircuiting between not understanding what was going on and finding it extremely hot.

“Tae no, you know I’m going out with Y/N” Jungkook said as the other guy moved around, seemingly placing a hand to his crotch in a playful manner, as far as the smirk in his face but obstruction of bodies allowed you to see from the door.

The guy’s eyes quickly turned to Jungkook in the biggest puppy stare you had ever seen, low voice above a whisper “Having someone around never stopped you before” 

“Please”

A heavier moan escaped from Jungkook’s mouth, hands immediately locking the guy around him as he straddled his hips on the bed “Do you not love us anymore?”

Whether it was whatever that was going on inside between the two of them, or the mention of love, that made you forget your compromising position, getting the feeling that you should stop watching and panicky closed the door, making your presence known, the world may never know, but there were thousands of thoughts running in your mind. Sure, Jungkook had never put a label on your relationship, and from time to time you had believed that perhaps there was something beautiful there, now coming to think of it, maybe his heart had always been occupied, as all those friends of yours that knew him from somewhere had once said to you, how it was the weirdest thing out there watching 7 great looking guys hanging out as if they were on a date, the unusual way they carried around each other. Not that it was bad, but i crushed your heart to know that you would never fit in, as much as you kicked it off with Jungkook and the sex was amazing, the dynamic between them seemed to put you as just a plaything for the youngest of them all.

“Y/N? Jungkookie wants to have a talk with you” you didn’t even noticed the shift of your surrounding, knowing Jungkook, how he most probably bolted right out of the room when they heard the door close forcefully, too absorbed in your thoughts, still too absorbed in your thoughts as Hoseok led you back down, sitting you down a few feet away from where Jungkook was seated, the TV playing a random programme in the back “You two do your stuff, we’ll be outside, feel free to join, okay?”

The TV Show echoed in the dark, it seemed like it had been hours since you joined Jungkook in his living room, wanting nothing more than cross the door and never see him again, but he was a great kid, you knew just how much he would blame himself over what were your insecurities and inability to speak up on the matter, on never questioning what game you two were playing, sleeping around, going on dates but not getting involved. Until he was the first one to speak up.

“I am in a polyamorous relationship, Y/N” he heaved a sigh, as if the world was lifting from his shoulders “Have been for the last eight months” 

Your heart sped up, the words unable to leave your lips, all tangled up on your brain “You should have told me before” you turned your face to where he was at the same time as he did the same “I would have understood”

“I don’t want to leave you”

“I know” which, you did know, time and time again he had made it clear that there was so much more to your relationship, although Jungkook wouldn’t express it out loud “I would love to have you… if there’s a way”

Jungkook’s doe eyes seemed to shine brighter at your words, although you could see tears forming in them “I don’t understand why would you want to be with someone like me” 

“Jeon Jungkook”  you scooted yourself to be closer to him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder “Some people are so full of love they can give a way to a lot of people, I understand that” his eyes lighted up at your words, the tiniest bit of hope in them 

A hand was placed on your shoulder, softly grabbing the exposed skin, making you turn your head to see Hoseok, shadows playing on his face as he smirked down at you “Plus, love will never be forever, might as well have seven plans ahead, right Y/N?” 

You could feel a lump in your throat at that, images of what you had witnessed inside the bedroom with Jungkook and his friend still fresh in your mind, clearing your throat you hesitated “Uhm.. I really don’t know how to feel about all this Hoseok” but as soon as the words left your mouth you could see the rest of the boys joining the living room, as if you were some kind of prey you were after, the only source of light coming from the fairy lights in the backyard, illuminating them as they approached, hiding their true intentions in their eyes at the same time as their faces became darker, heart thumping inside your ribcage

“Oh come on, Y/N I saw you looking at Jungkookie and I outside our bedroom” Taehyung mentioned, which made you flush, fortunately going unnoticed by the lack of light, although he chuckled as he once again straddled Jungkook inches beside you, an all-too familiar image of the both of them as he grinded hard down on Jungkook’s crotch, earning him a groan from the youngest  “Seemed to me you were enjoying it a bit too much”

A firm hand underneath your chin turned you to face upwards by the slightest, a face that took you seconds to recognise as Yoongi’s too close to yours, grazing his lips with yours before he tutted and added a “Good girls are meant to share their toys Y/N” for good measure.

“Jungkookie here practically gave you up before asking you to join us” Jimin added as he took a sit beside you, body clinging to Yoongi who was still too close to you

“I just-” you turned your face to Jungkook, who was currently busy with his mouth all over Taehyung and Hoseok, both on each side of him as they seemed to get an equal amount of attention from the youngest, your lower abdomen firing up at the image and the prospect of you taking part in the dynamic “I guess it doesn’t really sound so bad”

“Even Seokjin is willing to give you a taste” spoke Namjoon as he walked into the area with Seokjin just inches behind him, nodding his head when you locked eyes with the eldest “But I bet you’ll be Yoongi-hyung’s favourite”

“It’s your turn to call the shots, Y/N”

Instead of a response, you pull on Jimin’s shirt until he leans onto you, capturing you lips in his in a kiss that seems to last just seconds before he is placing you on top of him, allowing Yoongi to take you previous spot, caressing you side so when you lean back to catch a breath, his mouth is on yours stealing your breath away; out of the corner of your eye you watch as Hoseok has his hand inside Jungkook’s pants “Sharing is caring, Yoongi” you remind him as he tries to have a second go, Jimin’s laughter underneath you hitting the right places as he frictions his front side up to you, earning a soft moan from your lips, which only turns to a second one when you feel two wet mouths on each side of your jaw, gently nibbling on the skin before they stopped to kiss right in front of you, tongues catching, groans escaping from each of Seokjin and Namjoon throat before they turned to look at you and retrieved to their original spot to entertain themselves.

“As much as I’d love to take her, I think it’s best if we let Jungkook welcome her into our dynamic” a soft laugh falls from Jimin’s lips as you quietly gasp when he places you on the couch, an awaiting Jungkook on your side, the blond man taking his turn with Yoongi a few inches away.

Jungkook’s eyes seem dazed, and he quickly finds your mouth, just the way he did all those times before, except that now it was somewhat different from them, in a room full of people, his boyfriends, yours soon to be; as he absentmindedly tongues your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, a single hand slides underneath the fabric of your shirt as the other grips around your thigh, slowly working its way to where you could already feel your panties dampening. Fingers dancing familiarly over your nipples, “God I don’t know what I’d have done if you said no to this”, you barely register his words so you just nod in agreement, desperately wanting him to touch you where you needed the most. Warm fingers find your folds, stroking them slowly, squelching sounds that somehow don't seem to phase the way the rest of the group keeps on having their tongues deep down on someone elses throat, changing partners everytime you look up. The tips of his fingers find your entrance, slowly working a pace in and out, pairing it with wet kissed to your exposed neck as you try and hold on to his shirt for dear life “You’re so wet already”

His fingers pick up speed, barely curling into that soft spot inside you. Hips lifting slightly as your head lulls back against his shoulder, peaking both Jimin and Yoongi’s interest from beside you, a clear interest in the action if the way their pants seem to grow tighter by the second “Hey baby, is Jungkookie making you feel good?” voice raspy, dark, but soft lips on your own as the youngest kept his pace with his fingers, stretching you open on the couch.

“She sounds so sweet I can’t wait to taste her” Yoongi adds as his hand reaches out inside Jimin’s pants, starting to stroke his member to life. And that’s when you see it. Namjoon and Seokjin, ever so reserved, in their own little world, sitting across from all the action, hands on each other’s bulge, not daring to look away from you. And it somehow stirs you in all the right places, mind set already on giving them the best show ever. 

Hands cup your breasts from behind you, softly massaging them, feather like kisses on the back of your neck as your shirt is lifted, bra forgotten and your tits are free for everyone in the room to watch and enjoy, a voice behind you, owner of the hands pinching your nipples whispering in your ear “I’m willing to forgive you interrupting quality time with Kookie”

You feel a pinching in your clit joining Jungkook’s fingers pistoning into you, making you reach your orgasm in record time in a broken mess of calling out Jungkook’s name. Hoseok’s instantly reaching for the waistband of your panties to pull them down “Well I’d say, dinner’s served,Yoongi-hyung” before said man is  leaning forward, Yoongi’s hands exchanging Jimin’s cock for your knees – holding your legs open. Yoongi’s tongue takes a bold lick over your slit before he’s diving in, lips attaching to your clit as the tip of his tongue flicks against it. Hoseok’s chin is rested on your shoulder,ocassionaly opening up your outer lips to allow the elder a deeper access to your cunt,  watching Yoongi’s  tongue fuck into you. You could feel Taehyung’s thick length pressed into your lower back, the slow lift of his hips dragging it against you. Soft groans from the friction falling from his lips, mixing with the husky moans that echo from around the room as everyone watched Yoongi intently. Your eyes find Seokjin and Namjoon across the room, both of whom have since pulled their cocks from behind their pants, glistening tips on full display as their large hands stroke over the base of each other, their  hips moving to match the movement of their hands.

The tongue between your legs moves swiftly, pushing past your folds and slipping into your entrance, lapping up the juices from your past orgasm as Hoseok leans down to share a wet kiss with him, then Jungkook, the three of them tasting you on their tongues. As Yoongi returns to his spot between your legs, he moans against your core like the taste of you is the most delicious thing to ever hit his tongue, the sound sending vibrations through your body that has your cunt tingling, not far from your next release. “Aah- Yoongi” you gasp, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face further between your legs.

“You gonna cum all over my tongue, huh?” his movements intensify, nose pressed against your clit, rubbing it precisely as it makes you fall apart in a rush of desperate pleas before he removes himself from his position, chin covered in your juices to which you can’t help but moan at the sight of as he licks his lips in delight. His lips capture yours once he’s on your eye level,  hand set on the back of your head to keep you still, mouth instantly flooded with your taste, pulling away with fiery eyes and a smirk. “Joon was right, you’re gonna be my favourite”

[horanghoe]

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One (2/3)

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Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (1 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (2 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (3 / 3) - FINALE

Author: spookyhyuck

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung, or Hoshi / Reader

Rating: 18 + (Part 3 includes NSFW smut, swearing throughout)

Genre: Supernatural AU / Fluff / Angst / Smut / General A/B/O goodness heh

Warnings (Other): Swearing used throughout; smut mentioned only in part 3 but sexual/adult references throughout. Mentions of heat, A/B/O power play, etc. Mentions of being cornered by males in the first part. One night stands. Let me know if you want me to add anything else here!

Warnings (Part 3 Smut): A lot of power play, consensual throughout. Slight use of bad-mouthing and downgrading. Hand restriction, spanking. Fluff at the end. Mentions of the usual A/B/O filth!

Synopsis: Bitten by a stray dog, you thought you would be able to sail through this weird illness, no problem. Well, you thought wrong. Got scared, changed your biological path and found love along the way. Oh, fate. You cruel, cruel mistress.

Word Count: 14,786 (14.7k / Total Approx. 40k)

Special mentions: @slightlymore /@slightlymore-main, literally everyone I coerced into proofreading this and not expressing its 101 page length,@chocolvte , and lastly @raibebe for simply being a furry. We see u sis

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PART TWO / THREE

Two days.

Two days you had been stuck in this stupidly expensive hotel room.

Every time you had tried to leave - against Hoshi’s instruction to ‘Sit tight, I’ll be back soon’ - a supernatural kind of sickness had settled into your gut and you drowned in an unreasonable amount of anxiety. Cancelling your Ubers' as soon as they arrived.

Your last dash to grab some more pre-paid suppressants from the pharmacy dock resulted in your limbs quite literally freezing up as soon as you hit the open reception area. An embarrassing altercation with a nurse and a stretcher was something that you would never live down.

In your mind, it was fairly obvious to the staff members what must have been happening.

A panicked and delirious young female paired with a disappearing high-profile Alpha male… Well, it was a little more eyeball-grabbing than the average coupling in the hotel.

You couldn’t imagine that the werewolf hospitality industry was clean of pimps, but heavens above you hoped they didn’t see Hoshi as one. He was far too kind.

Well, from what you had gaged in the short time of knowing each other, anyways.

Hell, you were surprised your hall-mates hadn’t filed a legal complaint against your k-drama style crying so late into the first night. You were sure that by now the whole floor had heard you sob so much they could splice the sound and make a mixtape.

Body burning up from the inside out, Hoshi had run you a bath in a rush to leave. He left you to scramble in there with some dignity - the cold water barely scraped off the heat surfacing out of your muscles though, which was pretty alarming. You had to dip your scalp under as you held yourself, bawling like a child, just to get some sense of relief. You’d suffered from the flu as a teenager, but this shit was truly beginning to hit differently.

Hoshi had messaged you occasionally. Ordering suppressors to your door when needed. He had asked a specific nurse to be on call to you on your coupled entrance; numbers exchanged between the three of you and suppressors pressed into your hands.

Having this arranged on your behalf, meant that you could avoid an embarrassing and clueless conversation with a canine sex-ed nurse that had the potential to embarrass you for the rest of eternity.

And for this act of kindness, you were eternally grateful.

The two pills came in a small branded box. One for before a meal to aid in the ‘speedy recovery’ of your body after the heat had begun (aka the equivalent of birth control for human women, shortening the window in which your symptoms appeared and allowing you to regulate them after the first two months or so). And another to suppress ‘sexual inconveniences’. Whatever the hell that meant. You were due to portray signs of ‘lust’ according to the questionably serious medical sheet.

Brilliant. So you were due to become disgustingly ill and horny. Well hey, when it rains it pours, right?

You were meant to take at least one three times a day - of which you ended up taking both because well, fuck it - and you had safely doubled up under the nurses’ careful instructions, just to be able to sail through the transformation smoothly, apparently.

The nurse was lovely. She explained what the bite meant biologically; why you had attached to Hoshi so quickly. She explained how the suppressors worked, how they would aid in your body's recovery in about two weeks. They sounded great and all, but fuck, they did nothing to ease the pain. Only your symptoms. Your dose had barely even been able to contain the heat bubbling under your skin.

Conversations with Hoshi were short and abrupt, but considerate. Constant small checkups. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, but you were on his mind at least once every hour.

You were growing on him.

Having to choose between nursing a fated stranger versus dealing with a security breach involving his younger pack members, truly tore his moral-heavy heart in two.

He had explained to you as he left, with pain behind his eyes, why he needed to leave.

His pack needed him in the furthest southern building for important security division meetings. A younger member had been attacked by a rival pack, half a city over. Smaller in size, but twice as vicious as their group had ever been.

As much as you appreciated the millions of dollars and people’s honours that were at stake, you also considered how much you wanted his job to go fuck itself. Politely, and with respect.

You wanted - no, needed - him there, with you. If voiced, Hoshi would have agreed that the sentiment was selfish but true.

After being dropped off at the hotel, Hoshi had left to grab your belongings from your apartment. But he never returned.

Hoshi - Y/N!!!

He texted suddenly, around midnight that Friday eve. Through tears in your eyes, you held your cracked phone over the side of the bath.

Hoshi - I’m sorry, I won’t be able to join you for food tonight!!

Hoshi - I actually

Hoshi - I won’t be able to grab your clothes from your apartment either…

Hoshi - I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’ll make it up to you I swear :((

Hoshi - Boss has asked me to stay with our younger brother (Mingyu, the rascal I told you about) until things have cooled down over here.

District 25. Half an hour down the coastline in his fast black car, but a hell of a lot longer if you ever tried to make it there.

Not that you could even consider that in your current condition; body shaking as you struggled to dry yourself off and enter the cold duvet.

You struggled even just trying to shovel down the expensive room service food, that was ordered purely out of the necessity of having enough energy to deal with this stupid infection. The once appealing meal was now just cold, dead noodles.

You recalled the mention of Hoshi’s younger brother, Kim Min Gyu. Otherwise called Mingyu by his family. He often found himself in tricky situations that involved defending his members as they reached out to make offers of unity to smaller packs. He was a big guy with a short temper and a heart too soft for his own good.

Night two of your stay had been the hardest.

You had used the last of your strength to push your room's furniture into the corners of the room as a sort of mania set in. Part of your conscious mind was scared you had finally gone insane. With unruly anxiety making you unable to stay still, you had felt the sudden need and want to push all the obtrusive wood as far away as possible.

The room left a bad taste in your mouth you couldn’t shake off, and you opted to leave the windows wide open and blinds half shut. The steady waft of the cool night’s breeze settled your form hiding beneath the cocoon of night sheets and was welcome in this space.

You hoped Hoshi wouldn’t be much longer.

You found yourself thinking about him in that quiet room. Burnished with forest patterns and dark blue accents glittering with silver stars. It was as garish in design as it was stylistic and oddly comforting.

Hoshi - Y/N?

Your phone pinged. Looking down to see who it was that had texted you, well… you swallowed the smile that ached to show. Were you falling for a stranger so fast? It made your head spin. But even from so far away, you knew you were connected. Your gut said that much.

Y/N - Soonyoung? Is everything okay over there, was worried

Hoshi - Hi petal, all good over here, not much to report tbh

The nickname distracted you from the cramps in your muscles, forcing you to wipe away your tears just to see the screen.

Hoshi - How are you? Any better? I’ve been worried ….. :(

Hoshi - Send me your card details, I’ll transfer money for food into your account

Hoshi - I won’t be able to join you tonight, either…

He was being honest, at least. You smiled -you could almost see his frown through his texts.

Y/N - Don’t be silly!!

Y/N - You’ve paid for so much already

Hoshi - Y/N… please. Send the deets.

You smiled, hearing that tone of a whine in your mind. What was happening to you?

Y/N - Careful, or the hotel staff might start thinking you’re holding me hostage

Y/N - actually, on second thoughts

Y/N - pretty sure they already think you’re my escort or something

Y/N - pls clear that up with them when you come back, I don’t need that on my conscience!!

Hoshi had thrown his head back with a short laugh. Your humour was addictive, making him shake his head as your bank details came through a little while after.

Y/N - !!!!!! SOONYOUNG !!!! TOO MUCH !!!!!

Y/N - !!!!! FCK A DUCK !!!!!!!

Y/N - I'M A STRANGER !!!! OH MY lord

Y/N - is this blood money istg

Y/N - pls take some of it back, thank you but omg, Hoshi

Y/N - oh lords above

Y/N - I’m sure I’ve just been put on a government watchlist because of this

Y/N - Soonyoung... thank you… it's too much …. :,)

Mingyu had teased his friend. The smile on Hoshi’s cheeks had creased his eyes to his cheeks as he received the notification that eight hundred dollars had been successfully transferred to your account.

He had barely blinked when transferring the money into your account, but you were enamoured. (And actually, you were sort of disgusted that he could even transfer that amount of money with minimal pain.).

Hoshi - I’m sorry I can’t be with you yet…. Please eat well 🌼

Hoshi - Do you need clothes ?

Your tears were back. Sniffling furiously from the sadness of remaining alone tonight, but most likely being hit with a wave of hormones, your emotions were being pushed to the extreme.

At that moment, that was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for you.

Hoshi - I won’t be able to get there till tomorrow earliest, but I could order some?

Hoshi - or you could, with the money. Sorry, I hope that didn’t come across pervy 😓

Y/N - haha, ur good

Y/N - I’m not really wearing much rn anyways, so I'm good for now, ty though :)

Y/N - Ty for the food!!! And the blood money !!!!!!!!

Typing before thinking through what you were doing, Hoshi received the innocent text. Only, his brain registered it and sent blood rushing straight through his chest and down to his crotch.

Hoshi - ahh, I see

Hoshi - No worries :)

He typed back simply. Sweating mentally. A pause happened before he had to tear himself away from the phone, leaving you to order your own food and cry into cold noodles once again. You had money in the bank, your phone. But your health was ‘fucked’ according to google and you had spiralled into complete and utter loneliness.

Hoshi - Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I’ve gtg

Hoshi - S coups is calling

Hoshi - Please, eat well without me!!! Stay safe and message if you need anything 🌼

Hoshi - I’ll be there soon, I promise

Staring at your phone, you sobbed louder than the night before. Now you had a reason to. Your one line to security was being cut off. You managed to type back with shaking hands before throwing your phone to the side, damaging it further. It slipped off the side table and onto the hard surface floor with a loud crack.

Y/N - night, see you soon… please stay safe

The screen flickered on the floor, before fuzzing out entirely. You never received his final messages, sobbing now you had broken your one last security. He was never coming to see you and you were going to be thrown out of this hotel on Monday morning. Broken, and afraid.

Hoshi - !!!

Hoshi - Of course… &lt;3

Hoshi, undelivered - Please tell me how tomorrow goes, I couldn’t sleep thinking how much you must be in pain. How shitty it is that I left you there without a friend :(

Hoshi, undelivered - I’m sorry

Hoshi, undelivered - I’ll be there tomorrow, if everything works out

Hoshi, undelivered - Please wait for me, Y/N. Goodnight

Hoshi, undelivered - Sleep well 🌼 - 🐯

Sunday 7:15 am

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N?

Hoshi, undelivered - I should be over tonight at about 8 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Shall I stay? We could order some food :)

Hoshi frowned. Immediately concerned as to why nothing was being sent properly. Not being an expert at technology he shrugged it off at first, presuming that it was the messaging app just fucking up again. Last month they almost leaked everyone’s numbers so this was barely any different to him.

Sunday 12:48 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N?

Hoshi, undelivered - Hope you’re getting these even if you’re not responding

Hoshi, undelivered - Stupid messaging server probably has a bug in it again

Sunday 2 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - I’ll be over at 9, things got pushed back a bit. Let me know how things are going. What food to bring later

Sunday 2:28 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - ???

Sunday 4:11 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N, is something wrong?

Hoshi, undelivered - I’m starting to get worried

Sunday 4:55 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Please message back? Are you okay????

Hoshi was concerned. This was the first instance in which you had seemingly outright ignored him.

Along with his messages not sending, Hoshi could feel in his body that something was off. For the rest of his security detail, he was pissy and miserable. Dokyeom only irritated his mood further, a slight altercation unknowingly being watched by his older brother, Joshua.

He managed to catch Hoshi as he headed out to get some food from the vending machine, grabbing his bicep to lead him quietly into an empty meeting room.

“Hyung?!” Hoshi had yelped, surprised. But ultimately he silently accepted his older brother’s ambush.

Once in the empty meeting room, Joshua leaned on the edge of the expensive and very wide mahogany table. Arms crossed over his chest before nodding to the younger wolf.

“What’s going on, Soon’? You’ve been distracted since lunch and your whole aura has been reading as off for the whole day. I’m not the only one who’s noticed, you bit at DK earlier for practically no reason.”

Hoshi blanched, shocked. Fear and upset bubbled up into his chest and transformed his anger into confusion. His rush to defend himself showed his vulnerability, which was a huge sign something was going on.

“I-I’m not - This job is so stupid and I’ve been called out for practically no reason other than to look pretty, when I could be anywhere else -” Hoshi started to shout, tears springing to his eyes.

His brother stood, walking into the flood to ground him. He saw the pain behind the anger in the way his eyes shook, barely a light red. Something was hurting his heart.

“Easy, Hosh. Take a breath.” He uttered patiently, keeping an affectionate hand on his brother’s arm.

Hoshi submitted, head dipping as he dipped to sit in the nearest chair. He wiped at his eyes with a whine, shoulders tensed.

Joshua, the calm and gentle soul he was, chose not to react to his anger. Instead, he moved to sit in front of his brother. Reaching a hand to the back of Hoshi’s neck, squeezing there reassuringly.

His younger brother was in pain, he could read that much. But he was having a little trouble understanding where it was coming from.

“Is it the company?” Joshua asked gently. Hoshi shook his head, heat rushing to his neck as he held in his tears. Joshua hummed in thought.

“The security position?” Hoshi was slower to shake his head this time, but his blonde locks swooped side to side. Joshua carded his hands through the back of his hair lovingly, placing them back to their stylised spot.

“Your brothers?” Another shake.

“Is it something you’re willing to talk about?” Joshua tried in a final attempt. Hoshi thought for a moment before looking up, shaking his head with teary eyes.

“I can’t Hyung. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I can’t tell anybody right now. I’m sorry, Hyung.” Joshua simply smiled, standing up to reach towards him with open arms. If Hoshi says he’s not able to share the burden, then Joshua believed his younger brother entirely.

Hoshi rose to hug his brother. Long enough to give Hoshi the support to continue until the end of his assignment.

“Alright,” Joshua spoke kindly as always, voice like cream to the ears. Ruffling his brother's hair as they exited the room. “Well you know you can always come to us for help, right? I mean it, all of us.”

Hoshi nodded, keeping his eyes low. “Of course.”

His mind was immediately pinned onto your body. How he had left you, scared and afraid in a distant hotel. Something about this arrangement was hurting him, in a way he couldn’t control. That was what scared him the most. Not being able to keep his emotions in check. And the guilt that was eating away at him.

Sunday 7:36 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N, not sure if you’re getting my msg’s, but I thought I’d send this anyways

Hoshi, undelivered - I’ll be on my way home to change out of this stupid suit first, 8 pm sharp

Hoshi, undelivered - Then I’ll be over

Hoshi, undelivered - Shall I get us some food

Sunday 7:48 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N?

Sunday 7:53 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - :(

Sunday 8:56 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - OMW!!

Hoshi, undelivered - There’s been no traffic all night, so shouldn’t be long

Hoshi, undelivered - I didn’t get any food, thought we could order in?

Sunday 9:23 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Almost there 🙃 room 21, floor three right?

Sunday 9:40 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Here, omw up!

With your face smushed into your pillows, you were mostly dead to the world.

Feverish dreams and the inability to reach a deeper state of sleep meant that your body was being pushed to a point of exhaustion; a pounding head coaxing you into a light semi-conscious state of rest, simply to subdue the pain.

Your head spun in this position but at least the breeze on your naked back kept you cool.

Your underwear had begun to start sticking oddly as you wrestled with the waves of sensation in which your body told you you were unreasonably horny, but your mind refused to give in to such a stupid and animalistic sense.

One moment you were down in the dumps; the next you were ready to hump any surface like a rabbit.

Then, the hunger came.

And worst of all; the rippling pains deep in your muscles that felt like a whole-body menstrual cramp. What a joy!

Thankfully, you had managed to ignore the sexual tension for the most part. The threat of becoming a werewolf, funnily enough, outweighed the need for a quick wank.

Well... You weren’t above trying at least once.

But it had left you even more frustrated than before. Something was missing from this equation and it frustrated your tired brain like a winding spring. You had never been unable to satisfy yourself before.

What the actual fuck? You were never going to experience a glorious orgasm ever again….

The sudden noise of the electric lock on the large heavy hotel door being released woke you in an instance.

The door beeped loudly before accepting the card being swiped on the other side. An aggressing green light circled the handle before fading.

A light rapping on the door told you that the intruder was at least polite enough to knock, but dizzy, you struggled to link two and two together.

Room service, at this hour? You cursed mentally. But the voice on the other side of the door spoke before you could, quietly filling the space.

“Y/N?” Hoshi whispered, your dark room indicating from his slither of a view that you could very much be asleep. As he attempted to step in, you called back from the other side with an immediate tone of alarm.

"Soonyoung?" You croaked, rushing up faster than you expected in an adrenaline rush to push the door closed as soon as the handle creaked downwards. "Soonyoung stop, stop, stop, please don't open that door!"

Hoshi paused for a moment, hearing you panic against the door. "Y/N? What's wrong? A-are you not dressed?"

Upon trying to nudge the door out further he realised you were using your body weight to keep it shut. If he wanted, he could barge in with no issue. There was little physical reason why not to. But instead, he pulled back with a frown. What had gotten into you?

"Hoshi please, just stop. Go away, get away from here…" The pain in your voice betrayed the attempt at threatening the only being you would possibly trust to see you and comfort you right now. Well, maybe other than Jen.

Hoshi cleared his throat, placing his hand on the door handle. Your scent had been spoiled with fear - sour and distasteful to the nose. It made his spine stiff as his body stood to attention.

“Y/N, seriously. What the hell is going on? Is somebody in there?” Reacting without thought, Hoshi’s blood boiled with the threat of someone other than himself being in the room with you in this state, this deep into your transition.

"N-no,” You stuttered. Hoshi eased upon hearing the weakness in your tenor. A tired person doesn’t tend to lie.

“I-I just don't want you to come in. I don't think it's safe anymore… for you to see me like this. I’m sick, Hoshi and I don’t want it to affect you too. Please just go away..."

Hoshi didn't respond immediately. He kept quiet as a puzzled look swept over his features.

"Why won’t you let me in, Y/N? Did something happen while I was away? I can come back later if you want? I can go get us some food if you need to get dressed, or -"

"No.” You bit. “Please, Soonyoung. I want you to leave and never come back! I’m too dangerous and unpredictable to be around."

The fear in your voice struck his heart.

"I'm a monster, I've turned into something disgusting and I can’t even think straight…"

He now felt the guilt of leaving you here, alone, for all this time. The hours left you stewing in this disgustingly silver and dark blue furnished hotel. Beyond the door, the subtlety of your heartbeat was there, erratic and full of grief.

Once again, your body was fighting his presence.

Unmarked and unmated your hormones were making your head boil up in confusion, leaving your heart far behind. Hoshi groaned instantly at the noise that floated out from under the door. A long, high pitched whine of fear. Thumping his head against the door as he took a breath to steady himself.

Letting go of the door, you stepped back. Once. Twice. Before hitting the bed. Reaching back to crawl into the soft cave you had pulled together in a complete frenzy.

Slumping back against your accumulated pile of bedding from pure emotional exhaustion, you began to whimper like an animal. Such a desperate noise. A cold sweat lay over your skin and your muscles rippled like an anxious hound without its owner present.

"Please Hoshi… Just leave…" The conviction in your voice was non-existent and Hoshi was pained.

Shit. For once in his life, he had had the option to choose opportunity over familiar comfort. He could only now see what choosing the route of familiarity had cost him.

Left alone, you had researched an unreasonable amount of human-biased information available to you from over the internet. Almost every human forum you found told you of the sins it took to change a human into a werewolf.

How you'd die within hours. How if left ‘unmated’ you would be torn apart by feral beasts. Like the ones that had hunted you in the office.

There it was again. That overwhelming prickling heat that swept up the back of your neck and over your scalp and held your lungs until you couldn’t breathe. Hoshi couldn't see you, but he could tell something was off.

"Y/N, I'm not sure what's wrong, but I promise, we’ll get through this together. I won’t leave again without good reason. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t leave you like that again."

Silence. Hoshi gave you a second, before entering into your space.

At this point, you were shaking. Tears blotted your cheeks. God's you wanted him to run. But away from you or into your arms; you weren't entirely sure.

“I’m - I’m going to open the door now, Y/N. Please don’t push me out.”

In the slowest manner he had ever mustered in his life, Hoshi pulled down the cool metal handle. Pulling it downwards and pushing away from himself, before stepping in slowly. He closed the door behind his body and used the bolt lock for extra closure.

The first thing he checked was your condition. You were sitting with the covers pulled up to your shoulders, hands covering your body in a protective defence, knees tucked to your chest.

Then Hoshi took in your environment. Eyes sweeping over the room.

It had been rearranged in disarray. The clunky modern furniture was moved and shoved towards the farthest wall from the bed. The windows were cranked open despite the very present chill in the room and the floor-sweeping blinds were pulled haphazardly across the heavy railing.

Hoshi realised quickly that the lack of lights had probably been due to the sensitivity of your shifting eyes. The neon signs on the streets below and above the rooflines, paired with the waning full moon sat largely in the sky, provided plenty enough vision for the two of you now. It was odd, he noted, that his symptoms had been unnoticeable since Friday.

Your clothes were thrown onto a far chair, bra also, but no underwear indicated that they were still being worn - he thanked you mentally. The luxury bed sheets, pillows and velvet blankets had all been piled and layered into a cocoon big enough to fit one. Your phone was on the floor - a deep crack and lifting screen telling him why you hadn’t been receiving his texts.

Finally, he noted that the bathroom door was closed. Towels hung on the handle. Lock twisted in the old-style keyhole and kept in there for reassurance.

The whole room resulted in the blueprint of a makeshift den that your human mind was struggling to make. Hoshi's heart sobbed internally at the pain you must have gone through in here, all alone.

Your body was shaking. In absolute cold dread that the man would throw you back out onto the streets after causing such a mess. You couldn't help any of it, something like a new consciousness was slowly moving into your psyche and moving everything around. The intense need to burrow was taking root in your heart. But without the knowledge to put a label on the newly-instinctual behaviour, you were convinced you were going mad.

"Well, it looks like you've already had a party in here without me, huh Y/N?" The male whispered in a kind voice. His smile reached his eyes, and it made your belly flutter in an unspoken tone.

It was like you could feel his smile against your skin. So kind. So comforting. Without a response, Hoshi instead relied on your body language cues on when to move.

After a small while, the shaking rippling across your body slowed, then came to a stop. The small whines and huffs easing enough to gasp some breath. Eventually, your hands dropped from your shoulders, dropping to grip at the bare mattress.

Hoshi took this as his signal to start trying to calm you down.

"Y/N, can I move closer? Maybe come sit with you on the bed?" His voice was kind and soothing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I left you alone for so long, like this. It must have been pretty scary. Have you eaten at least? Did you take all your suppressors?"

Once, twice, three times you nodded.

Allowing him to take careful steps to approach the edge of the bed, towards you. Everything he did was methodical. Calm. Patient. In any usual scenario, this method of moving may not have been his strong suit. But right now, he was tempering himself for you.

This close, Hoshi's body reacted to your own. His pupils dilated and then settled into thin cuts on a maroon red canvas. You listened as his breathing cut short, then resumed through his mouth.

This close to you, even with the windows open, your scent went straight to his brain. (And his crotch). Shooting images across his brain that he fought with images of bubbles and rainbows. He intended to take things slowly and refused to move unless you gave him the metaphorical green light. Consent, trust and loyalty were key here.

"Y/N," He breathed, clearing his throat and tugging the hoodie around his neck loose, before continuing. "Can I move closer? I promise I won't bite." His cheeky smile threw you off for a second. Wiping tears away from your cheek.

The slight humour made you smile for a moment, lips twitching into an awkward smile. You nodded, thankful for Hoshi's kind nature and his watchful effort not to overwhelm you.

"Ok…" You whispered, eyes moving to avoid him. "Sure..."

"Ok." He repeated, keeping the smile on his face. “I'll move closer now Y/N.”

Despite the tenseness in approaching you, shuffling around the mattress on his ass to scoot closer to your body, he felt the need to comfort you. One being to the next. Respectfully, he left a small space free between the two of you.

Resting his elbows on his knees, Hoshi tilted his head in curiosity. You were attempting to hide your face from him. This was odd behaviour for an Omega. They were shy usually, sure, but to defy eye contact was a big thing. It was just yet another thing that sung to him.

While Hoshi moved closer at a calm pace, your head was rushing from adrenaline. Your thoughts flit from how you looked, to what he must have looked like at the door - an angel sent to save your hurting soul - until your mind ran a ring of anxiety surrounding the furniture.

If only you could keep your hands to yourself. If only you hadn't gone out of your apartment to get bitten in the first place. If only you had never gone to work two days ago -

Following your subconscious gaze and listening to the space, Hoshi caught onto your fears.

"I'm not angry - about the room and stuff. Just so you know."

Your body stilled, resisting the urge to look at his face, or even further than the bedsheets you had now buried yourself in, knowing you would crumble at one glance.

"It can all be moved back. Or not. The hotel won’t care either if nothing’s damaged. Whatever makes you comfortable. It's your space to use, from now until we decide what to do, or you find somewhere you want to go. You won’t be able to go home - not for a while at least. I’m sure the hotel won’t mind if we asked for a bigger room, maybe?."

You nodded solemnly, shuffling the sheets up against your neck. Back exposed to the cool air, you focused on the feeling of your hot skin cooling in waves. And surprisingly; fear of judgement from the male was not even thought of. You twisted under the sheets to face him more, surrounding his back in the beautifully long duvet.

Hoshi brought his thumb up against the point of his canine, a little unsure of how to handle this. He frowned, trying to reach a conclusion on why you were still uncomfortable despite the slow development of your relationship.

"Are you scared of me, Y/N?" Hoshi voiced out loud, looking down at his rough hands. It wouldn't be an unfamiliar feeling, for someone to push him away.

Head flying up on instinct to deny such a thought, you were finally met with his stunning frame.

Hoshi was becoming your only security. The solid, dependable unchanging figure. You weren’t sure what would happen if he accepted his fears, then left. So you fought to shut down the chance of that happening.

"No!" You managed to quip back immediately. Blinking at him with sore eyes. “No, I do not think that…”

The word was firm and close to yet another defiant bark. Hoshi couldn't resist the smile that tugged at his lips. Looking down, he laughed softly. Fiddling with the open zipper of his coat for a moment.

He looked smaller than in that building; that suit. So much more relatable. A boy. Not that cold man with sharp eyes. He wore a black hoodie with the Balenciaga logo printed across the front in a small font, mostly hidden by a black puffer coat with a high collar. His matching black joggers hugged at his thighs and dipped to trainers he had thrown on so fast he hadn’t even bothered to tie one completely.

"You sure?” He threw playfully through his teeth, still smiling. “I can be pretty scary, you know! A real meany!"

He beamed up at your face, but the joy of naive chivalry quickly flooded out at your features crumpling into a mosaic of grief. Any rebuttal was swallowed, stuck dead in his throat.

He was like a robin on a winter's day. His presence stilled you, and you were afraid to push and have him never return. His scent filled your spirit with a settlement you simply couldn't comprehend and you thanked the gods for the health flowing through his veins.

Both his human features and canine ones were impregnated in the space behind your eyes and you swore never to let them leave.

"Y/N?" He prompted tentatively. Unsure whether your face read as shock, awe or horror.

It was the first time he had seen you like this. Dishevelled entirely. Vulnerable. Granted, your relationship had been brief in the meeting and rapid in maturity, but it felt as if you had met in a previous life.

And it was the first time you had seen him like this; so rough and yet so fresh. He wore all black and yet he was impossible to miss - attractive, yes, but gentle looking. So violent, yet so smooth.

He knew you, could judge your reactions like a sense of Deja Vu. And you knew him too; a future memory you couldn’t yet grasp.

He watched your irises, enamoured by the golden honeycomb that seeped in, much deeper in colour than the day you had first met. He smiled, despite himself.

Cheeks swollen, you dipped your chin. You must have been crying not so long ago, he realised.

"If you can’t tell me what's wrong, I'm not going to know how to help you, flower." Hoshi whispered.

He closed his eyes for a mere moment to treasure that slight increase in pulse; the reaction slowly becoming clockwork to your interactions. Looking away, his eyes granted you space.

"Tell me what’s going on Y/N.” He whispered. “I’ll help if I can."

Choking, you struggled to form the right words. But when you did manage to speak, they all seemed to slot into place. Like a wave crashing into the patiently accepting sand.

"I-I'm so scared Hoshi. Of myself, of what’s happening. I don't know what I've become - even my body doesn't feel like my own anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't trust myself, I can’t even leave this room by myself without freaking out! Believe me, I’ve tried! I'm scared I'm becoming a… a monster, Hoshi."

Your confidence trailed. Voice dipping into a weak tone that made Hoshi’s heart ache.

“I don’t want to die like this, Soonyoung. Scared and in pain. I have no family out here and I’m so, so afraid of what’s happening...”

Sucking in a harsh breath you looked down at the pointed nails sitting snug in your nail bed. Hands trembling on top of the sheets. Your nails had become grotesque. Foreign. Your canines had begun aching in your gums, and the intensity of every movement sent signals into your brain so strong you had barely been able to sleep.

Hoshi opted to listen, quietly. He simply watched you from the corner of his eye, stray hairs falling against his forehead. Hoshi wasn’t very good at things like this; emotions.

His brothers blamed it on him being a middle-aged Gemini, but he didn’t necessarily have a reason for it. He had just never been good at talking about shit when it hurt. But he couldn't resist the sympathetic smile tugging at his cheeks, or his hands that sat in his lap so desperate to reach out and provide some comfort. Fuck, he was being pulled to you like a magnet.

"Like, my hands -" Hoshi couldn't help his immediate response, acting on impulse to protect you.

"Let me see." You blinked for a second. His palm had lifted, resting gently in the air.

When you had gotten over the shock of his offer you sucked in a steadying breath, reaching out your hand toward him. The back of your fingers hovered with a steady shake over his palm.

A crease appeared between Hoshi’s brow, as an indicator of deep consideration. He closed your hand in between both of his, gently turning your wrist so it lay on his other palm.

Hoshi hummed to himself in thought for a moment, before his face lit up - shuffling to shrug off his puffed coat behind his lap, and roll his baggy sleeves up to his elbow, all without letting your wrist drop - body shifting towards you until Hoshi’s attention was devoted solely onto you and solely you.

His attention was making your head spin.

Delicately taking your hand, Hoshi began to massage the cuticle around your thumb and thumbnail. Then he reached to smooth out the muscles of your palms. Then he glided to support and soothe the ache in your wrist. He reached for every finger, the steady and firm pressure greatly needed. His hands wandered after a while, supporting your wrist and smoothing firm strokes into your lower arm. By the end of it, you had relaxed; sharp nails back to normal and nerves lulled.

Placing your hand on the bed, the cool fabric awoke you a little. Retracting it to your body, Hoshi watched as you looked over it in awe. Your nails had returned to their natural human state, pink ovals looking back up at you. For once, they also looked healthy. A side effect of changing an entire biological class, you laughed mentally. At least your skin was gonna look great.

"You're a little tense. That's all." Hoshi whispered. Bringing you back to earth.

He gave you a moment, itching his neck shyly before offering a slender hand for your other wrist. "Next one." He spoke with a shy smile. A little lost, you let him guide you.

No resistance was made when he reached for your other arm, hands gliding to hold your wrist. It struck a shiver up your spine, and you stifled a yawn into the opposite shoulder. Once your palms lay together again, Hoshi began working from the cuticles to the thumb, down to the muscle, up to the wrist, then finally your forearm

Your hands were impossibly clammy, but he didn’t seem to mind. If it did bother him, he certainly wasn’t letting on to it. He looked to be chewing his gum, eyes trained solely on your muscles and the way they eased at his massaging touch.

He glanced up at your face as he made it to your arm, to check you were comfortable with what was happening. What he saw pleased him.

A silent yawn and trust replaced the sour look of fear. He had been there less than twenty minutes and already he had helped more than anything else you had tried.

His body reacted in kind; a familiar low rumble of a purring growl vibrated from his chest; a nonverbal sign of trust, that washed you with a shiver from head to toe. Your ears didn’t register the sound, but your body did. Immediately, you released another yawn and the tension between your shoulders released, letting you slump forward. Hoshi chuckled at your reaction, letting go of your hand after massaging each finger, palm and wrist. This time you were slower to bring it to your chest.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, watching as the boy’s eyes slipped into beautiful crescents, cheeks lifting into a toothy smile.

“No worries. Our bodies can act up and be a little weird sometimes. Just - let me know if you have any other issues. I’ll try and help, but I’m no doctor.”

Smiling coyly, you nodded. He seemed relaxed here, in comparison to every other scene you had interacted in. It showed in how he slouched; one thigh tucked up against your duvet-covered side. Unbothered by the hair that sat out of centre.

Still getting used to your body's own language you peered up at the male sitting beside you. Unable to speak without embarrassing yourself, your face read as an eager child waiting to ask a stall for some candy.

At your expression, Hoshi laughed softly. It was obvious that you wanted help with some other ailment, and he was happy to provide it, given you could tell him what it was.

"What is it? Something else?"

Hoshi's smile faltered at your lack of response, but the aura had suddenly changed.

He admired your eyes, curious to the world, peering from his lips to his face. He simply smiled, a shy laugh popping his shoulders. He knew what you wanted. To satiate that gnawing ache that your canines provided, drumming deep into the skull. And he let you come to him. Awaiting the crash of the steadily predictable wave. He was growing accustomed to the ebb and flow of your interactions.

Oh God, what were you thinking? You were going to get choked and stoned to death by a sudden mob of internet-forum humans as soon as you divulged such a sin.

Flicking your gaze from his eyes to his lips, his eyes to his lips, you inched forwards with the covers over your chest. Your brain hotwired slightly. The desperation to ease the pain in your body melded into the overwhelming want to feel his skin against your own.

In such a sudden change of mood, your head took too long to catch. You raised to your knees, duvet covering your chest but revealing your shoulders as you matched his height.

Hoshi anticipated your movements, supporting the hand that rested on his strong thigh, the muscle tensing as your head tipped forward.

Within a breath, he met you. Delicately supporting your jaw as you tipped forward to press your lips to his. Hoshi practically hummed, thumb grazing against your cheek and fingers light on your pulse. He opened his eyes to slits as you hesitated, pulling back as he predicted you would; only to crash back in.

Again, he let you follow the movement. Supporting your neck as he deepened the kiss, a heat rushing to his ears.

Your lips were soft and moldable as you got lost in his movements, body closer than you had originally positioned and the introduction of Hoshi's tongue against your gums; yours against his teeth - he ate up your small whines with an appreciative moan. You reached to hold the duvet to your chest, the other fingers curling into the nape of his neck.

If you hadn't known better, you could’ve sworn you had heard an appreciative grumble bubble up from deep within his chest.

Your lip caught between Hoshi's teeth when you pulled back to breathe, the hand sat firmly around your neck making your head spin.

God, he was addicting. You could kiss him for hours.

Much to your surprise, Hoshi had made no move to ravish you like the feral beasts the internet had warned you of.

If anything, your greed and hornness had gotten the better of you, not him

Once again, you had acted differently than he would have expected from an Omega. He never knew them to make a move first. But he was beginning to appreciate the way that your human-ness made you act as you pleased, not completely numbed to only instinct.

As you leaned back to sit on your heels, Hoshi cocked his head with a toothy grin. Laughing at you but in good sport. His shoulders shook as he smiled, shaking his head before looking back up at your confused expression. Your gums still ached, the same as before.

"Shit Y/N, you're cute. But I can't help with your teeth if that's what you're after."

Oh. You slumped a little in the bed. But he smiled still, shrugging.

Hoshi reached into his pockets to pull out his annoyingly solid wallet and keys, placing them on the bedside table past your body.

"Sorry, flower. Mine ache too." His nickname for you was starting to stick.

"They will hurt until you're either too exhausted to feel them or until you can find a partner that will claim you."

He sighed as he moved back, thumping his phone on a nearby pillow. He also made a mental note to buy you a new phone when you both got the chance.

Solemnly, you nodded.

For a moment there was silence. The two of you settled, finally having the time and trust to fully accept each other's presence. Hoshi looked like he was elsewhere, thinking about work, or life maybe.

"Soonyoung?" You whispered, stomach-lurching as you faced what you were about to do.

He blinked away his last thoughts, focusing back on you with a surprised face, like a little shocked animal.

“Y-yeah?” He responded, faltering with the look you were giving him.

He wet his mouth, ruffling his hair as you considered the heavy favour you were about to ask. He could still taste you. Your heartbeat now thumping heavily made his eyes dilate, before settling. Comforting white noise. He had calmed down too, since seeing you. Bad mood, finally gone.

Shit, he was such a nice guy. You only hoped this didn't get spat back into your face.

His head rose as your voice did; eyes unknowingly glued to your fatigued features. His hand strayed to your neck, moving some hair there before pushing hairs from your cheek. His fingertips splayed across your jaw.

You closed your eyes, reaching your hand to slip up his wrist, holding his hand to your skin.

On the next exhale, you breathed out your thoughts. Worries. Remaining tensions. A desperate grasp at whatever this was, blossoming between the two of you. Hoshi’s thumb circled the height of your cheek, delicate to your wants.

"Please, Soonyoung. Please make the pain stop. I know that you can, and I know that you know how. And I know, it's incredibly selfish to ask, and we’ve practically only just met, but -

"My whole body feels like it's so hot and I can't breathe when you’re not near. Every time you leave it feels like someone has put a spear through my lungs and I have no right to be this attached to you so quickly -- but, please, Soon’,”

His ears perked, eyes softened around the edges. Only his pack members called him by his real name, Soonyoung. The shortening of that familiar sound echoed around his brain like soft chimes. As if he could just reject you.

Hoshi shuffled closer so that his palm supported your cheek. He felt like he couldn’t blink like he needed to savour this exact moment forever - and you were grateful for the support, tipping your head down.

“I-I don't why, but I trust you to make the right decisions. On my behalf. Literally, since the moment, I met you. I’ve never let anyone control my life like you have the past few days Soonyoung, not even my parents."

"Whether it’s now, or never, I trust you like I know my bones ache when you aren’t near. I trust you as much as I know I reach a fever when you’re at your furthest and I feel the need to run, run straight in your direction.”

“I trust you as much as I can hear your heartbeat from across every room. I-I don’t believe in fate as I said before. O-or at least, I didn’t.”

You faltered, Hoshi’s lopsided smile supporting you as your voice ebbed and flowed, voice rushing back in to fill the space.

“To be honest - fate - she hasn’t been very kind to me. But Hoshi - "

Hoshi peered over your face, reading your trust.

“This feels like a new start. Like - like a trust I've never felt before. We have so much to learn about each other - but we instinctively know so much already. Please, please tell me if you don’t feel this way too. Please, don't lie. I-I can’t do this alone, please." Wavering at the end, you left yourself open.

"Shit… Come here, silly pup…" Hoshi mumbled.

Hoshi’s eyes never left your body as his other hand danced over your skin.

Bouncing up, inch by inch, until his hand reached your neck. He shuffled his body forward until your foreheads met; breath fanning over your cheek and heart pumping underneath his hoodie.

He didn’t want you to close away from the fear of rejection, but right now his head was spinning. Swallowing your words, his eyes closed and face pinched into deep consideration. Accepting whatever was about to come back your way, you closed your eyes.

Your lips brushed, but you were content with giving him a second to think, simply enjoying his presence. You knew what you were asking for was a lot. And you held onto his wrists as he struggled, humming quietly. A weight had been lifted from your shoulders. And you had the liberty of absorbing his presence closer than ever before. He - him, just him - he was beautiful.

It took a hot second, but finally, Hoshi pulled back.

His eyes met your own as he nodded. Beautiful red swimming in your vision as he pressed his lips delicately to your own, fingertips gentle on your pulse.

The kiss deepened once again, your hand curling into the neck of Hoshi’s hoodie and pulling him closer. He swallowed any words that threatened to spill out from either of you; a hand pressing the duvet safely up against your shoulder, just over your heart. The other safely cupping your jaw and cheek.

The kiss was a delicate dance of feelings, tempered by the anxiety of learning each other’s ways.

Finally, he pulled back for air. Answering your plea with an avoidant gaze. Not because he wasn’t speaking truthfully. But because he was too timid to look you in the eye. Your noses brushed into an Eskimo’s kiss. And you adored the uniqueness of his voice, thumb brushing over the bumps and veins on his hand for reassurance. He looked like he needed it.

“I hear you. And I feel the same way. Y/N, please don't think I ever want to just... leave you. To deal with this alone. It was brave of you to ask for help, so thank you. But...” His nasal exhale forced your ears to pique.

“It’s not a light decision to be made. In terms of - well, what you’re asking, it’s a lot. As much as I’d love -” Your soft reach for his skin broke his sentence, train of thought taking a second before it found its way back.

Hoshi grew distracted by the palm gliding up the exposed skin of his arm. Your touch made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. He released a low whine. Of want, of need and equality. Hoshi held your elbow as your fingertips splayed beneath his slipping hoodie sleeve.

He gulped with a dry throat, blinking away stars before breathing through his mouth.

“As much as I’d love to do that, to help you, settle this ache right here and now for you - I can’t make any major decisions before consulting my brothers first. The pack has to give their blessing before we go ahead - with anything.”

Hoshi looked desperate, brow creased in careful consideration of his words.

“This decision, it- it affects everyone, Y/N, like a domino effect. I’m willing and honoured - don’t get me wrong I feel this pull too - but I'm sorry, we'll have to wait. For our elders - or, or for when the time feels right... I don’t even really know how long it could take. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Hoshi dipped his head. Ready for you to voice your expectations and how badly you had been let down. Instead, he felt your weight slide then thump against his torso and shoulder. Body falling onto his.

You simply couldn't speak. So exhausted and not wanting to upset him with the wrongly chosen words, you chose to show your intentions instead. They always said actions speak louder than words.

He caught you in a gentle embrace, arms looping around your body as he twitched at the new feeling of his cheek being tickled by your hair and palms moving to hold the back of your rib cage. Your soft skin was the only thing in his mind and he felt… Fuzzy, on the inside.

For a while, Hoshi forgot how to breathe. It felt like you had accepted him at that moment. Like you had simply sighed, accepting his words and dropping any arguments. That was not something he had come across often. It was an early development of unconditional love he had only seen with his brothers.

Remembering how to breathe again, he huffed out a warm breath over your back. Hoshi’s hands linked loosely above your spine, thigh supporting your hip. And cheek resting on your head, he was finally able to sit with his thoughts.

You breathed him in. His scent and easing presence. Letting it surround you as you held onto each other. You may have cried if Hoshi got pulled away at that moment. The delicate hands against your skin told you who this werewolf truly was.

He wasn’t some beast who would eat you alive. But a kind soul. A little lost, like the rest of us, but hey. It was humbling.

Hoshi didn’t want to let you go, either. You smelt like home. Comfort. Despite your scent having a twang that let him in on the fact you were reacting to all this touching; Hoshi couldn't find the words to describe what was going through his head.

So he kissed your head instead of speaking, trailing thumb circles into your skin. Lips resting on your shoulder, nuzzling dangerously close to your scent. Planting kisses on your neck, up behind your ears.

He tried not to tease you, he did. And there was a fine line between being affectionate and scenting. But he was drawn to you like a bee to a flower. Fangs scraping against your bare neck, the sensation caused Hoshi to go dizzy from lust. You whined softly, gripping the hand that wandered down to squeeze your behind. He kept it there.

"Please don't leave." You whimpered into the space behind him.

Hoshi choked. Brought back into the room by your voice. The gentle rustle of curtains wooshed a breeze against your bodies.

"I don't think I can do this without you Soonyoung. I was so scared. Please, stay. Even if it’s just for the night..." Your plea was merciful. The roles had reversed; now you were asking him to accept you.

Though you had originally meant to ask for him to stay only for the night; you weren’t sure exactly for how long you were asking for. And Hoshi didn’t dare to clarify.

Shit - you were breaking him. His heart and soul was caving.

"I'm right here, Y/N." Hoshi swallowed, resting his cheek against your head. He held you tighter, puffs of breath over your shoulder and a caving chest told you how much he cared.

“I'm sorry. I'll try not to leave like that again. I’ll stay with you tonight. The next few days. Or, until it doesn’t hurt as much. I’ve got you. We’ll figure this out, together. Whatever this develops into, I'm only going to be happy if you are, Y/N.”

He was happy to hear that your heart was beating just as frantically as his own.

“And what if that takes weeks?” You questioned with a heaviness. Hoshi scoffed slightly, clearing his throat from emotions as he stared into space above your head.

“I’ll be near you, I can promise you that much. I can’t say we’ll always be together, that would be a little odd, but - I never break a promise when I decide on it. So like, yeah. I’ll be here. I promise. Double promise. Plus, I've got to make it up to you. Eating in here alone - that was mean!”

You smiled into his shoulder, nuzzling there with a small lilted laugh. Weak, but there. Hooking your pinky finger into his, you were comforted.

“Okay, I believe you.” You whispered, content with the silence that settled. His mouth and nose rested on your shoulder. And you sagged against his side. Duvet kept up between your bodies. He was so comfortable that you surprisingly didn’t care for your appearance at all.

Hoshi was too much in his head to communicate right now anyways. Thinking about your proposition. You swore sometimes you could hear his thoughts. You thought better than to question it, drifting into sleep. Finally, two days of fatigue had hit you like a freight train and you were grateful Hoshi didn’t acknowledge the large and final beast of a yawn that passed through you.

Hoshi thought of many things that looped into more questions and dug deeper into anxiety that he didn’t want to deal with right now. But - you gave him space to think, unlike the rest of the world. So he toyed with it.

For example, he thought about what it meant for him, his position.

To take away your fever and bond like his body so screamed at him to do. Where he could help you find a place to live - you would have to move into a werewolf District. District 29 came to mind.

Maybe a house between Hoshi’s men. Or, maybe closer to him? Who said you would even want that? He would arrange it with you, obviously, but that was a future concern.

Maybe you would end up hating each other?

Maybe you hadn’t realized the weight of what you had asked him? To link, for life. It had been three days.Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.

A small snore distracted him, eyes darting to the source of the noise. Your tired eyes, shut and resting against his shoulder. Nose pressed into the dip of his neck, hands loosely gripping to the fabric on Hoshi’s soldier.

Hoshi chose to stay with you. Willing to stay here with you for as long as you needed. His job schedule was free for the next week and he intended to make the most out of it.

He held you to his body as he dropped his expensive coat to the floor, tugging out of his hoodie with a little difficulty not jolting you around, before kicking off his shoes. He lifted you to his lap and tugged the covers over both of you - just one of the layers - appreciating the cool breeze of the open windows on the exposed skin you both had, mixed with your light breaths against his neck. It assured him of your status.

For now, you were in a healing deep sleep.

Laying you down on his chest, you managed to shuffle half-asleep into a comfortable position. Your face found the exposed skin of his neck to nuzzle into the crook of, cheek against the collar of Hoshi’s cotton shirt, the fabric cool against your skin.

While you lay dead to the world, Hoshi's mind wandered. Fingers draping across your skin. Shivers rippled over your muscles. He dared not to wander, resisting the want to kiss your pain away to stare straight up at the ceiling instead.

Ah, how fitting. A full-sized mirror in the shape of a star. A little dirty for such a famous hotel, enough to make Hoshi scoff. But he could see the appeal. Peeling his eyes away from your face and from beneath the sheets, Hoshi chose to watch the curtains dance against the breeze instead. Quickly, the thoughts returned. He reached somewhat of an objection-itinerary.

Omega's needed a space. A space to call their own. To nestle, burrow. Call home. Somewhere they can go to recoup energy or hide away.

Regardless of what you were to each other right now, he could still help in other ways.

Like bringing you into their very security-heavy apartment. Into his apartment, sacrificing his spare room for you. It was a big step. And he wasn't sure if you were ready. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he was ready.

But you couldn't burrow here, in a hotel.

Whether you knew it or not, it smelt of too many different smells, people. In about a day or two, you would be settled into your new body. Infections stew for around 6-7 months then as the first heat ends, the body settles. This time was crucial in setting up your evolving life and he intended to help.

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Suddenly, you startled. Thighs tensing against his leg, torso twitching as you grunted. You had been awoken from your dream by a nightmare. You shuffled up Hoshi’s chest, disoriented. Hoshi giggled.

"Hi, petal. You good?"

You groaned, blinking until your irises settled into almond shapes, vision bleary and a tension headache strapped over your head like a tight rubber band.

"Hosh?" You managed, tongue heavy in your mouth. He smiled. Your eyes were adjusting and your body was likely pushing you past the brink of exhaustion. “My eyes - ouch…”

"It's me, flower. You can go back to sleep, you're safe. Looks like your eyes are settling petal, your irises look a little painful though. You might get a headache from the pinch. Try and sleep it off." You moaned airily from pain, Hoshi humming in response. Finger pushing hairs away from your eyes, before placing his knuckles to your forehead. The heat was still clearly there.

Not even registering his touch, you fell into his chest. Groaning at the sensation of your body becoming so heavy.

"Owwwwww." You whined, whining even more at the laughing chest beneath you.

"You big baby." He whispered, gripping your thighs to scoop you up higher. "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere, all the time." You whined nasally. The position was so intimate that if you were sane, this naked, in this position, you would be freaking the fuck out.

But you weren't. So he babied you while he had the chance.

Cooing, Hoshi nudged your forehead onto his shoulder, arms wrapped over your torso. You felt encased and protected, whining intermittently at the pain. Weirdly, his patterned breathing was enough to anchor you after a while. His heartbeat pushed a percussion of deep breaths into your lungs. You were bonding.

"Y/N, I was thinking…" Hoshi started, trailing his fingertips up and down your spine. Unable to articulate without major effort, you groaned in response.

"If you came to my place, to the packs’ apartment, you could maybe stay with us. The pack." This was serious. Unable to respond with as much conviction, you moved to rest your cheek on his chest, groaning with a frown. It said enough.

At this angle, the boy looked cute as all hell. Smiling at your tired face. He chuckled, brushing hairs from your face.

"Sorry, I know it's unfair to talk right now. But I need to air my thoughts." Closing your eyes you thumped your forehead to his chest and groaned. Loudly.

He laughed, hiking one knee to stop you from sliding off the bed before intertwining his fingers into your hair. Instantly a moan slipped past your lips and he smiled. You were so captivating, he could toy with you for hours.

"It would be tricky, getting you in there like this. You smell so strong Y/N, my younger brothers might… Well, it’s dangerous. With respect, you’re anyone's game and I’m not sure I’d be able to choose between you or the pack if it came down to it.

“Jeonghan could either reject us entirely or be the most likely one to help."

He looked down at your yawns melting into wisps of breath. You were falling asleep again. Hands curled up against your chests, tucked underneath your chin. He smiled, smoothing the skin next to your eyes before continuing.

"Fuck it. If I don't get you out of here you'll have a stress-induced stroke or worse, female blue balls for literal months." With that in mind, Hoshi reached for his phone on the furthest pillow.

Dragging it towards him with some skill, he began texting Jeonghan.

Hosh 🐯 - Han, are you asleep? I could really use your help right now. I'm in deep shit.

Hannie 🦁 - Hey little bro, how do you mean? Something come up? Meeting's not till next Wednesday kiddo, don’t freak out on me yet

Hannie 🦁 - You could always ask Wonwoo to cover you, the bastard’s got a skill for last min microsoft powerpoints. You see those gifs scattered throughout last week's report? The only thing that kept me going tbh

Hosh 🐯 - This isn't about the meeting, Han

Hosh 🐯 - Something's come up

Hosh 🐯 - Something much bigger

Hannie 🦁 - oh

Hannie 🦁 - well, okay

Hannie 🦁 - what the hell have you done this time Soon-youngie

Hannie 🦁 - ???

Hannie 🦁 - I'm not getting a decorator for your lounge again istg you should learn not to drink soju on a weeknight. Your tolerance is embarrassing

Hoshi snorted, memories flashing back to him. In his laughter, he knocked you awake, apologising immediately as you huffed up at him with deeply blinking honey eyes.

"Hey, shhh, shh. I'm sorry, go back to sleep. Sorry flower." Huffing to yourself, you curled tighter into a ball on top of Hoshi, using him mostly as a very solid duvet at this point. He didn't mind.

Hannie 🦁 - Hosh ?????

Hannie 🦁 - God's what have you done

Hannie 🦁 - speak to me, child !!!

Hosh 🐯 - back, sorry. Got distracted

Hoshi peered down at you, sleeping a lot more comfortably than before, curled around his chest. What a distraction you were becoming.

Hannie 🦁 - np, what's up? Not like you to text out of the blue

Hosh 🐯 - yeah, sorry, but it's serious

Hannie 🦁 - I get that, what's up??

Hoshi took a deep breath before diving straight in. Biting the bullet, for your sake.

Hosh 🐯 - the other night after the D-53 meeting… I ran into a bitten female… in the office, confused and being hunted in broad daylight. Took her to a hotel, here with her now. I need to take her to my place, or I think she might get worse than she already is

Hosh 🐯 - I don't know what to do here, Han. I can't just leave

The dots next to Jeonghan's username dotted in and out for a second, Hoshi anxious for his reply. Sensing this in your sleep, you whined softly, a frown fluttering against your brow.

"Hoshi?" You mumbled, eyes firmly shut. He shushed you, taking a second to take some deep breaths. His heart was pounding. No wonder it woke you up. His hand smoothed up and down your exposed upper arm and shoulder, drifting to the nape of your neck.

"Sorry flower. I'm here. You're good, we're safe." Once again, your head spun. Heavy on his chest, before drifting into a light feverish dream. He sighed, head flopping back into the pillow. Fuck, he was losing control of himself. He looked back at his phone.

Hannie 🦁 - ….. shit, Hoshi

Hannie 🦁 - that meeting was like, three days ago?

Hannie 🦁 - don't tell me you've bonded already ???

Hoshi chewed the inside of his gums, typing then deleting, typing then deleting. His heart pattered, unsure whether to admit the truth. The two of you were getting attached. And yesterday, he almost couldn't stand not being able to feel you near him.

Hannie 🦁 - say the truth Soon, I won't be able to help you otherwise

Hosh 🐯 - yeah

Hosh 🐯 - I'm not sure how but, yeah, I would say we're bonding

Hosh 🐯 - we haven't like, done anything... I explained we have to wait

Hannie 🦁 - 👀I don’t think I needed to know that much, kwonyoungie

Hosh 🐯 - Hyung, seriously

Hosh 🐯 - I don't know what to do. I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't shit scared out of my mind

Hannie 🦁 - …. Jesus

Hannie 🦁 - well, I guess we all knew this was coming. I expected something soon, but not this fast Soony, Christ

Hannie 🦁 - I guess patience really is a virtue nowadays. Ahh, you kids

Hoshi chuffed through his nose. Stressed but happy he hadn't outright rejected him at least.

Hannie 🦁 - I'll help. You know I met my mate the same way.

Hannie 🦁 - you owe me take out till we part ways soonyoungie. Seriously!

Hannie 🦁 - two seconds I'll call you

Before he knew it, his phone lit up like the night sky. Fumbling to not awaken you yet again, Hoshi pushed the answer button without truly thinking.

"Hello?" He whispered, trying to turn his head with you nuzzled under his chin.

"You're in so much shit when you get home Kwoon Soonyoungie." A voice, the voice of his older brother Jeonghan immediately scolded him. But it was light in tone. Thank the heavens, he was open to talk. Hoshi tapped the volume down a few pushes before responding in a hushed voice.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate, man." Jeonghan groaned at the other end, exasperated and surprisingly awake at this hour.

"Jesus Hosh, I can't believe you. What the fuck happened that got you involved so fast? Are you out of your mind?" Hoshi sighed softly, trying to stay quiet.

"Maybe, a little. I'm not sure what happened. We ran into each other after the meeting, as I said. I'll be able to speak more when I see you."

"Why?" Hoshi frowned.

"Why what?"

"Why can't you speak now?"

Hoshi groaned at his elder. Forever the vigilant one, spotting loopholes before they’re ever created.

"I can't talk properly right now because she's asleep. She's burning up a fever and I don't really want to go waking her up. I don't think you'd appreciate it either. Remember last summer?"

Jeonghan was quiet for a second before sighing.

"Right."

The line buzzed, Jeonghan shuffling out of what Hoshi presumed was his bed. It was 2 am after all.

"Only idiots are up at this hour." Hoshi giggled, looking down to find himself playing with your hair. Well, that was new.

Jeonghan groaned playfully from his end, fabric shuffling and a light switch being flicked on. "Hence why I'm talking to you."

"Yeah, well. No other being would be stupid enough to help."

Hoshi scoffed, brushing your head with his cheek. His heart was beating with adrenaline.

"Can you get her here within the hour?" Jeonghan sighed. Hoshi peered down at you. He took too long to answer, so his comrade carried on.

"Fine, whatever. I'll send a driver to the hotel you're at, just send me the address. I'll meet you both outside but you better be quick 'cause it's cold as hell out there and I won't hold the door open for long."

Hoshi couldn't help but smile.

"Hell's not cold, Hyung." Hoshi chuckled.

"Yeah, and you're not cute. Hurry up." Jeonghan spoke with a smile.

"Thanks, I love you man."

"No worries, you too."

"Hey Hosh, before you go -" Hoshi brought the phone back to his ear.

"What's her name?"

Hoshi choked, distracted for a second.

"Y-Y/N." He stated, softer than usual. It made Jeonghan smile.

"That's a pretty name."

"Yeah." Hoshi breathed in response, chest tight.

"How is she holding up?" He asked sensitively.

Hoshi brushed his knuckles over your forehead. The heat was still there, but not as bad. But regardless of fever, your body told him more than you probably ever verbally could. Such is being an Alpha, sometimes you just feel the truth before it’s known.

"Not good Han," Hoshi whined, readjusting the phone to his other cheek.

"It's like - she seems better since I got here. But she's burning up, Hyung. It only gets worse if I leave. I've tried everything I know. Suppressors don't seem to have helped at all and she seems… exhausted.

“The nurse said she’s having the worst symptoms she’s seen in a while, but not enough to be hospitalised. Her appetite is okay at least. But her eyes haven't settled yet…And Hyung, without being TMI, it smells like she’s in heat. Which, I guess she is, so it makes sense. But like, it’s more than I thought was normal?"

Jeonghan breathed the deepest sigh he had let out in a while. But it ended with a smile. Oh, younger brother, what have you gotten yourself into, Jeonghan thought humorously,

"I'll admit you're stupid, but not entirely."

Bit of an odd time for an insult. "What the hell man?" Hoshi frowned.

"No, shut up, listen. You're an idiot for getting attached so quickly - not that it's directly your fault -"

Hoshi scoffed, fingers tucking hair behind your ear. Your breath faltered as he brushed your neck, but continued as his hands drifted away.

"But you're right, for the most part. Bringing her home - to your apartment - will get her accustomed to a smaller space with new sharper senses. Your presence, your scent. It will give her a familiar wolf, Alpha, to grow comfortable with. Usually, it would be with the head of the pack regardless, so.”

Jeonghan sighed once more.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing. If you lead her on and lie, you could kill her with heartbreak. I’ll help you bring her to safety. Whatever happens then between the two of you, happens. I don’t want to know unless it affects the pack. Also, don’t ask me for sex advice Soonyoung because it’s almost two am and I would honestly rather die."

Hoshi snorted but nodded to himself, fiddling with the bedsheets. Jeonghan’s experience was talking now.

“Sure thing, Hyung. Thank you, for everything. You’re the best.”

"Of course, Soonyoungie. Anything for you. On the other hand, there is something you need to seriously consider.” Jeonghan continued with a grunt, getting dressed on the other side of the line.

“With so many werewolves in one building, the majority being Alpha’s - due to their smell and being able to sense everybody’s presence from sixth sense, she’ll probably be able to tell the difference - the whole thing could seriously freak her out. Seriously freak her out, Soonyoung.

“Are you prepared to calm her down, if it comes to that? Resist your instincts and act with compassion; put her before your needs?" Jeonghan asked kindly.

He was assessing the connection. Figuring out if this was a weirdly developing friendship that could end up with you getting terribly hurt, or if it was a genuine connection in which his younger brother would lay his life on the line to protect both of you. If it came between you and his family; would he be able to strike in his best interest.

Hoshi paused.

"Yeah, I would. I would do all of that, Hyung." He breathed, a deep whine following.

Jeonghan was convinced. Even from here, he could hear the strain in his chest. He understood the pain in having to even consider making that choice. But he had to be sure.

"Alright little man, make her wear an item of clothing - preferably yours - that covers her scent as much as possible, and I'll meet you guys in the foyer, pronto. Good luck. Stay safe. Try to comfort her. She’s going through more than either of us could ever imagine, so she has a right to be anxious."

Hoshi smiled. "And you man. I will, of course. Thank you so, so much Han. I could kiss you right now."

Jeonghan sucked on his teeth. "Aww no need, you can kiss me when you see me. Now hurry up and send me the address. Okay, bye."

"Yeah, bye." Hoshi confirmed, quickly texting his brother the Hotel's address.

He chuffed one big intake of breath before kissing softly at your shoulder, squeezing the flesh of your thighs gently but intermittently.

"Y/N, flower, we need to move. Come on petal, I'm sorry, I know you're in pain." With a groan, you blinked up at his bright phone, then the bright lamp switched on to his side. You decided it would probably be better to keep them shut at this rate, it wasn’t like you could make much out anyways.

"I’m sorry to wake you up but we gotta go. Come on. I'm taking you home." Hoshi's heart throbbed at the word.

"Home?" You mumbled, sitting up with aid. He kissed your forehead before rising from the bed to grab his hoodie from the floor. "My home?" Your arms lifted to protect your modesty, but Hoshi paid no mind. You were both adults.

"No petal, mine." He whispered, shuffling the hoodie around until he found the bottom and rolled up to the tip of the sleeves.

"Jeonghan, my older brother and head of the group will be meeting us. Helping us to get in swiftly and easily. Arms up, Y/N." You let Hoshi hold your wrists, shuffling the roomy hoodie down your skin. It enveloped you in his scent and it gave you a small high as you groaned slightly. Unable to ignore the slickness starting to appear between your thighs.

"But-" You grunted, head swamped by material, tugging it back from your head. "This isn't exactly a great time for family introductions, Soonyoung." You whined, reaching for his touch. He scoffed, leaning to peck your lips in reassurance.

Only he caught himself lingering, sticking to you like velcro. Mouth memorising your lips until his tongue knew the exact way to rile you up.

He pulled away after placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, apologising for riling you up and reaching for your skirt. Returning with the item to wiggle the material up your knees and calves.

"I know." He assured, kissing the inside of your knee as he reached for your hips to help you stand. “But you’ll be fine. Hannie’s - well, he’s softer than he might seem at first. He really cares. You've just gotta trust me here, Y/N, to get us both out safely. Do you trust me?”

"Of course." You mumbled with a pout. As if at this point there was any other option.

Lifting your hips, Hoshi tugged the fabric up onto your hips before swatting away your hands to zip the fabric. Pulling the hoodie over the skirt, he placed a kiss on your lips. Smiling before moving to stand up and away from you, looking around your room for something.

"What if I throw up?" You sulked.

"Then I'll clean it up." He said walking around the bed.

"Yuck. That’s disgustingly nice of you."

"Yeah, well, try not to throw up, silly. Come on, where are your shoes?"

Rubbing at your eyes with the fabric sleeves you yawned loudly, stretching sore arms above your head. Settling, you shrugged with a slap of your lips.

"I don’t know, I didn't bring any. They took the heels I had been wearing. My best work shoes, in fact."

“They... What?” He laughed slightly in shock. “They took your heels away? What - who's they, Y/N?"

"The nurse. Apparently, they were classed as 'threatening items'. They took them when they came in to check I wasn’t going to end it all over my room service noodles. Must have cried too loud, oops.

“Those heels cost me a fortune as well! I gave them up in the end otherwise she wouldn’t have given me the suppressors. Or the noodles, mean lady."

Hoshi scoffed, coming back round to face you. He brushed hairs away from your sleepy forehead, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Those kisses were cute, and you wouldn’t mind a few more for the journey. He laughed in disbelief. You were becoming his little issue.

"The only threatening item I see in this room is that ass misses. Come on, I'll have to carry you." He whispered humorously, reaching for your hips.

“That was hot, but - I’m heavy, Soonyoung. Like, a full-grown woman's weight. I can walk. I’ll walk out there, it’ll be fine.”

Hoshi raised his eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

Biting your lip you swiped the air with a snort after a short standoff of raised eyebrows and looks that said ‘yeah, sure you can’.

“Yeah okay, never mind. Thanks, Soonie.” Hoshi smiled kindly, ruffling your hair before leaning down to help shuffle your body forward.

“My pleasure. Shuffle forward a bit for me? Thanks…”

Before you knew it, your legs rested around his hips and you clung to him like a drug addict's next fix. You yelped loudly on the lift and he laughed, your arms looping around his neck.

Oh god. He was fit. Like, physically strong and handsome. The God’s really do have favourites, huh?

"You good? Feeling any better?” Hoshi asked as he dipped to pick up his phone, wallet, and keys from the dresser. Voice a little pressed but still considerate to your adjusting ears.

Tired and being carried to safety by a handsome boy; you could die happy right now.

"Mmhmm, for the most part." You whispered, relaxing into his strong arms. Chin and neck flopping to rest against his strong shoulders.

You admired the strong curve of his back muscles, seeing his shoulders tense and roll over his back from this angle. Hoshi had to will every cell in his body not to think about your scent and how close you were right now. Standing up was starting to hit a little different.

“I don’t feel as sick. My eyes hurt though and my vision isn’t great. I could probably do with a feast tomorrow, also. To get some energy back...”

"Good.” He grunted, shuffling his grip to place the key card into your lap and hitch you deliberately not onto his screaming crotch, but instead firmly onto his hip.

“We can order food all day if you want. Can you hold the key card please, pup? We’ll give it to reception on the way down."

You curled a brow at the pet name but chose not to comment, holding it in your hands as you adjusted your grip on his shoulders.

“Your eyes will settle, in a few hours or so. I’m not one hundred percent sure but, it’s got something to do with the light sensitivity so - try not to do anything stupid like, stare into the sun tomorrow, please.” You snorted, shaking your head. Silly boy.

“You should be able to see better soon, though. The headache will go away too. Let me know if it gets any worse, I’ve got tons of suppressors at home.”

Hoshi walked over to the windows, shifting you so that he could pull the two windows firmly shut with one strong arm. Looking around, he shook his head.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You have permission to yell at me for my decisions next time.”

“Hosh, please. What’s done is done.” You yawned again, resting your eyes. You could care less about the room now that you were being held like a baby. A very big, cute baby, mind you.

“Do you want to bring your phone?” He asked gently.

You shook your head. “Not much point. That phone’s done. Finished. Finito.”

“Right.” Hoshi nodded to himself as he took you both out to the hallway, using a hand to lock the door shut.

It was very possible that you had begun to fall asleep, as he walked down the long corridor towards the lift. Your breath had begun evening out and your eyes remained firmly closed. Your body relaxed, so Hoshi adjusted his grip, rounding you both into the lift.

“You know,” He stated out loud, testing the waters. Ahh, you had fallen asleep. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so cute and ridiculous all at the same time, Y/N. You’re pretty special like that, I guess.”

Your peaceful snores answered him, a heavy feeling pressing against his chest. God, you made him feel so heavy and weightless, all at the same time.

You stirred only as Hoshi spoke to the amazingly helpful employees at reception.

At first, you thought you had gone blind, but after a second you understood what had happened. Hoshi’s unreasonably soft hoodie had been tugged over your head, giving you an extra layer of security. And protecting your eyes from the blinding hobby chandeliers.

At your body being tipped into the back of a cold white leather car, you stirred once more.

You guessed heaven could only last so long; releasing Hoshi’s neck so that he could close the door and come round the other side, removing the hood from your head as he slid in with an annoying ruffle of your hair, instructing the driver to move off.

The car didn’t come with seatbelts, otherwise, you would’ve put them on. Hoshi shuffled next to you, present in body, but his tired eyes were stuck to his phone screen. You puffed your cheeks, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He smiled to himself, reaching to fumble with a loose fray at the end of your skirt.

“That tickles.” You smiled, loving his small pause before continuing.

“What are you reading?” You asked faintly, aware that it could be private and confidential from the driver. Had your eyes not been getting used to better nocturnal vision; you would have been surprised at his ease, displaying his screen to you freely. Thankfully, he had the brightness down. He wasn’t a heathen, like some people you knew.

He looked down at you, then back to his phone as you caught eyes. You could’ve sworn you saw a blush sweeping across his face.

“Umm, nothing much pup. Texts. Jeonghan said he’s ready waiting and I asked if he could get you some slippers.” You smiled into his shoulder, squinting at the screen before giving up.

“Thank you, Soonie, that’s very kind.” Hoshi beamed at your compliment, eyes creasing.

“No worries.”

“So, to be clear; you asked him to get me shoes after he had gone all the way down to the lobby?” You yawned, looking up at his guilty smile.

“Ahh, well - yeah, I did. I wasn’t thinking.” You hummed in amusement at him. Better Jeonghan than you, truly.

“And did he?”

Hoshi bit his lip. Shit, Jeonghan had set him up. “Umm, yeah. He brought down a pair of my slippers. Umm - do you - do you like tigers, Y/N?”

Hoshi was definitely blushing. In fact, his ears were a burning red. You squealed up at him.

“Of course! Tigers are amazing, sexy and cute. I’m sure I’ll love them, chibi or otherwise.”

But you had embraced his weirdness completely.

“Err - cool.” He finished, unsure what to say, but buzzing with butterflies internally.

The rest of the drive was taken in comfortable silence. Hoshi texted back and forth with Jeonghan and was oddly comforted by your body pressed against his side. Oddly because Hoshi almost couldn’t believe how hard and fast he was starting to develop feelings for you.

He just prayed that this feeling would last.

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (1 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (2 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (3 / 3) - FINALE

well would you look at that: updated 03/OCTOBER/2021

[shoichee]

potential juicy part 3: when they meet akashi again at the winter cup, reader, who now "hates" him, disrespects him to his face + pretends she doesn't care. but after kuroko reveals the whole story the night before rakuzan game, she's forced to confront the truth + they go all out against him (and win ofc) so akashi, now back to being akashi, confesses to reader, ig reader finally tells him what happened? (did i just write a wholeass fic in your askbox i am so sorry) btw tysm for the part 1!!

LMAOO THE WHOLEASS FIC SENT ME HELPP you snapped off in your request i can only deliver justice.... did i just listened to some KNB openings on repeat to manifest myself to pretend I’m the characters so I can accurately write them?.......... n-no...... part 1 here and part 2 here ^^ AND part 4 here

Akashi x f!Reader (but 99% g/n)

Part 3 

[Teiko!manager Headcanons]

shortly after Rakuzan’s victory against Shuutoku, the Rakuzan starters were walking together in the hallway to their lockers when you were blocking the way, hogging up the vending machines in the middle of the hallway to buy your teammates refreshments and snacks and then shoving them into your small backpack

Hayama impatiently yells at you to scram and Mayuzumi gives his own condescending comment, and you immediately looked up to see the infamous team

you instantly freeze up when you see Akashi in the back of the group just wordlessly staring as usual, and you just stay at your spot completely still for a while

“... Girl! Are you even listening?! Are you dumb or deaf?”

“That’s no way to speak to a girl!”

“Ow! But Reo-nee…”

“Maybe she just needs to eat? She’s probably hungry.”

“Ugh, no one else is like you, you know!”

“Tch.”

Mayuzumi merely frowns before he casually looks behind to see a rather intense aura emanating from Akashi, which is quite rare considering that you were a nobody compared to him and you weren’t someone who threatened him in any way… unless that was actually the case? but he merely observes from the shadows

“Move. You’re in the way.”

you incredulously stand up straight from his words and point a finger at him:

“I-I… I can’t believe it! This is the first thing you say to me after all this time?! Everything that happened at Teiko… was… was all your fucking fault! I hope the final game becomes your own downfall, you fucking jerk! And I hope I never see you again after tomorrow night.”

by now, you were hyperventilating from shouting at him, and the teammates were stunned… and absolutely fearful, their gazes darting back to Akashi to see his chilling gaze at you, looking quite calm

“How laughable. You haven’t changed at all, (y/n). You can believe in Seirin’s basketball all you want, say all you want, but it’s all pointless. Rakuzan will achieve victory like it always has. Now step aside.”

you only gape your mouth as you furiously huff and aggressively grab your packed bag and run, but as you dash away, you slightly stumble from the dizziness you felt from the emotional stress

ngl, Reo and Nebuya kinda pitied you watching you run

when you were gone from his field of vision, Akashi merely tells them to move onto the lockers and acts like nothing ever happened

you’ve practically convinced yourself that you truly hated Akashi for hurting Kuroko and destroying teamplay at Teiko… but in truth, you were only using him as a scapegoat to get over your unrequited feelings for him // of course the deepest part of you knew that the adults were responsible, and you knew that Akashi fulfilled his role of captain to the very end (while you meanwhile still had lingering feelings of self-doubt in your work ethic all this time)

while you were extremely happy for the Seirin team for making it to Winter Cup finals, you were so ashamed to even have the fleeting thought that you wanted Seirin to lose in the semi-finals so you didn’t have to face Akashi again

the late evening before the game tomorrow, Kuroko was in the mostly empty stadium, mostly because he wanted to reminisce about the old times before he faces Rakuzan tomorrow

it was a very unfortunate coincidence that Akashi was also there to survey the court for a moment before the game tomorrow

both of them held a long moment of eye contact before Kuroko decides to call him out

“Akashi-kun.”

“Tetsuya.”

“Have you ever had fun playing with Rakuzan?”

“To think that I had a fleeting thought of you asking me a different question this time. I can never understand how you’re fixated on such a pitiful ideal.”

“... Then… have you always felt this way even since the beginning of Teiko?” Akashi merely narrows his eyes at Kuroko

“Get to the point.”

“I’ve just been… wondering, that’s all.”

“Then I will not dally here further just to have a reunion about the past.” Akashi turns around to leave and walks a few steps before Kuroko calls out to stop him in his tracks

“... I want to ask you about (y/n)-san.” He merely watches Akashi slightly turning his head around before continuing. “What do you think about her?”

“She was Teiko’s head manager. How else did you think my opinion was, Tetsuya? She, just like Daiki, just like everyone else, was an asset to achieving victory. I will not repeat myself again.”

“Akashi-kun, with your Emperor Eye, surely you would’ve noticed something was amiss with (y/n)-san for a while now.” Akashi turns completely around with an impassive gaze

“Broken plates can still function fine. It’s no different with Daiki.” Kuroko grows furious for your sake

“H-How… how can you say that? Do you know how much she’s overworked herself and collapsed throughout these past months for the sake of our team? Did you even know how much of our own 1st-string players were belittling her despite her continuing to give it her all? She cared for our team—she cared for you! She didn’t even want to let you know what was going on behind your back to not burden you any further—and for you to only chalk her up as a tool—”

Akashi is slightly taken back at the sudden info dump/confession from Kuroko, struggling to process the new information… but his face gives little away; Kuroko continues on:

“We’re going to win tomorrow. I swear that Seirin will win against Rakuzan.”

“... It will be intriguing to see you try.” Akashi turns to finally exit out, leaving Kuroko simmering in his thoughts alone (excluding a few janitors) for a few minutes before he exits the stadium himself

in seeing you again the next day, Kuroko immediately notices how antsy you got and even offered to give you the massages to get rid of your own stress knots AND YOU INSTANTLY FEEL WARM BECAUSE YOU TAUGHT HIM YOUR TECHNIQUES SO LONG AGO, AND HE STILL REMEMBERS

you confide in Kuroko as he works out the knots, confessing that you don’t want to be there at the final game but you didn’t want to be selfish and ditch the team, especially since everyone made you feel like you mattered to the team (and you told him about your incident with Akashi yesterday too)

Kuroko shares his own fears and unresolved feelings to you to show that you weren’t alone in feeling uneasy (although he doesn’t share the info that he met up with Akashi)

wholesome friendship moment #753358

the talk made you made up your resolve, and you tell him that you were going to be there at the front bench to support Seirin like you’ve always done, but you do make a request for him to make an excuse for you in case you chicken out and flee mid-game or something

Kuroko agrees and to make you feel better, he proposes for you to focus on him throughout the game so you don’t have to look at Akashi; he knows you still harbor feelings for the Rakuzan captain

while the Seirin starters were warming up, you opted to survey the building interior to find the best route around… just in case if you wanted to flee // you meet Kaijo’s team by coincidence, and Kasamatsu ushers the rest of the team forward to leave you and Kise alone

Kise affectionately ruffles your hair and wishes you and Seirin good luck but also notices how anxious you look; this idiot slaps your back to calm you down LOL

“(y/n)-cchi! What are you so nervous for?”

“Ow! What the hell?”

“O-Ow, ow! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit that hard—can you please let go?!”

“It’s been a while since I shoulder-locked you, huh…”

“Well, I certainly don’t miss it! You’re so cruel!”

and you only give him an all-knowing look at his “cruel” comment, and Kise panics again at his usual poor word choice… but you merely laugh at his distress

unintentionally, Kise does end up being the one to help you clear up the bundles of nerves… he’s still really worried for you because he definitely can see how you’re still hung up on Akashi

at the same time, when Seirin was watching Rakuzan team members do perfect layups, getting nervous about the game, you were a nervous wreck in your own world at the bench, triple-checking everything and giving massages to Teppei to relieve his knee pain for the time being

throughout the game, Akashi does throw a casual glance at you here and there when no one’s really looking, and meanwhile, you’re incredibly fixated on Kuroko (doing what he told you so you wouldn’t be tempted to look at Akashi)

a lot of your attention was on Furihata anyways because you were focused on massaging particular areas to reduce the physical stress exerted on them during the game

part of Akashi wants to go all out and win this game not only to prove you and Kuroko wrong, but also to impress you, but that’s something his true self feels (who is dormant in his subconscious) rather than his current self… but it’s still there

the moment you broke was when the Akashi you knew and liked finally returned to the court, and you immediately excused yourself to the empty infirmary room to bawl your eyes out and put yourself together; you tell yourself that it’s just another tactic of Akashi and return to the game right when Seirin makes their game point

Oreshi gave 100% in battling against Seirin but occasional glances constantly were shot over to Seirin’s bench to look for you, but you were gone at the last part of the game until at the very end

after the team lineups and trophy distributions, you immediately run outside of the stadium for crisp night air, heaving in as much as you could to try to prevent your body from having any funny ideas of dying on the spot

“... (l/n)-san.”

from his voice, you knew it was Akashi, and you debated on running as fast as you can but the current state of your body didn’t make it a viable option; you opted to stand still quietly, your back still facing him

“(/n)-san,” Akashi softly says again, slowly walking up to you and stopping four meters behind you to give you reasonable space in the confrontation

“... I hate you, you know that? Didn’t I tell you that I didn’t want to see you again after this game?”

“Kuroko disclosed to me what happened.”

“He what?!” In your shock, you whirl around to face Akashi, only to be stunned to see his gentle eyes filled with guilt and worry

“... I want to give you my sincerest apology for everything I’ve done and for what I didn’t do for you. In seeing how the Generation of Miracles had their talents bloomed substantially at a rapid rate, I had believed chasing for absolute victory was the only way to hold us together. Teamwork was nigh impossible given that we had no equal rivals from the outside. Even if that was the only plausible option to take as captain, I still failed Teiko’s other members, including you. To think that I was foolish in letting go what was most important to me.”

he gives a deep bow, further shocking you of your wits

“I…” You pause before you frown. “What did Kuroko even tell you?”

Akashi tells you exactly what Kuroko said and you immediately deny it

“Th-That’s… I only worked hard to get better, so I wouldn’t get left behind. Our old teammates were a testament that I was lacking, and I tried hard to catch up to everyone. I only collapsed due to my own irresponsibility. No matter how much I tried, I could never reach up to everyone’s level, even until now.”

“That’s not the whole truth isn’t it, (l/n)-san?” You widen your eyes at his statement, worried about the insinuation of his words

Oreshi now was not the same Oreshi back in Teiko; he’s now much sharper when it comes to you; he senses that there was something else amiss

“Why didn’t you tell me about what happened back at Teiko? Did you feel that you couldn’t rely on me as a captain?” Akashi sounds hurt… really hurt

you, taken back, immediately were quick to answer:

“N-No! If anything, I… I didn’t want you to look at me in a lesser light if you ever found out that our members started losing faith in me, and I… I wanted to be dependable like everyone else on the team! And if I was reliable, you would be able to depend on me like you used to in the very beginning…”

“(l/n)-san,” Akashi mumbles with upturned brows. “You’ve always been viable to me and the team. Why do you go through such lengths?” Your tears burst forth uncontrollably before you choked out:

“Because I liked you! You were so accomplished and reputable…! I had always th-thought that deep down, i-if I kept improving myself, that you’d notice me in the way I saw you!” Both you and Akashi widened your eyes at what you just said

well shit, maybe now is a good time to run? but before you even had any other ideas, Akashi steps forward to gently clasp your wrist

“... How do you feel about me now?” You obviously hesitate and look down at your clasped wrist, tears still streaky on your face, and at your silence, Akashi continues. “If you truly despise me… I understand. I won’t bother you anymore after tonight… But please believe me (l/n)-san, when I say…”

he moves from your wrist to your hand, taking his other hand to bring up both your hands in a delicate clasp

“... that I’ve always been fond of you, ever since the beginning.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am not, (l/n).” To prove his point, Akashi places a tentative ghost kiss on his hands holding yours, wary in trying not to overstep his boundaries in case you didn’t want your hands to be kissed by him; he leaves his lips there before he murmurs

“... How can I make it up to you?” You feel his soft breath reverberating through your own hands, and it felt so sincere

“Well… for starters, I want to know the Akashi outside of basketball…” He lets go of your hands and gives a small smile

“Then it would be more appropriate to call me Seijurō, don’t you think?”

“Ah… then… you can call me by my first name too.”

“(y/n)... please don’t hesitate to come to me when anything troubles you.”

“I’ll try.”

“And please don’t overwork yourself. It’s not good for you.”

“I’m not making promises.”

“I do hope that in time you’ll come to realize that you’re an extremely talented person… quite a force to be reckoned with too.”

“Was the second half an innuendo of some sorts?”

“You don’t meet someone everyday who wouldn’t hesitate to cuss out the Rakuzan captain while pointing at his face.”

“I…! I’m sorry! I spoke out of—” He puts a finger to your lips with a teasing smile before he grows serious

“I must also apologize for my cruel words…

… I hope that you would find it in yourself to forgive all of my own misdeeds.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble. “Maybe that will happen sooner than later because I do… like you.”

“It’s nice to hear a confirmation from you.”

“Stop acting like you got me figured out, Seijurō!”

“I wouldn’t dare, (y/n).”

bonus: imagine the shock from Seirin and Rakuzan to see you two DATING (when that eventually happens), like Hayama is losing his entire MIND over this it’s SO FUNNY LMAO // Kuroko and Kise are so smug and happy for you two it’s very wholesome

The… end?

UPDATE: sike, by the time you read this, there is a part 4 epilogue