#and it has been bugging me since I thought of it

[witchy-scribblings]

holding you tastes like ambrosia

togame jo x reader

synopsis ➳ you may very well be feeling just as if a truck had run you over repeatedly, but togame is right there by your side to make your slow recovery a little more bearable.

warnings ➳ descriptions of vomit, sick af reader, cutie potato togame, sickness-induced self-deprecation, hurt/comfort, sickfic fluff aughh.

author's note ➳ @tata-is-the-name, consider this a tit-for-tat of sorts hehe: your prayers for togame sickfic fluff have been heard, and i get some motivation to get me through this shitty writer's block now that i finally got the motivation to get writing again. all jokes aside, i hope you feel better soon, know that togame def has your back!

wordcount ➳ 1.3k

[crossposted on ao3]

“ughhhh, fuck me sideways…” you groan into your trashcan, quite literally fighting for your life to suppress another oncoming wave of nausea, but the gagging refused to cease no matter how deeply you tried to breathe, and definitely no matter how little you had had to eat in the past twenty-four hours. heck, you were certain there was nothing left in your stomach anymore but it. just. kept. coming. “take pity on me and kill me now…”

“now, that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it?” togame calls back from his seat by your bed. you wish you could focus on the way his hands are deftly peeling and cutting an apple into little bunny slices, because ever since you started dating -hell, way before you started, even- you had developed a sort of fixation with togame’s hands; alas, you feared that if you moved your head around too much you might actually die and, despite your whiny claims, the sweet embrace of eternal rest wasn’t on your 2025 bingo card, so you kept your head bowed and as close to the edge of the trashcan as possible. “only you could be so lucky to get double-teamed by a stomach bug and a cold.”

his voice was mocking, but you sensed no ill intention in his comment.

“you’re supposed to be here to help me, togame,” you whined, and he only chuckled, placing the sliced apple on your bedside table, which was already overflowing with crumpled tissues and empty half-a-litre water bottles.

“i am here to help you, otherwise i wouldn’t have run all the way here with your favourite chicken noodle soup from mr. satou’s, or two packs of waters,” he is teasing you now, but you won’t soon forget the concerned tilt in his voice when you called him a couple hours ago, when he asked you to hold tight, promising to be with you as soon as possible. togame jo could be a little shit sometimes, but deep down he would never joke around when your well-being was at stake.

you felt a little light-headed when your eyes finally met his over the rim of your trusty can (which you most likely are going to throw away when the whole ordeal is past you), feeling the surge of affection that may have been concealed behind the taunting drawl of his voice, but was always in plain sight and twinkling like a lighthouse inside his deep-green irises. fearful that the overwhelming devotion would result in your fever spiking, you resorted to glaring at the carefully-cut fruit with unintentional contempt. fuck, were you hungry, but the very thought of even putting something in your mouth made your throat constrict a little bit.

“come on,” he called, gentler than before, and you felt your eyes sting a little, “we can try with the apple now, and if you can keep it down i’ll heat up that soup for you. sounds good?” good? it sounded like a dream, to have your exemplary boyfriend right by your side through thick and, particularly, through thin. you wondered how he could look at your sweaty, probably shit-adjacent excuse of a human being with such tenderness in his eyes… surely, you must have been a saint in your previous life.

despite the warning bells ringing somewhere in your digestive system, you grabbed one of the slices with a shaky hand, bringing it up to your face in a motion so slow it may well have been a prisoner walking towards their sentence. for a second, you actually thought you could handle it, that you would soon appease your peckishness, but the moment your teeth tore through the slice and the apple’s sandy texture invaded your mouth, your stomach lurched and you threw yourself at the trashcan, gagging and gasping under togame’s worried stare. through the haze, you felt your hair being pushed from your sweaty forehead by a big, warm hand, the other one coming to the back of your head to keep your strands away from the mess and deliver comforting little caresses. 

when the nausea had passed, you hugged the tin container to your chest, eyes welling up with tears brought about by the forceful lurches and your increasing frustration. togame’s hands were still firmly on your head, and you were sure he could feel how grossly clammy and smelly you felt. your stomach turned from a different feeling altogether.

“i’m sorry you’re stuck taking care of me,” you sobbed helplessly, turning your head to the side so togame couldn’t see the mess of tears and snot and spit on your face. “i’m sorry you have to see something so disgusting when you could be enjoying your day off.”

your shoulders trembled with each sob, feeling the exertion and helplessness and self-disgust take over your body. you were regretting calling him here. how could you be so selfish? you may have been sick, but it’s not like you were dying, so why couldn’t you handle this on your own? you hadn't even been dating for that long, so seeing this must surely be a huge turn-off, wouldn’t it-

“come on, stop that.” and his voice is commanding in a way that pulls you from your spiral and makes you look at him. you realize then that he never removed his hands from your face, and now he was sliding one of them to cup your cheek while the other one grabbed a fresh tissue; the way he dabs at your soiled skin is so tender, so gentle, that you almost miss the stern look with which he is regarding your hunched shape. “there is nowhere in the world i would rather be right now, baby, if it means you will feel better sooner. i’m grateful you called me of all people when you needed someone - you trusted me with your health, and i will forever cherish that trust, even if it means i have to deal with a little bit of throw-up.”

as he spoke, he removed the can from your trembling arms, throwing the tissue and all of the trash from your bedside table into it before setting it to the side to wash in a minute. you gaped at him, unable to form words as they got stuck on the lump in your throat, but togame only smiled that boyish smile you had come to dub your favourite expression of his.

“if it didn’t mean you’d have to suffer throughout, i’d do this as many times as i needed to, and i would never complain, because at the end of it i would be able to see you smile again and feel proud about it because i helped in making it happen. so, please…” his hands were back, and so was his forehead, pressed against you in a similar fashion to how he had done it a couple hours ago when he tried to get a general feel of your fever. only this time, the touch felt much more intimate, much more meaningful, and you desperately grabbed onto his hands, surrendering yourself to a warmth that felt so much more welcome and temperate than the sweltering heat you were forced to bear. “...for now, focus only on getting better. we can try eating later, we can try as many times as it takes until you can be wholly by my side again.”

needless to say, you didn’t get a lot of food in your stomach that afternoon, but when togame slid his body under the covers and brought you as close to him as he physically could, you drowsily mused that you would never eat a morsel again if it meant togame would hold you like only you mattered in the whole world.

[ningternzzz]

drunk!beomgyu and stoned!femreader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: based on why’d you only call me when you’re high by the arctic monkeys :3, established ?situationship, experienced stoner reader, sub gyu mostly, no protection, small angst, pillow humping somewhere in there too hehe

notes: i swear i will write abt other members too i’m just on that beomgyu pill rn :3, i literally wrote this while tipsy pls bear with me ^_-

3am was always the perfect time of night—or morning—to sit on your patio and make your way through a joint (or a bowl, whatever the mood called for). It was dead silent, especially on a weekday, and all you could hear was the rustling of leaves and the very occasional car rushing past the main road. It was the perfect setting for some “you time”.

It never ended up being just you, though.

Your clothes felt heavy on your body, practically begging to be taken off, and you happened to know a guy.

Choi Beomgyu. Neither of you could put a label on what your relationship was. He was always ready, eager, maybe too eager, to answer his phone at the witching hour. From whatever nonsense you had managed to mumble out on the line, to him being a resident on your bed, it was a vicious cycle. He always pretended to act annoyed, but actions speak louder than words. He knew the code to your lockbox, he knew exactly which turns to make to reach your room, and through the smoky haze he knew how to make you reach cloud 9.

Which is why it was odd for him not to pick up, or even reply. He had been awol since the previous evening, which you hadn’t thought too much of. You scoffed to yourself. Maybe he finally left the house on a Friday.

No. That felt—wrong? You hated the way your heart sank into your chest when you thought about him out at a bar, a club even, eyeing up someone else. Maybe even taking them back to his and—

You shook your head and rashly put the joint out on a nearby ashtray to try and rid yourself of the thought of him touching anyone else that wasn’t you. But why is it bugging you this much? Neither of you had set boundaries or standards. He was just some guy that knew where you lived, what your favorite color was, what your favorite flower is, what your favorite position is.

There's a blurry number next to his contact name, indicating the amount of times you’ve called him in a row. You’re too stoned to care what the number says and click his name one more time, only to hear the line ring out until it goes to voicemail.

You clutch your phone and throw yourself on your bed, trying to figure out why the hell you care this much.

After a bit of “positive self talk”, you somewhat convince yourself that you don’t care. In fact you’ve never cared less. He’s just a man. One stupid, stupid, stupid man.

You manage a shaky exhale before hearing a commotion from outside. You check your phone again.

3:28 AM.

You sit up, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation the best you can. It’s mainly muffled nonsense. You’re about to throw yourself back down on your bed when you swear you recognize that tone. That tone, that deepness, that softness.

You swing your legs around and practically run to your front door, not really thinking much before you stumble outside your house in nothing but lounge shorts and a t-shirt. Your jaw gapes open as you watch your neighbor swing an unidentified object at Beomgyu, dressed in a white tank top and jeans with a flannel loosely tied around his waist.

He’s stumbling as much as you are, and slurring his words at your poor neighbor. Your movements trigger your front porch light, catching the attention of both your neighbor and Beomgyu.

Has he seriously gone to the wrong house? You think as you peer at Beomgyu, still unsure if it’s really him.

His eyes widen as he drags his feet on the floor making his way towards you. He reeks of liquor mixed in with his flowery perfume, which made him even more appetizing than usual. You make up some lie to your neighbor about your now “boyfriend” and drag him inside the house.

The door doesn’t even close all the way and Beomgyu is all over you, more than he ever has been, which is saying a lot given how needy he normally is. All you can do is rest your hands on his biceps helplessly as he pins you to the wall, unaware of his strength. He’s huffing and puffing into your mouth, and you’re barely touching him. He’s drunk off his own perverted mind as he’s the one leading you for once to your bedroom.

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What you didn’t know is that Beomgyu hadn’t gone out at all actually. He had barely made it through pre-drinks at his best friend's house without having to rush back to his apartment. He swore he’d meet them later, he “just forgot his wallet”.

Then why was his wallet in his front pocket, annoyingly poking at his length stuffed inside his pants barely constrained by a single button and zipper? With every step he took he felt the edge dig into his increasingly painful hard on, when he had unsuccessfully tried to swat down in his poor friend’s bathroom for ten minutes.

The trek back up to his apartment felt like ages. By the time he was in the elevator he had sunk into the walls, palming himself as he waited patiently (or impatiently) for it to get to his floor.

As soon as his door closed behind him he sunk into his sofa and pulled his jeans to his knees, squeezing onto a pillow beside him as he shamelessly moaned your name over and over and over again.

He presses the pillow beside him onto his face, attempting to deafen his ludicrously noisy moans as he strokes himself with no restraint.

The plush cushion is used for more than just a noise suppressant, however.

Unsure if when the idea hit him, Beomgyu goes the straddle the pillow, rutting into it like a helpless dog. He’s whimpering and whining with no thought of the sheer amount of noise he’s making for just one person. It was ridiculous how just thinking of you, being with you, touching you, fucking you (, being fucked) could make him this riled up. He’s practically drooling at the thought of you wrapped around him now, his grip on the cushion getting together but his movements more sloppy. He’s fucked out and flushed just from the thought of you, sweat dripping down his face as he cums violently onto the now-stained pillow.

Somehow his orgasm made the alcohol much more effective, and he stumbled over to grab his phone out of his jean pockets.

Instead of just calling you back like he usually would, he marched himself over to your house— or rather— your neighbors house.

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He stumbles forwards on your bed, holding onto your hips as he rolls over so you’re straddling him. He’s too inebriated to bother with the intricacies of clothing. He lets you help him unbutton and unzip his jeans, moaning at the friction of the fabric against his sensitive boner. He lets out a pathetic gasp when it slaps on his soft tummy, a line of precum already dripping from his pink tip.

He grabs you from behind as you both help him find your entrance. The noise that emits from the both of you when you sink down on him is not only loud but nasty.

“Oh fuck” is all he can make out before pressing you down even further inside of him as he lifts his hips up to meet yours. The squelching and plap-ing every time your hope met was sending him closer to the brink of cumming [again].

You both are lost in each other, looking at each other’s eyes humming sweet praises that maybe wouldn’t have come out so easily if both of you were sober. Every time you call him a good boy he looks at you with the most longing puppy eyes, and everytime he reminds you how you feel so good around me, you lose your composure.

And every time you do lose your composure he’s right there underneath you to catch you, one hand holding you in place so he can continue pounding into you, juxtaposing his other hand drawing shapes along your spine.

You fold on top of him and push his damp hair behind his ear, peppering kisses on his cheek and jaw, and sucking softly on his neck, earning vile whimpers and pants from Beomgyu. You feel his breath hitch and his hips miss a beat, and for some reason that was even more hot than if he had been going at a consistent rhythm. He was messy, untimely, even his hand holding you in place was barely doing its job—and you both knew, and loved it.

He wasn’t a pervert, but he couldn’t stop roaming his hands everywhere, he couldn’t stop moaning so loud just for you, because he knew how much you loved his puppy noises.

You weren’t a pervert, but you couldn’t stop licking his strained neck and pulling a lick of hair for easier access, because you knew how much he loved being your toy. Calling him a dirty whore lightheartedly makes him moan even louder with a cute smile plastered across his face.

It doesn’t take him long to cum anyway with you, but with you both inebriated and messy his doll eyes are already rolling back and you feel him trembling underneath you. His hands dig into your hips as his jaw drops open, his lips forming a pretty “o” shape as he whimpers profanities. He’s shuddering, begging you to “stop…..please….. please…..it feels so good….I’m gonna—“.

“So which one is it?” you say as you find his cheek in your palm. He pouts and nuzzles your hand, seemingly unsure of if he wants you to stop because he’s so sensitive or keep going because he’s so sensitive.

He’s incoherent now, any words he tries to form melting into breathless moans. His hair is stuck to his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed as he tries his hardest to hold back. He always finds it so embarrassing how fast he finishes.

“Please tell me I can cum” Beomgyu somehow musters out in between breaths. You lean down and kiss him, the usual sign of approval. You see his ears turn red and his knuckles turn white as you help him ride out his high, feeling him fuck himself back into you slowly.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, and maybe it’s the weed in yours, but you swear you could make out a lewd-sounding “I love you�� escape his lips.

[potatomountain]

C:IU CH 3

Chapter Three

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Pairing: Poly 0t8 Ateez x fem reader AU: Mafia/detective Genre: 18+ poly romance, action Word Count: Summary: "Threats" Warnings: 18+, gun violence, fist fighting, death threats, mentions of trauma, sex/suggestive talk AN: Dividers and banner made by me @potatographics. Usual beta readers tagged in masterlist! No editing done! Also- it has been a LONG time since i updated this series so if you are part of the taglist and do not wish to be notified anymore (i get it), comment and ill remove you from it <3

It wasn’t easy getting into the mindset of crime lords when their hearts were filled with turmoil over you, but the five men managed during the car ride.

At least until Mingi, in the driver seat, brought you up again. “So… I’m assuming everyone is aware of what the shitty fucker she went to see tried to do?” He winced at the feeling of Yunho digging his fingers into his thigh, glancing over and taking note of his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, an angry tell of his.

“And how aware are you of it, Malik?” Hongjoong spoke from the back, a hard edge to his tone as he sat between Seonghwa and Jongho. Their eyes met in the mirror and Mingi had the feeling he didn’t have the full story.

With a deep breath, he focused on the road. “I’m aware he tried to kiss her, but I didn’t press for more details, she was shaken up.”

“Oh he did more than that.” Jongho scoffed.

Now Mingi was even more confused, glancing at Yunho, then at Seonghwa, hoping one of them would clarify. It was the latter that spoke up. “He admitted to her face about- fuck I don’t even want to think about it- but I think it’s safe to say the only reason we don’t have one of Minjae’s men putting a hit out on this shitstain is because she wouldn’t want that… and we need his stupid fucking unit.”

“So you heard their conversation? Ah- I see.” Mingi didn’t know what was said but if it was enough for Seonghwa to be calling him a shitstain, then Mingi was all aboard the hate train. “Any idea why she was even there?”

Out of the four others, it was Jongho that spoke up. “Only an idea."

This had Hongjoong and Seonghwa turning to look at him in confusion, even the two in front were pretty shocked. “Well?”

The youngest didn’t meet any of their eyes. “She had been ranting to Yeosang about  wanting to arrest some of the guys that came into the bar and Yeosang explained that we can’t make any arrests ourselves unless they’re thought out otherwise it could backfire. She did ask if another unit made the arrest and handled the police work, if that was more viable.”

“Oh.” Hongjoong said it first, understanding where this was going. The rants they heard about through Yeosang were one of the few things that kept them hopeful you would come out on top of this whole situation; anger was a great motivator after all.

“That’s… not a bad plan actually. And she thought about that before knowing our plans.” Seonghwa smiled to himself, the pride and awe in his tone matched by Hongjoong’s grin.

“Well we’ll just have to carry it out won’t we? She tried it her way, we’ll try it our way.”

Mingi shivered at the undertone their leader spoke with, but no one protested. Instead, he pulled up to the quiet restaurant, taking note of a few cars on the street but that the building itself was dimly lit and only had two guards standing outside giving notice to what was about to go down. “Anyways, Viper time?”

The restaurant itself was a small mom and pop type that wasn’t even open in the evenings, they already had access to the camera’s inside and some audio thanks to their outfits and around the building with some bugs. The anonymity of the Black Pirates usually made it easy to scope out a place before a meeting, even if given just a few hours worth of notice. Having a tech genius on their crew also helped immensely, the buttons on their jackets and Yunho’s glasses serving as cameras and extra audio. They were nothing if not thorough.

After giving the okay to Yeosang to connect to the car and their personal devices, Yunho was the first out of the car followed by Jongho, Seonghwa, then Hongjoong. As driver, Mingi stayed behind, also to keep an eye out in case an ambush or backup was called. Or worse: police.

Their demeanor shifted, Yunho behind the duo leaders while Jongho was in the front, stepping up to the guards and introducing them as the Pirates. He showed off his fingers as if to confirm, then the four were led inside.

Only a handful of men were in the restaurant, quite a few tables pushed aside but four men sat at one in the center, with a handful of guards around the room.

“Total of ten guards. Six here, two up front and two in the back.” Yeosang's voice rang in their ears.

“We already have four men not far from the back entrance, the two in the kitchen will be easiest to take out if things get dicey. The Leaders have a car out back with a driver so that would be their escape route. Sang is tapping into their communications now.” San added on followed by some chatter in the background.

It was maybe a relief when the four heard your voice, calm and focused. “The guard on the left behind the men- he comes into the club a lot. Likes flirting with one of the girls, Cherry. Woo says he's a huge gambler and owes the Boa’s money. He'd probably turn his back on them to pay those fees.”

Of course they couldn't reply, but a glance at one of the cameras from Hongjoong told the four watching they understood. 

Jongho and Yunho pulled the chairs out and had Seonghwa and Hongjoong sitting the next second.

The buffer of the four men sitting scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You expect us to believe you're the leader of the Pirates?”

“Do you want proof?” Hongjoong hummed out with a tilt of his head, eyeing the man down. “Because if you won’t be serious about these negotiations, we can leave and you can pay us the original amount you owe us within a month.” He moved as if to get up, just for the brute to get elbowed by the more slender man next to him, shooting him a venomous glare.

From left to right, it was the head of their prostitution, the actual head of the Vipers -who appeared decently older than the rest-, the brute who was in charge of the fight ring and last, the lanky man responsible for their drugs. Hongjoong cared more about the leader, since this was his first appearance- though that was their main goal. 

A face means they can find who he is outside of the Vipers. Even if that was all they got from this meeting, it was enough.

“Already have his face being run through our data, Captain.” The techie announced even if he didn't need to. Hongjoong knew he would, he trusted him.

If Yeosang managed to cough up any useful information, they could have even more leverage to make sure this meeting went just as they wanted.

He eyed the four of them, gaze harsh on the brute that had dared to question them. “Let us get right into it then. Mars.” He motioned towards Seonghwa who a moment later pulled a folder out from his bag under the leather cape.

Once it was in Hongjoong's hands, he was quick to place it on the table facing the other four. A contract with listed payments and pictures of the properties that they wanted as well. “We don't expect all of these, but these are the options you have. Our listed conditions in the contract however are non-negotiable.”

“A contract? You can't be serious?” The head of the fight ring scoffed again, not at all intimidated by the glares he received.

“We very much are. We take our work seriously, as well as what we are owed. You were warned our help was not going to be free. Or cheap.” Seonghwa added, pointing with a leather clad finger to the contract. “Three of the 6 properties. Different percentages of our cut on products. You get use of one of our docks, as well as contacts of smugglers willing to extend their contract with us to include you. We'll supply some men to make up for the losses you took, but we have free reign to scout any of your existing men as well.”

Staring at the monitors before you, the rest of the talk fell on deaf ears after Seonghwa had said that. The three around you were still laser focused on the screens, listening to the negotiations though only Seonghwa and Hongjoong did most of the talking. You stood right behind Yeosang, San to your left and Wooyoung to your right, the mic in front of you picking up any conversation the four of you had.

Wooyoung had praised them for their location choices, though you couldn't see what they were without leaning in closer and pressing your chest to the back of Yeosang's head; not that it mattered to you right now.

You were still reeling from the weight of Seonghwa's words. “Does that mean…” you whispered, drawing the attention of the two flanking you, “they can get you out of there safely?”

The fear that had risen up when the small war between the Red Wolves and Green Vipers had jeopardized San’s life had never gone away. You hadn’t dared to ask Hongjoong what he planned to get him out, afraid you would not like the answer at all. 

Now you had it. The alliance between the Pirates and Vipers was a perfect opportunity to pull San out without blowing his cover or causing any harm. The most efficient way as well, as he could still technically fight if he needed. Not that you wanted him to. “You tell me, sweetcheeks? What does that pretty brain of yours think it means?” San replied, his tone playful and you could hear the smirk in his words as well.

That was enough of a confirmation for you however, reaching for his hand on instinct as your expression softened. “You’re going to be safe now?”

San took your hand, fingers lacing with yours and his calloused thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“I wouldn’t say safe- nothing about this job is safe Goddess.” Wooyoung felt the need to tease, bursting your bubble a bit.

San shot him a glare over your shoulder, moving a bit closer to you as his gaze settled back on yours. “While he has a point, I know what you mean. Yes it means they can get me out of immediate danger. So you don’t have to worry any more.”

Relief flooded you, muscles relaxing and letting out a breath that seemed to take some of the tension in your body with it. “I’m glad.” Still holding his hand, you tugged him a bit closer until you were side by side enough you could lean your head on his shoulder. You didn’t think about it, just did it, embracing the warmth radiating off him.

Wooyoung whined behind you, the screens forgotten for the moment. “Be touchy with meee~"

“No.” But you had a smile on your lips as he poked at your arm. “Focus baby boy.”

He sighed, but didn’t relent on the poking even as he turned his attention to the screen. “You guys should hurry up, I’m being deprived of attention now.”

“I don’t think now is the time for such banter, Woo.” Yeosang hissed up at him, motioning to the screens. It seemed you had missed an escalation of sorts as one of the Viper leaders was now standing and leaning over the table, glaring down at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong who was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, and a smug look on his face as he peered up under the hat at the man twice his size it seemed.

Even through the screen you could feel the tension, the charged atmosphere that would snap at the sound of a pin drop.

“I wouldn’t be acting so smug, little hobbit.” The brute snarled at the Captain, the next second 6 guns aimed at the four of your men.

Fear washed through you, detaching yourself from San’s arm and leaning against the back of Yeosang’s head to see the screen clearer. The man seemed unphased, fingers moving across his board as he was doing something on another screen- your eyes didn’t stray from this one.

“Easy baby, they’re going to be fine.” San attempted to reassure you, his hand sliding over your back, hesitating only when you flinched at the initial contact. “The vipers aren’t that dumb.”

As if to back up what he said, the leader of the four lifted two fingers and the guns were lowered. “No need for that, K, they aren’t a threat.” The man was pulled back to his seat by the viper next to him.

“Would you take us more seriously if we were?” It was Yunho who finally spoke up, a tick in his jaw you could see even in the dim light of the restaurant and camera quality. He was pissed, and now you wondered what you had missed.

What had been said or at least insinuated that would have Yunho staring at the men as if he was ready to kill them?

Nothing was said between the four leaders, but the first man, the head of their prostitution, nodded.

Your eyes widened in shock at what proceeded to play out on the screen. Yunho was quick, dashing around the table and disarming and knocking two of the six guards down, shot another in the knee with the newly acquired gun, and then tossed them to Seonghwa. Seonghwa had caught them with ease and pointed them directly at the two of the leaders that had stood up in the duration of Yunho’s actions: one at K, the other at the head of prostitution.

Jongho was much less graceful, the first guard he disarmed, he simply broke his wrist, resulting in a garbled cry as he took a hit to the stomach. He barely hit the floor before Jongho was swinging a punch at the next guard, grabbing his gun. This one was smarter, letting the gun go and bringing his fist up, connecting with Jongho’s cheek. He got one more hit in before Jongho started his own assault, handling him while he tossed the guns towards Yunho.

Who immediately pointed them both at the remaining guard. The one you had pointed out earlier. Yunho mouthed something to the man that had him dropping his gun in surrender and getting on his knees. Yunho kicked it away from everyone before pointing the guns to the back of the other two leader’s heads, while Jongho knocked out the guard then put the one who surrendered into a hold.

It had happened within half a minute, leaving you stunned.

“Still think we aren’t a threat?” Hongjoong mused, still in the same position he had been in before the brute had sat down. You didn’t relax until the guns were lowered and Yunho and Jongho were standing next to Seonghwa and Hongjoong again. Though relaxed wasn’t the right word; less on edge. There was blood on the side of Jongho’s face, probably from a cut that he wasn’t attending to. It raised the intimidation factor for sure, keeping the others in check.

“It’s always hot how those two handle things.” Wooyoung muttered under his breath, snapping your attention to him. Once your initial concern wore off, laughter bubbled out of your throat and fell from your lips. Small, choked giggles really. “What?! You can’t tell me it’s not hot?”

“I think you’re the only one who finds it hot when we pulverize someone.” San teased from the other side of you, laughing under his breath. “Looks like it’s settled now so no more fighting on their end.”

Wooyoung whined at that, a cute pout on his lips. “Damn. I was hoping Yunho could get a little bloody too. Maybe if they’re worked up enough I can finally get that eiffel tower I’ve been praying-”

“Wooyoung!” Both you and San gasp out while Yeosang looks up at him horrified. The culprit didn’t look the slightest bit ashamed however. “We can talk about this later.” San added on.

The man didn’t seem done with his fun though, leaning in towards you and whispering. “Don’t let him fool you, Sannie gets all worked up after a fight himself. The van we used for his cover- Sangie refuses to listen in because we fucked in it so much at first.”

The hiss behind you and Wooyoung’s pride at his words just had more laughter bubbling up from your chest. “Oh my god, I can believe that. You’re such a slut, it’s cute.” You bipinched his cheeks, not at all realizing you felt a bit lighter.

Not until you turned back to the screen and found Yeosang with his head back, looking up at you with a soft smile. A smile that was mirrored on the other two’s faces. Heat rushed up your neck and burned your cheeks as your focus narrowed in on the screen. It did seem to be going smoother, and Jongho did look fine despite the blood on one side of his face…

You didn’t let yourself hope until the four men were signing the contracts provided, the leader shaking hands with Hongjoong. The older man paled when Hongjoong said a name, but he recovered quickly. So Yeosang had found out about him. When had he told Hongjoong? Perhaps when you were distracted.

“Good job Sangie.” You patted his head gently none-the-less, feeling as if he deserved the praise in the moment.

“Just doing my job… they’ll be coming back soon.” Yeosang didn’t look up, but you assumed he was a bit bashful. He never took your praise well.

Before you could lay more praise on, you were being pulled back by Wooyoung. “So- Sangie can handle it from here. Let’s get a medkit ready for bear and I should have enough time to tell you a story! How about a story of a wickedly handsome rogue spy and the very beautiful and badass cop who wins his heart?”

“Heard that one before.” You teased, knowing damn well he was talking about him and you. “How about… the one of the two undercover morally grey hotties that infiltrate an illegal fight ring?”

Wooyoung perked up at that. “Oh? Are you curious about the van stories? Could always recreate the scene for you.” He was leading you over to the kitchen that also had some medical supplies in one of the cabinets.

With a glance back at San who was still with Yeosang, a soft smile tugged at your lips. “Something like that. I never wanted to ask about the undercover part, just in case it worsened my fear of San’s inability to get out of the mess. But now… I’d like to know more. How it started. Why San. And yes, maybe about this van.”

Setting the kit down on the counter, Wooyoung continued to pull out more needed items. “You know, San told you it was purely sexual the day I kissed him in front of you… you know that’s a lie right?” He was nonchalant with it, but it reminded you of the day regardless. Your surprise when this new person kissed the man you were getting attached to. “When we started this mission, it was a turning point for us. I know he told you I saved him or whatever, but I don’t think the shackles really fell for him until the Vipers.”

Realizing there was more to the story than an undercover identity and a lot of sex in a van, you sat down on one of the stools, all your attention on the man across from you. There were a lot of reasons this piqued your interest, but none greater than the need to know how San broke free of his trauma.

Maybe it could give you the answers to break free of your own. “Tell me.”

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[jkags-doodles]

In which I am predictable

Fic concept where Puck has had respiratory issues ever since Meghan met them that are in the category of ~eh, mostly under control, and she’s learned not to question, up until circa the Iron Bug plotline/her and Puck exploring the possibility of romance, at which point their random coughing fits merge into coughing up blood. Which. Concerning. But Puck insists it’s fine. And when she brings it up to nurse Stacy she looks long suffering and pitying but not like it’s unusual, just talks about upping Puck’s treatment.

Cut to book 3 at Leanansidhe’s safehouse, Meghan and Ash are fully in their romance era, Puck is helping train Meghan. They’re at a weird impasse where Meghan isn’t mad at Robbie anymore but hasn’t really forgiven them or addressed the issue. Coughing fits are worsening, Meghan really wishes Puck would address them, and

Wait are those flowers.

(They’re forget-me-nots, specifically.)

Oh my god you have Hanahaki, Meghan says.

Literally shut the fuck up, Puck says.

Oh my god, your love for me is killing you isn’t it, Meghan says.

I will pay you 20 American dollars to pretend you didn’t see this, Puck says.

I’m a terrible person for not being able to requite your feelings, Meghan says, spiraling.

It’s not for you, don’t worry about it, Puck says.

Wait what? Meghan says, because this love triangle has been consuming nearly every thought in her brain and the idea of Robbie having an active social life outside of her is admittedly kinda weird, which she’s going to unpack later.

Puck proceeds not to tell her who they love and why it’s killing them, just that it’s been like this for a while and sometimes gets better/sometimes gets worse, PLEASE don’t ask pressing questions, this is totally normal for them and they’re used to it and it’s not going to stop them from being helpful. So it’s fine.

Meghan tells Ash, because she’s gotta. Ash is trying to timeline it out because oh god his best friend is dying if Puck dies from this then he won’t get to avenge Ariella, so he has to figure out who it’s for and how to solve it like Right Now, Fuck the Iron Kingdom, who is it for and why has it been going on for so long, and why is Puck so unconcerned about it. One thing leads to another, Meghan winds up going well Puck and Leanansidhe seem close, so maybe she’ll know.

Lea I will give you 25 American dollars not to be a snitch, Puck says.

Wow. All three of you are baby idiots, Lea says, who’s been watching her horrible little sibling figure do the equivalent of breathing in weedkiller incense for about 3 centuries and hoping it kills their forget-me-not garden faster than it kills the rest of their body. It’s very clearly for Prince Ash. They developed it within the same year Ash swore his murder oath.

Turns out being in close contact with the person who swore to kill you and that you have a terminal flower disease for is not an ideal position to be in. And Puck’s illness has progressed much more quickly than it had been for the past three centuries with everything that’s gone down. So Stacilia’s treatment has been falling behind.

You all suck, Puck says, bordering on tears and/or hysteric laughter. And it’s not like I like him romantically anyway so it hardly matters anymore, he doesn’t care for friendship when there’s a girl to fall in love with. Let me tend my shitty flower garden in peace.

Which. Rude. But not an entirely inaccurate reading of the situation.

There are no easy ways out of this.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Slight mature theme (mention of sex) so I'm putting 18+ just to be safe ❤️

❤️

Part one Winter + Spring ❄️🌼

Summer ✨☀️

Summer arrives and with it comes the guilt and missing Eddie. Thoughts niggle at you when you're trying to relax or keep busy, you miss your friendship with Eddie and don't understand where everything went wrong.

Why was Eddie so against Matt?

Speaking of Matt, the two of you had gone on a few dates, but all you can think about is Eddie. It's not fair to Matt; he seems like a nice guy, and you push yourself to try with him.

On one of your dates to Family Video to pick up some movies Eddie is there with Dustin and Nancy for the usual Friday movie night. Of course, Eddie is stubborn and you're stubborn, so neither of you makes a move to say anything. All Eddie does is glare at Matt like he's some sort of upside-down hell creature.

Robin rolls her eyes at him and sings songs under her breath. It sounds a lot like she's saying Eddie is jealous, but that's completely ridiculous because he's with Chrissy, and why can he have a girlfriend but you can't date anyone? He was infuriating.

It doesn't stop the hollow feeling in your chest when you leave, you miss him, and if you just turned back for one second, then you'd see his sad face watching you go.

Not long after that you find out that Eddie was right from the start that Matt was a player. You see him on a date while you're out with Robin and Nancy for the day, and you can't believe you were so stupid.

You get out of the relationship super quickly and don't even look back when you walk away from Matt.

You so don't have time for shit like this.

Soon after you find out from Dustin that Chrissy and Eddie have broken up. Despite being mad at him you'd never have him face heartache alone.

So you arm yourself with Eddie's favourite candy and head to his new place. When you knock on the door he tells "Dustin, dude. I'm okay. Will you stop bugging me every minute kid. I'm fine"

"It's me, Ed," you answer back, and suddenly the door is wrenched open, and you're lifted off your feet into a bear hug.

"I missed you, so much princess" he mumbles into your hair and you melt into him, tears roll down your cheeks and you peer at him sadly.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I heard about you and Chrissy too, I came straight here when I heard" he shakes his head and holds you close.

"Don't. Don't apologise, I was a dickhead, this was on me, I've been trying to find the right way to apologise for ages and honestly Chrissy and I broke up like two months ago. I just didn't want to say anything to Dustin or the gang straight away, that little shit hasn't left me alone since" he says this with a fond smile and your heart does a little flip, fuck. He was so sweet with Dustin and the kids.

"So is that why you were so grumpy about Matt?" you ask, curious, but don't understand why Eddie's cheeks go pink.

"Uh no. The break-up with Chrissy was pretty mutual, she kinda helped me realise something big..." He trails off but he's still blushing a little bit which is cute but you don't have a clue what he's talking about.

What did Chrissy help him realise? You mull over it but decide to figure it out another day.

"How is Matt?" It seems like he forces the words out and you sigh and cuddle close to him.

"Oh he's an asshole, you were right Eddie. He was a player, I'm sorry I didn't realise that when you said"

Eddie's scowling but you know he's not mad at you and he makes his feelings loud and clear.

"You're too good for him. He's a douchebag to two time you, doesn't know what an amazing lady he has princess" flushed at his praise you kiss his cheek.

You were here now with Eddie and you weren't letting anything come between your friendship again.

Autumn. 🍁🍂

Turns out you figure it out fairly quickly, even if it seems unbelievable to you. At first, you deny it because there's no way Eddie was falling for you. Absolutely no way.

But the signs are hard to ignore. He blushes when you're near, you've made him speechless twice, and Eddie has never been speechless or one to blush in his life. He's nervous, and while he's always a gentleman, you notice it a lot more in the little things he does for you.

When you're together, he wears aftershave, and one time he brings flowers he picked for you, he looked so sweet and bashful handing them over. It was so cute.

It gets to the point where the tension between you two is at breaking point and you can't deny it any longer. It's just who will make the first move.

Eddie is the one who steps up It's late and raining when he drives you to his after Hellfire to watch a movie. He's more fidgety than usual and you can tell something is bothering him.

"Hey princess?" You turn back to him, and he strides up to you, takes your face between his hands and cradles it so gently. Then he kisses you, and it's cliche, but it feels like fireworks and fate. Both of you are dazed and smiling at each other like goofballs when you part.

The two of you only part from your giddy bubble when the door opens and Wayne comes out, he smirks and nods to Eddie.

"Well about damn time boy, thought you were never gonna work up the courage, lovesick fool" Eddie hides his face in your hair and you fight the giggles at his pouty face.

"So that's what Chrissy helped you realise?" You know it's true but it's nice to hear it all the same.

"Kinda hard to be with someone when you're in love with your best friend and she was still in love with Jason" oh shit. Well there it was.

The two of you make love on a cold autumn night after binge watching your favourite Halloween movies, It's full of giddiness and joy and just...

"You know I love you, too, right? I always have" his answering smile is beautiful and he kisses you again, says I love you repeatedly.

After that, the two of you enjoy pumpkin picking dates, trying to make your own cookies which Eddie burns on the first try but perfects them the second time, movie nights, nights stargazing in his van.

finally.

In fact, that's the first thing Dustin says when he walks in on you and Eddie cuddling on the sofa just before a Hellfire session.

"We weren't that obvious were we?" Eddie asks you but before you can answer Dustin butts into the conversation.

"Dude, even Mike noticed and he's the most oblivious guy I know" You stifle a smile and hide your face in Eddie's chest, just listening to Mike and Dustin argue and Eddie and Lucas trying to calm them down enough to start the new Hellfire session.

Life was good.

❤️

"But I think I love fall most of all" 🍂🍁

[pretendthisisaname]

Sure hope this isn't some kind of foreshadowing

[genevieve-and-nikki]

My heart breaks because they did a proper 1 to 1 recreation and she's gorgeous (and the two new colorways are fabulous) but she came at the worst possible time 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

[000marie198]

Zuko is a cat

[makorragal-312]

I know it's already been weeks since the finale, but the fact that Chris was so pissed at Eddie that he would rather go to Texas and stay with the grandparents who spent his whole life infantilizing him because of his CP and have been trying to take him away from his dad ever since his mother left is something that continues to bother me.

I honestly can't tell if it's OOC writing, a plot element to get Eddie to come out, or just something that's supposed to further develop Eddie and Buck's relationship in Season 8.

Either way, I'm still in constant pain.

[batnbreakfast]

We’re both sick as hell, but we dragged our sorry behinds to the shore to see one last sunset.*

* in Thessaloniki, not in general

[roennq]

Probably in the minority here but I've always thought Aramis got a raw deal in his happy ending. Yes, he got to watch his son grow up and all and be with the love of his life, but unlike his brothers, he can never walk hand in hand down the street with her. He can't even show his love to her or give her a kiss in public. It's all shadows and secrets with them.

Oh well, there's always fanfiction.

[klauswalz]

There was this job that I applied for and I felt like I had it because I have the qualifications and I have done the job but apparently my application during the interview process did not move forward because they found someone who had double my work experience.

I am a bit sad but I do know that there are other opportunities out there and every rejection is a redirection to something knew.

[stubbornstalwart]

If you ever want to know how much Fidelio trusts you, just see if / how long you can get away with touching his ears.

Spoiler: Hardly anyone can get away with it for long . . . and he won't admit it, but he does love a good ear massage.

In true scottish fold fashion, he has to clean them often, so the fur on them is extremely soft.

[sol-draws-sometimes]

You know I don’t understand why WTNV is classified as horror, it’s more comedy than it is horror—*Episodes where they try to ban books*

You know what no, this is a horror podcast

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[forcedhesitation]

unique greetings?? hello??

the romance-specific greeting only seemed to trigger once I entered act 3, despite jantar having gone through the dance cutscene fairly early into act 2.

the regular high friendship one is a greeting I've gotten before in corydalis' save, as well as "always good to talk, my friend," but both lines of dialogue randomly disappeared at some point, and wyll only greeted corydalis with "well met." well, up until today, I guess.

I have to wonder if these will once again randomly disappear because they are clearly bugged and larian just won't fix them once and for all...

...please...stop doing this to the gate's most beautiful little prince...