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[existence-is-a-pain87]

Without Eyes I'm Blind

Part 2 to With Eyes I See. Please read Part 1 for the necessary context regarding the story. Thank you

Yandere!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; darker themes; death; blood; murder; violence; cults; and more. Please read with caution, and to minors please read with EXTRA caution

Note: After I finish this mini-series, I'm gonna write more Dandy's World stuff with some Forsaken tossed in there. I'm also preparing to write a Block Tales thingy for a friend, so keep an eye out.

Also, futher note, when I was writing this Tumblr FUCKING CRASHED on me and I lost a ton of writing so I'm sorry this took awhile to come out. When it happened to me, I nearly tried to jump through a wall.

Also also, Guest 1337 wasn't included in this Part or Part 1 because in canon he's from a whole ahh different universe. Same with Jason. Don't worry, MC meets him in Part 3.

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I almost forgot someone asked me to add a tag list to my main works. So here it is. If anyone else wants to be on it, just lemme know.

@amistakehadhappened

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You can't see anymore.

Your eyes are gone.

All you can do is feel. There isn't even darkness or pure light as people think blind people have.

Their is nothing. And you can perceive nothing via sight.

It's hell. You're in hell.

You just sit in a room, surrounded by soft and precious items as the cultists of the Spawn cult treat you with a holy reverence you don't deserve.

You are no angel.

But they like to think you are.

The chain around your neck is heavy. You can't move out of this room.

And god knows you can't find the key. You know your freedom is as good as dead.

That your life is good as dead.

You got a second chance, even replacing someone else's life. And this is what happened.

You hear the door to your prison cell open. They claim it's a room. It's a prison cell to you.

"Little bird, it's time to change your bandages." Two Time's voice rings in your ears. Too chipper. Too happy. They're too gleeful you're here. That you can't go.

"...fuck off." You whisper to them, and Two Time merely hums in response.

...

Two Time and Azure were the ones who took care of you as you were so helpless. You believed it was out of spite. They claimed it was out of love.

You hated them. You feared them. You wanted them gone forever.

You feel their hands gently undo the bandages around your eyes. They place their hands on your face, examining what remains.

You hear them click their tongue.

"Ah, you're healing so well," They muse, "Everyone will be happy to hear this. Soon enough, you may need no bandages at all."

You sit there in silence as they keep talking, redoing their bandages and leaving fleeting touches on their body.

But as you hear them get up to leave, you ask one question.

"Do you regret what you've done?"

There's silence for a moment.

"No." Two Time replies, "Because doing what I've done means never losing you. And I'd die before I lose you."

You hope their death is painful.

--☆☆☆--

You sit in the tub as Azure gently cleans you.

You despise moments like this. When you're alone with the ones responsible for this.

You don't move. You don't speak. You just exist there like a human doll as Azure keeps murmuring to you.

He pauses when you flinch when his hands touch your face.

You only move to pull his hands away from the bandages on your head.

"...you know I'm not going to do anything like that again, right?" Azure told you, "You can let others instead of Two Time change your bandages."

"You shouldn't have hurt me then." You bluntly replied, "Maybe then I wouldn't actively despise you."

Azure is silent, but you feel him press a kiss to your neck.

"I know you'll never forgive me, but I regret nothing." He tells you, "I just hope there is a day where you'll let me touch your face again."

You'll make sure there isn't.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together. But now, with no sight, it was actively hell to tell what time it was.

Perhaps it had been days since you lost your eyes. Maybe weeks. Or perhaps months.

You had no clue.

It could've even been years.

You hated this.

I have an offer to you.

At the voice that appears in your head, you naturally flinch and panic.

Calm down. Listen to what I have to say.

You have no idea who this is.

Then suddenly you see again. But it's purely red.

I have no name. I have no body. But I have power.

What did it want? You didn't know.

I want you. I know what you are. I can give you your sight back. I can give you more power. It will all have a cost, but you will have your freedom again.

You hesitate.

Only for a moment.

"You have a deal." You whisper aloud.

Don't you wish to hear what will offer.

"Tell me then. It won't change my answer."

...

...

...

You listened to all it had to offer.

Your body would change, and you'd need to consume flesh, blood, and the very life force of others to keep the sight it would give you.

It didn't have to be human. It could be animal, and plant in emergancy.

And it would always be able to keep tabs on you and take something from you sometime in the future.

You agreed immediately.

You held back your screams as your bones snapped and shifted, and as your very form transformed with uncomfortable pain.

You even blacked out for a bit.

But when you woke up, you could see again. Even if your eyes weren't back.

You just saw everything around you. Even through walls.

Your hair was longer now, and thicker. You knew why after you realized you could stretch out your hair into giant wings, four in total, with eyes along the tips.

Your ears were larger now, and almost goat-like despite being feathered. And short, horn-like antennae sticked out of your forehead. And you had three long tails that resembled a mix of ribbons and feathers that you could move as you pleased. And across your body were patterns of short feathers and your feet and hands resembled bird talons.

The entity apparently turned you into a bird. Or at least a human-like bird.

You knew there was more, but you wanted out before deciding to try out everything else you can do now.

You snapped the chain on your neck, it clattering to the floor as it held no use anymore.

You stood up and prowled to the door, peering out. When the coast was clear, you ran.

But now you were faster, and saw more.

It wasn't hard to find the way out now, even if you did get spotted.

You screeched as a knife flew into your arm as you were halfway out the door. Your head snapped to stare at who did it, and you saw...

The same woman who stabbed Gubby.

...

You decided to give yourself more time to see.

You charged, wrapping your hands around her neck as you threw her to the floor. You loomed over her as you felt your mouth stretch more wide than it ever could before. You felt the sharp teeth in your mouth almost grow.

And the last sound she made was a scream before your torn into her body.

There was practically nothing left of her after you feasted.

You stood over her, mind both buzzing with glee and regret.

But she hurt Gubby. She stabbed an innocent rabbit.

She deserved this.

She deserved it all.

As the others kept coming, you immediately ran again.

You didn't want to kill another human anymore.

However, if it was Two Time or Azure... or any of the cultists responsible for trapping you...

...yeah, you could make an excuse to do it.

But not now. Now you just want freedom.

So you ran. Ran as you were hunted down.

You ran and didn't stop.

--☆☆☆--

...just your luck you somehow ended up in a net trap like this was a cartoon, eh?

Your wings were out, pressing on the net as you couldn't get in a good position to rip the net without falling into the pit of spikes below you.

You weren't even sure how you got in the situation. Or why you were making bird sounds now.

You barely could think. You were just panicking. You were scared.

What if you were still being followed? You're trapped. They could get you again.

You didn't want to kill. You hated everyone in that damn cult and wished them death, but god, you felt worse committing murder.

Except on a select few, you'd gladly kill.

The sounds of footsteps fills your ears, and you freeze.

Oh god, is it the cultists?

You panic.

But it's not.

No.

You stay still as he approaches you, and you stare at his faceless head, his hood pulled down slightly.

You two stare silently at each other. Then he pulls out a knife.

You panic again, knowing enough of Taph's lore that he's probably going to end you to keep himself safe.

"Please, you have to help me-!" You blurt out, "Please, they're after me. Please! If they get me, I- I- I'm as good as dead."

Taph stares at you as you continue begging, desperate to not die again.

He doesn't put down the knife. Hell, he even raises it and you let out a small, almost-chirp-like sound in panic.

You flinch as he cuts you lose and catches you so you aren't impaled upon the spikes.

He beckons you to follow him, and you do. You'd rather not be captured by cultists again anyway.

Maybe you could trust Taph.

You hoped you could.

--☆☆☆--

Taph was very skeptical of you, so he kept his guard up around you.

You were just amazed he was willing to let you stay in his house. Even if he tended to avoid any interaction with you.

Though, you wanted to at least be on good terms with Taph. So you made him things like meals and helped clean up when needed.

Eventually, he started to warm up to you. You thought. At the very least he didn't leave the room when you walked in and taught you how to make a bomb.

It was a slow friendship that grew between you two. One of no judgment, and no hate. He couldn't speak and constantly lived in fear for his life, and you needed to hurt things just to see.

You both suffered together, and found bliss in it.

You were constantly terrified to lose this bliss, though. For Taph to witness you as a monster.

But you weren't fortunate enough to have him never catch you.

When he saw you for the first time, you were terrified.

---

You immediately dropped the deer corpse you were feasting on. You stared at the ex-demolitionist in horror, your mouth snapping shut like a bear trap as you couldn't stop having terrified trills and whines escaping from your mouth.

Oh god no- NO NO NO-

He saw you. He saw you eating. He saw you in your most monstrous state.

What if he hated you? What if he'd kill you?

You couldn't hurt him, not matter what he did.

Oh god- oh GOD-

You shake, your mind a mix of anxiety and animalistic terror.

As Taph crouches down, you bury you head in your hands and used your wings as a shield.

They gently nudge you, and you shake violently as you look up and see Taph offering you a chunk of the deer you were in the middle of eating.

You hesitate before taking it and feasting again, Taph gently petting your head in an attempt to comfort you.

---

It was that moment you realized he didn't hate you. He didn't even blame you for what you needed to do.

He was just kind. After that, he helped you catch your prey so it'd be easier for you to eat when you needed to, too.

You just helped pay him back more, and even started to go out of your way to deal with certain angry protesters when they found and got too close to his home.

You didn't want to hurt anyone. You didn't like killing people. But you didn't regret it if you did it to protect Taph.

You just tried to hide what you did from him.

You didn't know that he knew the whole time. And he didn't care.

The ex-demolitionist had his own secrets after all.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together while you lived at Taph's house. You lost track of the days since you got here, but it was fine. It was better than the cult ever was.

But you still confided in Taph about how you yearned to see more of the world, to never be a caged bird. To meet new people, to experience more, and to be more.

But you were scared. Scared to be caught by the Spawn cult again. You never wanted that again.

And Taph listened.

You didn't expect him to take action like how he did, though.

Waking up one morning, exiting your room, only to find fucking Builderman sitting on the couch while casually talking to Taph made you tweak out, naturally.

But you managed to compose yourself and talk to him, questioning so many things while desperately trying to stay polite.

You didn't expect him to take you being a... cannibal bird person super well.

You were surprised when he already knew. Even more so when he didn't hate you for it.

He wasn't at Taph's house for long, but it became kinda common for him to come over.

Eventually, one day, Builderman told you that you were going to be staying with the Admins at Taph's request and for your safety from the Spawn cult.

And because, earlier, you'd confessed to your otherworldly origins.

It astounded you that he did this, but you agreed.

At least you'd still be able to visit Taph.

--☆☆☆--

Much to your surprise, you weren't going to be staying with Builderman.

It was quite awkward when you went to Dusekkar's house and learned you'd be staying with him. You were just glad you understood his rhyming thing very well.

But Dusekkar was surprisingly nice and was more than willing to help you get settled into his house and didn't rush you when you hid away a good bit.

But he was patient and didn't mind your curse. Eventually, you warmed up to him, too.

He went out of his way to figure out how to make it so you'd have to kill and eat living creatures less to keep your sight by using his magic. It was by no means a cure, but it was a blessing.

He even taught you magic. Though yours is much more tech-oriented, to say the least.

You created yourself a magical screen of sorts that hovered over your face, black in color, that could display any image you willed in black and white. The screen could also transform into large fangs that hovered in front of your mouth to help you feast when you needed to.

You loved this screen. It hid the bandages you wore and how your face could make you horrifying to look at without the bandages. It helped you feel more human, more normal. Like your eyes weren't gone, and you were still kind of a human.

But it wasn't just Dusekkar, or Dusey as you started to call him after you two grew close, who was your friends among the Admins. There was Builderman, who you somehow got on a first-name basis with, and Shedletsky.

You became such great friends with this man it got to the point he literally gave you some of his fried chicken if you asked.

You were honestly astounded. Then again, he was really nice. And this was before 1x1x1x1 existed, which said a ton about him.

Becoming friends with the Roblox admins (or at least their versions in this world) was never something you expected. But here you are.

Good thing this wasn't Block Tales.

...

Even if being Forsaken was technically more of a hell.

--☆☆☆--

You had no idea how your disappearance effected everyone from before.

How could you?

It wasn't your fault you were gone anyways.

It just meant everything that happened in the past of Forsaken happened, even if you left an impact on all of them.

Noob and Guest 666 were the reason you moved back to your apartment in the first place due to a vicious argument about Chance which ended with you leaving. They came over the next morning to talk it out only to find your apartment trash, blood on the floor, and you gone.

Noob blamed himself while 666 blamed everyone else, especially Chance for getting involved in your life.

It led to their friendship collapsing, 666's ban, and eventually them both being Forsaken.

007n7 was devestated you were apparently murdered or kidnapped. c00lkidd took it even worse and lashed out. It led to him getting the c00lGUI and burning down Builder Brother's pizza as revenge for when you mentioned how your friendship with Elliot was crumbled over what seemed like nothing.

c00lkidd just blamed Elliot for making you sad and thought that was a part of why you were gone.

And when c00lkidd disappeared? When most of the best things in his life were gone?

007n7 couldn't handle it and ended it all, being Forsaken.

Elliot was Forsaken around this time too.

And John Doe was corrupted by the old code, and eventually both he and Jane were Forsaken as well.

Then ITrapped happened with Chance and he wasn't safe either.

And Two Time sacrificed Azure, and eventually he too was Forsaken.

--☆☆☆--

It happened eventually. You knew it would.

When all three admins you grew close with disappeared, you knew they were Forsaken.

You missed them dearly, but you just decided to move on and live your life.

It's what they would've wanted.

Not so fast.

You froze at the Entity's voice back in your head. For the first time in years since the deal.

You and I had a deal. I come for what I promised I would take.

"And what do you wish to take?" You questioned, already having lost so, so much. "You took my life. You took my humanity. You took my innocence. What's next?"

I want you.

...

...

...

Not even you could escape being Forsaken.

Ironic, is it not?

Because as you sit up on the dock you were transported to. As you take in your surroundings.

As you process every plan, every hope, every dream being crushed.

You scream.

You scream and scream and scream and scream

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

And as you scream.

As you process it all was taken from you.

You realize just how blind you were to it all.

You may have gotten your sight back, but in the end it was worthless.

In the end, you still ended up in Hell.

In the end, you were a monster.

In the end, you died a monster.

[jerbunni]

Boothill x Reader

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ MINORS DNI ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 「 ✦ Tags ✦ 」 : Piercings mentioned, lots of story, 18+, smut, penetration, cowboy, long, established relationship, focus on boobies, fem reader, it's a little silly. Hope you enjoy :)

「 ✦ Word Count ✦ 」 : ~5k (pretty long)

「 ✦ Synopsis ✦ 」 : Boothill is obsessed with your tits. Even more so when you get your nipples pierced. 「 ✦ Author's Note✦ 」 : My style of writing's pretty silly in this one. I usually post more serious stuff, but if this does well, then I'll keep writing like this. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ MINORS DNI (AGAIN)⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

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Your cowboy boyfriend was just oh-so obsessed with your tits. How could he not be? Those mounds of flesh resting so beautifully atop your chest captivated him every time he looked at you. Clothed or unclothed, Boothill would find a way to "cop a feel". 

However, sometimes a "feel" wasn’t enough for him. He needed your heavenly tits in his mouth. And this wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t just gotten your nipples pierced... But it was...

...

Because you had just gotten your nipples pierced. 

Less than a day after you got them pierced, he'd ask, “How much longer y’said they needed?”

And feeling guilty, you'd respond with a soft-spoken, “Few months…”

“A FEW MONTHS!?” He’d exclaim, completely flabbergasted despite your warning before the piercing appointment, “Mother fudgin- FEW MONTHS!?”

“Uh, yeah, a few months, yeah. Maybe even longer...”

Definitely longer. But for his sake, you'll keep it at a 'few months.'

You turned away from him as you said that, the guilt slowly leaving your system and being replaced with mild amusement. “How long did it take for your piercings to heal?”

“‘Round a month. Not a few months,” He elongates the s at the end of months, really trying to drive his point home. 

You wave him off. You knew he’d be upset, but surely he could last a few months without sucking on your buds. It’s not like you were telling him he couldn’t be handsy. Just no tongue!

Even so, the hands weren’t enough for him. And as the days flew by for you-- for him, he counted the seconds, minutes, and hours. 

…It was torture.

Sexy time wasn’t the same for him. The two of you would settle into your lavish hotel sheets, butt-booty naked and ready for action.

His cold, metal hands would cup your pliant breasts, fingers gliding gently atop your freshly pierced nipples, eliciting goosebumps to pepper your skin. Then, the intrusive thoughts would take over…

“What are you doing?” You’d ask with your hand gently pushing against his cheek to hold him off. 

With his mouth half open and his face lowered, your ranger boyfriend would pull back with an annoyed suck of his teeth, “Nothin’...”

“Uh-huh.”

When week two came, he’d come home every day looking half-dead. His Galaxy Ranger tasks and little run-ins with Argenti would only be able to distract him for so long. 

“Hang in there~,” You’d tease, and he’d wave you off in an attempt to restrain himself from saying something nasty.

Week 3 was… surprisingly calm? Not once did he even glance at your chest. Although it was slightly concerning, you brushed it aside and figured he was doing some sort of dissociation activity. That was until week three merged into week four and became a month. And once again, sexy time had been initiated. Only this time, Boothill was as chipper as a varmint findin’ his prey.

…

Ew, his weird cowboy slang is rubbing off on you. 

“Why’re you so damn happy?” You’d ask as he towered over your naked body. 

“‘Cause,” He replied, his hands drifting to your hips, “It’s been a month.”

He bent down to place gentle yet hurried kisses against your cheek, his arms moving from your hips to cage you between the sheets and his torso.

With soft giggles, you smiled, your hands snaking their way under his long hair and hooking around his neck, “Mmhm. Halfway there.”

“What.”

“What?”

“Halfway? Half. Way?”

You open your mouth to say something but are abruptly cut off by him, “It’s been too fudgin’ long! What do you mean I’m halfway there!?”

It should really be longer, but you restrain yourself from making his unwarranted punishment even longer.

Ignoring his anger, you roll your eyes and ask, “Is that why you were so chipper this past week?”

“Well whaddya think!?”

“Uh-huh. How long do you think it’s been?”

“A darn month!”

“Mmhm. And remember when I told you it would take a few months? Month-s, sss?” This time, it’s you who’s emphasizing the s at the end of months. 

“Oh…”

Somehow, he managed to gaslight himself into thinking it would take one month instead of two. Even after making such a big fuss about it initially. 

Safe to say sexy time was a little lackluster that night. 

After that day, the grieving only got worse for him. 

Shock, denial, anger, bargaining (it was never an option for him), acceptance, you name it. 

However, the 7th week merging into the 8th was his magnum opus. The two of you had moved into yet another hotel, and that night, your boyfriend was counting the seconds to midnight. He didn’t need to literally wait exactly two months, but the past few weeks got to him, and you figured it was funny seeing him struggle this way. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, my love~,” you’d hum to him oh-so-sweetly in your towel as the clock came closer to midnight. 

“It can’t wait till after?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, trapping you in it. 

“After what?”

“Oh don’t do this.”

“Do what?” You giggled, your fingers gripping the door handle. 

“Don’t toy with me, woman. You know I’ve been waitin’ for this day.”

“Mmhm,” You hum again, beginning to close the door on him, “We’ll do it after, don’t be such a baby.”

Just as you’re about to close the door, Boothill’s silver hand stops it from closing. 

With a toothy smile, he pushes the door back open, backing you up against the toilet, “Nah. I’ve waited too fudgin’ long for this. Your shower can wait.” 

You let out a laugh, he can’t possibly be serious... can he?

Your amusement turns to shock as he abruptly lifts you up and slings you over his shoulder, your towel slipping off your body. 

“H-Hey!” You exclaim, hitting your fists against his metallic back. 

“You’re jus’ gonna get dirty again anyway. I’m doin’ you a favor!”

By the time he finishes his sentence, he’s already by the bed and throwing you onto the cushiony, white sheets. 

“Come on, seriously!” You yell out to him, a warm blush permeating your cheeks, “I’ll take two showers then. It really doesn’t-”

Before you can finish, your cowboy boyfriend throws his cowboy hat onto your head, temporarily blocking your vision. 

“Quiet, you,” he hisses out, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him with little regard for you.

He tosses your legs over his shoulders and leans into you, adjusting the hat on your head. 

You want to be mad at him, but with your noses nearly touching, you can’t be. He’s just too darn handsome up close. Well, too darn handsome in general.

“You ready, sweet stuff?” He asks, the corners of his lips pulling up into a cocky smile. 

“You can’t be serious,” You smirk at him, tipping back the hat.

“Darn straight I can.”

With that, your ranger boyfriend presses his lips against yours, his cold hands instantaneously latching onto your warm breasts. You let out a weak moan into his mouth as he kneads your breasts, and he takes the opportunity to slip his pierced tongue between your lips.

The feeling of the cool metal inside your mouth makes you shiver. You should be used to it by now. But it always catches you off guard.

Soon after he’s gotten his fill of your lips, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you. 

“Y’ready, baby?” He asks, licking his lips as he gives a gentle squeeze to your breasts.

“Pfft, you’re acting like we’ve never done this before,” you smile, “yes, I’m ready.”

“I’m not talkin’ ta you,” He hisses out, “I’m talkin’a them.” 

With that, your boyfriend gives your breasts a hearty squeeze. You roll your eyes, trying to bite back the smile stretching onto your lips. 

Although his prize was right in front of him, quite literally in his hands, your boyfriend’s eyes drifted up to meet yours. Almost as if to ask if he were really able to indulge in the thing he’s been waiting so long to get. 

“Well…” you begin, the blush in your cheeks returning, “...what are you waiting for?”

He lets out a soft chuckle, his head darting down to take one of your pierced nipples between his lips. 

And oh. My. Aeons. He’s finally made it. 

You feel his smile widen against your skin, his warm, wet, tongue coating your nipples in a thin coat of his saliva. You let out a meek whimper, running your hands through his long, black and white hair. 

His piercing clinks against yours, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. 

“B-Been waiting for this for a while now, huh?” You stutter out to him, the warmth in your cheeks spreading to the tips of your ears. Despite your boyfriend and you having done this many times, you’re still just as sensitive as the first time.

He responds out with a low groan, his mouth still latched to your tit while his eyes met yours.

“Mmhm,” he moans in a trance-like state. 

His tongue circles your nipples so deliciously. Even though he’s certainly doing this for his benefit more than yours, you’re not complaining. If it feels good, it feels good. And boy does it feel great.

His eyes trail back down to the two beauties beneath him, and he soon unlatches from your tit with a wet pop. 

“Two months. Two long months I’ve waited,” He grins, his eyes looking back into yours. 

His thumbs once again graze along your hardened, wet nipples, making you shudder. 

“You’re such a tease,” you huff out, “...and a baby.”

“And all yours,” he retaliates, his sharp teeth showing through his cocky smile. 

And soon enough, he’s back at it. Only this time he-

“Ow!”

You let out a flustered yelp, your body jolting forward. 

With your brows furrowed, you huff out, “Don’t bite them so hard.”

“Sorry sweet thing, can’t help myself.”

It wouldn’t be a problem if his teeth weren’t so abnormally sharp. But they are. And it is a problem. Still, the slight masochist within you doesn’t necessarily hate it…

“And look,” he continues, one of his hands trailing down past your stomach and between your legs, “she certainly doesn’t hate it.”

Of course he calls you out on that…

With that, Boothill’s metal fingers push against your folds and glide up and down them, your sticky fluids coating them with a cloudy slick.

“Tease…” you mumble again, your hips bucking into his hand in response to his teasing. 

Boothill continues to suck and bite on your breasts, eventually marking you with a few hickies. However, a few quickly become a lot, and a lot become too many.

“You’re gonna leave ‘em sore!” You whine out, trying to push his head away from your chest. 

With bite marks and deep red bruising, your boyfriend has the audacity to respond, “You’ll be fine. Nothin’ I haven’t done before.”

His fingers continue to toy with your folds, making you involuntarily twitch as he pokes against you.

“B-Boothill…” You moan out, using his hat as a way to cover your eyes. 

“Mm?”

“Quit teasin’ me… seriously.”

He can’t help but emit a hearty laugh, pulling himself away from you and giving you a break from the deep stretch he had put you in. 

“Yeah, I’ll stop teasin’ you alright.”

He tilts back the hat on your head, directing your vision towards your lower half where his hands are. And as quickly as he tilted back the hat, he plunged his cold fingers deep into your warm, velvety depths. You let out a sharp moan, surely loud enough to wake whatever temporary neighbors you have on either side of you. 

“So sensitive,” He smirks, pushing his fingers up against your favorite spot. 

Your cowboy boyfriend continues to wiggle his fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Your body writhes underneath him, your back arching and your hands coming off his head to reach to the sheets above you. 

You let out louder and louder moans, repeatedly sputtering out his name between lewd noises and pants. 

As your body squirms, your tits jiggle. And while Boothill keeps one hand pleasuring your lower side, he uses his other to squeeze down harder on your wet, bruised breasts. 

“It hurts!!” You yelp out, your drenched cunt clenching around his fingers. 

The pain isn’t new, but the piercings make it different. And it's a difference you’re not used to. 

“First time in a long time you’re yellin’ it out like it’s a bad thing,” He mutters, “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetness.”

He takes his hand off your breast, leaning in to kiss your lips while his hand makes its way to your arms above you. In no time, he has them pinned there. 

As he pulls back from the kiss, you notice a mischievous smile plastered on his face, “But it’s your punishment for makin’ me wait so fudgin’ long.”

The fingers enwrapped in your cushy cunt somehow manage to reach deeper, wiggling up and down inside you before quickly pulling out of you. 

Even if they’re only his fingers, those metallic digits are so thick you can’t help but feel empty once they’ve left you. 

He then reels back his hand, wiggling his fingers with a soft mechanical whir before swiftly giving a harsh slap to your tits. 

For someone who treasures your boobs so much, he sure is rough with them. Or rather, he’s greedy with how much he could get away with?

Regardless, his harsh treatment of your pierced tits causes you to yelp out in pain, your back arching beneath him. 

“Boothill!!” You cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He lets out an unabashed laugh, cupping a tit in his hand. He gives it a gentle squeeze, and despite how gentle it is, your body still winces. 

“Too sensitive?” He hums, his piercing (literally) eyes staring directly into yours. It feels like he’s testing you, but he’s not. He’s just an ass.

Just to spite him, you refuse to answer. Instead, you opt to look off to the side, the hat falling conveniently over your eyes. 

“Oh? Got nothin’ t’say?”

He lets go of your breast, the hand pinning yours tightening its grip. 

Theres a few, short seconds of silence, followed by shuffling, before you feel a hot slap against your puffy pussy. 

“A-ah!!” Your hips buck up involuntarily and you try to wiggle free from his grasp, but he’s more metal than flesh. It's nearly impossible to match or even overpower his strength. No, not near impossible, simply impossible.

“Boothill!!!” You scream out his name, half whining.

“Darn. Y’must want those neighbors of ours to really know my name,” he chuckles out. 

Licking his lips, he watches as your pussy spasms around nothing. 

“N-no!” You retaliate, kicking your feet against his hips, “I want you to stop being an ass!!”

“An ass?” He asks, condescendingly, “You made me wait how long t’get a taste of my girls?”

“Aeons, it wasn’t like I was askin’ you to die for me!”

“Well, it was pretty darn close to it!”

He takes his hat back from you, adjusting it atop his lush head of hair. 

“How exactly am I bein’ such an ass anyway? What? Am I hittin’ you like you don’t like it?”

Without anything to shield your face, you’re forced to look away from him, your face becoming visibly hotter. 

“C’mon,” He coos, “‘fess up. How am I bein’ an ass?”

He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing you to look at him. You’d say he’s trying to be genuine, but with the tightness of his grip and the tone of his voice, you know he’s just trying to get under your skin. 

“You’re taking so long to fuck me,” You mutter out, your words slightly muffled with your cheeks being squeezed together, “I’m all bruised up already, s-so stop teasing me...”

You try once more to struggle free beneath him, but it’s useless. The smile on his lips only stretches wider. 

“From wantin’ to stall with two showers to beggin’ me t’fuck ya. I have the cutest fudgin’ girlfriend in the whole cosmos. Say that again, baby?”

You groan, sucking your teeth and quickly looking back at him with an angry expression.

“Boothill…” You groan again.

“Please?”

…

How could you say no to that face?

With a flustered expression, you sigh out, “P-Please. Please fuck me, Boothill…”

“Alright, alright,” (she an angel, like a food cake. Got a halo and I’m lookin’ like a double take, stream with me, i can be your E BOY we can mine diamonds ayy i know i’m a bad boy!) he chuckles, letting go of your now red wrists in order to take off his pants, “Anything for my one an’ only.”

He slowly pulls off his thick belt. Teasingly slow. 

You swallow in anticipation, carefully watching his skillful hands undo each buckle and loop. Once he removes his belt, he tosses it onto the floor beneath him. He then steadily unzips his fly, dropping his pants down to reveal his hefty, metallic cock. You’re astonished at yourself for being able to take such a thing every time you lay your eyes on it. 

Stuck in a trance, you zone out until you feel his cold, silver cock press against your sopping pussy. 

You snap back to where you currently are with a shudder, your cheeks hot and your mouth slightly agape to yell at him. But before you can, “I know, I’m bein’ careful.”

He beats you to it. 

He presses his thumb against your clit, running tight circles against it as he slides his dick up and down your entrance. 

You hear soft mechanical clicks before a pleasant warmth emits from his dick. You let out a sigh, trying to bite back the smile on your lips. His cock produces a thick, lubricant-like fluid, to mix with your juices.

“Y’ready?” His eyes dart up to yours, flashing you a toothy smile. 

“M-mmhm.”

He looks back down at your entrance and slowly but surely begins to make his way inside you while continuing the circles on your clit. 

You gasp, your breath hitching with each inch that enters you. 

“B-Boothill… Mmn…”

You quickly bring your hands up to your mouth in an attempt to conceal your moans, the tears that were pricking at your eyes earlier welling up again. 

“Hey. Don’t hide your moans from me. It’s nothing I ain’t.. Nn… n-nothin’ I ain’t heard a million times before…” 

Being inside you felt just as good for you as it did for him. So how could he possibly restrain himself from moaning?

You shake your head, keeping your hands tightly attached to your mouth. It’s only when you two are connected to the base of his cock that he decides he’s had enough and forcefully removes your hands from your mouth with both of his hands. 

“Hh… hah… Darn, you’re pretty,” he sighs out, a soft rose color dusting his cheeks as he wiggles his hips in an attempt to get deeper inside you. 

He keeps your hands pinned on either side of your head, bending down to kiss your cheek before moving down to your poor breasts and placing gentle kisses across them. 

You let out hushed whimpers, every movement he does makes your eyes twitch and your fingers and toes curl. 

He pulls back, releasing some of the pressure on your wrists as he does. Then, without warning, he slams his robotic length deep inside you. You inhale sharply before letting out a lewd, loud yelp.

Aeons, you feel bad for your neighbors. 

“Boothill~!!” You cry.

Your legs kick up, weakly wrapping around his waist with his first thrust. Of course, after taking a long look at your lewd expression, his eyes wander down to your cushy, pierced breasts and he pulls back his hips to slam back into you, all to watch the way your breasts bounce and jiggle beneath him. 

“S-Sweet Lan…” He huffs out, “Y’just so good to me…”

He continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming harder and faster as your moans become louder and more shameless.  He doesn’t give a damn about who hears either of you, as long as they know you’re his. 

As the knot begins to build within you, the hold on your wrists becomes tighter. A mix of pain and pleasure swirling within you. 

“M-Mm.. G-Gonna.. c-cum…” you moan out, your heartbeat thumping harder against your ribs. 

“Y-Yeah? Pretty little thing gonna.. mng..hh… c-cum on this?”

You quickly nod your head, your moans becoming whinier and louder as his tip repeatedly kisses your cervix. 

You clench around him, your back arching as you come undone on his slick length with a long whimper. 

“That’s it baby,” he huffs out, his voice wavering, “S-So good…”

As you pulsate around your boyfriend, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the grip on your wrists becoming unbearably tight before he lets go of them to sink his metal fingers (doom) into your hips. Needing to hold onto something, you return the gesture by hooking your arms tightly around his neck and hair, keeping him close to you. 

“S-Soo fudgin’ good…” he moans out against you, his dick twitching and hips sputtering against you to release a thick white load of artificial semen deep inside your walls. 

After you ride your orgasm out with one another, the two of you sit, stuck in position for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Once Boothill’s completely relaxed, he lets the weight of his metal body sink into you, causing you to yelp out in pain. Not only is he heavy, but your breasts are still sore!!

He lets out a breathless laugh, apologizing before pushing himself up off of you. 

“S-So…” You huff out, “Was the wait worth it?”

“Pfft, y’say that like we’re done,” He huffs, lifting you up while still connected.

With your legs shaking, there’s not much room for resistance. 

Your boyfriend sits on the edge of the bed, where you once were, before leaning back against the sheets and looking up at you. 

He takes off his hat, placing it on top of your head as you sit atop him. 

Your hands glide over the x scarred into his metal abdomen, your eyes meet his. 

“Y-You can’t be serious…” You laugh out, legs still jelly from, quite literally, less than a few seconds ago.

“Dead serious, sweetheart.”

With that, he moves his arms up behind his head, thrusting his hips up into you. You’re too weak to even sit on him properly, tumbling forward with a whine at his first thrust. 

Your ranger boyfriend laughs, adjusting his hat on you before you sit back up straight. 

“C’mon cowgirl. Y’made me wait this long to let me taste these beauties. Like I said, this’s punishment,” His eyes wander down to your chest after mentioning your breasts. 

“You’re the ranger! N-Not me!” You huff out. 

“Yeah? Well, today the roles up’n switched.

“Besides,” he continues, “bein’ a ranger don’t mean you get t’escape punishment.”

“Babe, you’re a wanted criminal…”

“Yeah?”

“You run away from the IPC all the time…”

“Uhuh…”

“You always escape punishment!!”

“...”

He looks away from you, sucking on his teeth before thrusting up into you again. And once again, you tumble forward, your legs shaking and your voice wavering.

“T-This is cheating. You’re a cheater,” you hiss. 

“Yeah, yeah, get to it.”

Letting out a soft groan, you press your hands against his cold stomach to give yourself enough strength to lift your body. 

You can only whimper and shake as you lift yourself and sink back down painfully slow on his cock.

It takes you a few bounces, but eventually, you begin picking up speed and regaining strength in your legs to keep going.

“That’s it,” he puffs out, his hands moving from behind his head to cup your bouncing tits, “K-Keep goin’ sweetness…”

Hearing him sigh so blissfully beneath you gives you a power surge that instantaneously rushes to your head, “M-Mmhm…”

Though a power surge it may be, it is a very small one. You give no indication aside from your lustful gaze and slight smirk. Yet, of course, your boyfriend’s too infatuated with your breasts to notice. His fingers flick and pinch your pierced, bitten buds, causing your rhythmic bounces to occasionally jitter and slow down. 

“J-Jus’ can’t get enough, c-can you?” You moan out, biting down on your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your lewd noises. 

“N-Nah, can’t.” 

He gives your nipples a harder squeeze, forcing you to a full stop on his length.

“Am I distractin’ you?” He teases, meeting your eyes.

You want to speak up to him, but…

Well, no. You do speak up to him. If you’re gonna be on top of him, you may as well have control.

“Yeah… you are,” You say, your hands shaking, “This cowgirl wants you to… um… Keep your hands to yourself…”

You place your hands on top of his metal ones, bringing both down to his sides. 

“Oh?” He smiles, his eyes narrowing, “Alright Miss Cowgirl, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

You nod, your hands gliding up his torso, past his chest, and finally resting at his shoulders, “Darn tootin’...” You smile, and he lets out a laugh in response. 

You continue to bounce on his cock, a little shocked that your demands went over so smoothly. That is until-

“H-Hh..A-ah!!” You whine, your legs shaking. 

“What? I thought you’d need some help,” He teases, thrusting into you once again. 

You suck your teeth, pressing your hands harder into his shoulders in an attempt to hold him down, “You’re so…”

He thrusts into you before you’re able to finish your thought, and you fall forward into him. 

“You’re cute, baby,” He smiles, his hands finding their way onto your ass to knead it, “Lemme help ya.”

“But I thought you-”

“Can’t help myself.”

His fingers dig into your plump ass, spreading your cheeks apart before planting a harsh slap onto one of them. You arch your back in response, yelping out and sitting up straight. 

“I-I get if you wanna bruise up my boobs, fine, but what did my ass do?”

“Nothin’,” he chuckles, “Jus’ wanted ta do that.”

You sigh leaning forward back into him.

“Well,” you begin, “H-Help me out then…”

Oh and that’s all he needed to hear. Within seconds he was thrusting up into you like nothing. You’re sure your neighbors were so joyous to find out there was a part two to your debauchery. 

You moaned into his metal neck, soon pressing your nose and lips on his cheek to place hot kisses against his skin. 

You’d mutter his name over and over again so deliciously right next to his ear. It was driving him crazy. Your sweet moans were all the motivation he needed to keep fucking up into you. 

His cum seeped out of your sopping hole with each thrust, dripping onto the sheets beneath the two of you. But this was something to worry about afterward…

“Oohh Boothill~,” you’d sigh so sweetly against him, and the plapping noise of wet skin against his silver thighs would become louder and lewder as you’d coo. The sharp slaps of his cold metal against your skin would give you just the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. This was sure to leave your ass with hot, red marks after…

As you came close to your climax for a second time, you’d begin to bite his cheek, unable to think of another way to restrain the sweet noises slipping through your lips and tongue. And you knew Boothill absolutely adored when you’d mark him where everyone would see. 

“S-Sweetness… G-Gonna cum again…” He sighed out, his arms now wrapping snugly against your waist.

“M-Mhmm…!!” It’s the only thing you were capable of responding with. You were too fucked out to do anything other than make lewd noises or moan his name. 

You tightened around his length, your vision becoming blurry and your toes curling as the knot within you released once again. 

You had come undone on your boyfriend yet again. Your stringy juices gushing down onto his length and coating him in a thick cascade of your love. Similarly, he releases yet another thick load into you, making your eyes roll upward and your mouth hang open. 

You were breathless. 

Surely there was no way he wanted to go to a third time?

Surely…

Cuddling, the two of you once again bask in the afterglow of your climax.  You felt both numb and overly sensitive simultaneously. 

“T-Thank you…” You mumble out against his face, refusing to sit up to look at him.

Huffing and puffing, your boyfriend snickers,  hugging you tighter against him, “Why you thankin’ me for? Was it really that good?”

“W-Well, leading up to this you’ve been…”

“Shh.”

You giggle, running your hands through his multicolored hair. 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. 

Thank the Aeons he doesn’t wanna go for a third-

“Again.”

“A-Ah!?”

Boothill lets out a cheerful chuckle, releasing some of the pressure from his hug, “‘M jus’ playin’ with ya. I know you’re all sore.”

“Yeah. Unlike you,” you huff, referring to his metal body. 

He laughs again running his hand through your hair and closing his eyes. 

“Yeah. I could go again. Unlike you.”

You let out a disappointing groan, wiggling your hips on him.

Once again, silence fills the air. 

“Need a shower…” you mumble out, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. 

“Yeah.”

“You did save me an extra shower.”

“Mhm.”

Silence…

“Need new sheets,” you continue.

“Yeah.”

“Wonder if room service is available at this time…”

“Mm-Mm.”

Silence……..

“Y’think our neighbors heard us?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re gonna get complaints…”

“Mhm.”

Silence………………

“I love you,” you mumble.

“Love ya too, sweet thing.”

[the-great-rat-attorney]

y'all keep putting great stuff in the tags so pray forgive the discourtesy of making a batch reply to things you clearly didn't intend me to reply to ❤️

@lnstallationwizard he is proving himself to be wifey material one trial at a time, despite himself, and in my heart i know it will pay off one day. ALSO THANK U FRIEND i am trying to spread my specific strain of brainworms

@aexvii exactlyyy. he's using his sassy attitude and condescending snark as a cover... as much for himself as for anyone else. atp (1-5) it's like he's said to himself "okay, i like him, so i've got to get even more racist. then the problem will go away." and it's not even working 🥰 but it's hard (for us mere mortals) to tell that that's what's going on in his strange little head till 2-4 when he basically admits it

@cogneartive the push and pull, yes! he's caught between two emotional responses... he's always going to act with integrity as a lawyer though, and since ryuu is like that too, it starts to look like the hate is lip service and the cooperation is what he really wants. and yeah um... with all due respect to the other prosecuties barok is handily the best at his job. whether his rigorous ethics and clear-headed pursuit of justice would have been rewarded so amply by the powers that be if he was NOT easily manipulated for stronghart's gain, i do not know, but he deserves his fame. without the stigma

there are points where barok seems to be knowingly coaching ryuu along. if you get too caught up in his general demeanour of grouchiness, it looks like he's just knocking down ryuu's arguments, but he's actually teaching ryuu a bunch of stuff ryuu would've learned if he was a real lawyer (lol). example:

ok, so he's just demanding the rules of the court be followed, because graydon being at the scene would complicate barok's case. but ten minutes later...

ryuu has fulfilled the task barok set him to (or a closely adjacent one) and now barok is taking the initiative to request the appropriate testimony. barok isn't even vaguely surprised. his attitude is almost like "good job. here's your next task." and there's very little hostility in any of this (by barok standards). he has a pretty clear idea of where this is going; he doesn't care if it ultimately means he loses; he wants to maneuver ryuu into performing his role as the defence correctly.

and i think it's really sweet how barok is lowkey taking care of ryuu('s career development) despite his surface efforts to hate ryuu :3

[outkclassed]

btw i do not respond to "i want to commission you. dm me" type replies. because you look suspicious and/or entitled when you ask artists to dm you

[beargregor]

Chef greg delivery just for you. it's a wonder I hadn't bearified him yet, he's my fave greg too 🔪

gays literally only want one thing (to be chopped up and eaten by a depressed man) and it's fucking disgusting

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

- - -

“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[megumi-fm]

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[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. THIS IS A TEST POST !! This is not an actual inbox call, I just wanted to test and see how the graphic would look posted to tumblr ;; ;; Might use this when doing inbox calls and then a copy/paste text body.

With that being said-- how do people feel about a "permanent" inbox call post? Just for my own reassurance so I don't feel like I'm bothering people but don't wanna like... constantly make a new inbox call post. Basically just a list of people commenting below a post, one that maybe specifies whether people prefer random IC interactions or want asks leaning more to IC questions/ooc headcanons stuff?

I know it's silly because if we're mutuals, we shouldn't be afraid to reach out to each other, BUT !! I also know some people do not like random asks, so... it would just be for the sake of... "You have permission to send random things whenever you feel like it" but of course it's not like I'm expecting you to answer things immediately after I send them either.

But yeah, just a thought! If it seems too silly I'll just keep making individual posts each time ♡ c':

[byanyan]

been a little out of it today... kinda just vibing and being happy if i accomplish anything at all lmao

[klllerwaifu]

I’m sitting here at… 11:30am remembering the “Jenga and Jealousy” fic and like…

My internal monologue is: yay part 2 is coming

But it’s also like: fuck there is a part 2 coming

MOSTLY CAUSE I’m gonna get obliterated as a Hongjoong bias with Wooyoung bias wrecker. 🫠

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’ve been one of sukuna’s many concubines for quite a while now. yet, you still cannot get rid of the jealousy in your system whenever he interacts with the other women in his harem.

wc. idk around 1 to 2k

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (hurt to comfort), fluff, suggestive at the end. heian era. you call sukuna ‘my lord’. reader gets called ‘brat, little girl’. size difference. no part2, don’t ask i beg. not beta read.

“get back here, brat,” sukuna raises his voice as he follows you. he isn’t one to care about others’ emotional outbursts, yet here he is, chasing you after you’ve poured out your heart to him.

you don’t know why you’re this upset. you do know, however, that it’s childish of you to walk away mid dinner. you should’ve just stayed seated and refuse to let the thoughts consume you.

now you’re speed walking down the hallways of the estate—your legs carrying you as fast as they can without actually making a run for it. your mind keeps replaying the ‘unsettling’ scene that caused you to flee.

you remember it vividly. the sound of sukuna’s low, amused chuckle. how intrigued it was because of something another concubine told him—how he stopped chewing to say something back to her. which he rarely does.

hell, you’ve never seen him laugh around his other concubines.

“i do not wish to talk to you right now, my lord,” you reply, voice raised so the distance wouldn’t make it a hassle for the king of curses to hear you. you know that feisty attitude of yours entertains sukuna to no end.

he raises an eyebrow once he’s heard your voice; how it’s dripping with envy and hurt. you’ve never reacted like that before—at least not in his presence. it made him want to figure out why and how.

though, he can easily guess the reasoning behind your sudden defiance.

“oh, that so?” sukuna hums. he’s lenient with you this time around. he could catch up to you in under a split second, but he decides to give you that sense of accomplishment first before completely destroying it. he walks after you slowly, your fast steps being the same tempo as his slow pace.

you don’t answer. you’re stubborn. you have no right to feel jealous. you are a fairly new concubine—only a couple months ago did you join sukuna’s harem. yet, the time spent with him was precious.

he treats you differently. everyone notices that. everyone tells you the same. you know he does by the way he lets you off the hook with most stuff you say and do.

you don’t know what you did to gain his favouritsm, but it’s addicting. his attention is addictive. real addictive.

you had sworn not to develop any unneccessary feelings for that ruthless sorcerer. but, with the way sukuna treated you so gently behind closed doors, it was impossible not to.

you eventually reach the doors to your chambers. you slide them open and wish to close them behind you, only for a big hand to halt those movements. you freeze in place and refuse to look up at the owner of that said hand.

“look up,” sukuna demands. his voice causes goosebumps to appear on your arms, but you still don't budge. he clicks his tongue. that’s your first warning. two more and your punishment will be carried out, “we can do this the hard way too if you want.”

you turn your head, your fingers curling around the material of your kimono. you really should not feel this way about a little interaction between sukuna and his other concubine. that is none of your concern. what he does with those other women is none of your concern.

and yet. . .

“i don't want to,” you retort. sukuna walks into your room with a sigh. each step he takes forwards, you take backwards. your back finally bumps against the wall next to your bed.

sukuna towers over you, his tall and big frame making you feel vulnerable. especially with the way those red eyes of his are staring down at you. he crosses all four of his arms before speaking.

“tell me what’s running through that head of yours,” sukuna inquires sternly. he isn’t playing around anymore, you can tell. you glance the other way—knowing that he will laugh at you the moment you tell him why you’re upset.

you have a feeling he knows the reason behind your tantrum anyway.

“it’s nothing of importance, my lord,” you shake your head and relax your tense shoulders to make you seem less upset. your words have some truth in them—you don’t think your feelings of envy hold any value to him.

sukuna sighs again. he’s trying his best not to be annoyed at you. you’re his favorite and he wishes not to sadden you any further. he steps forwards, one hand moving to cup the side of your face.

his rough fingers play with a string of your hair, “i’m not stupid, little girl. i don’t like it when my woman is in distress.”

your heart skips a beat. this is what confuses you—how he can go from stern to gentle and vice versa. it’s surprisingly unexpected, which makes you long for more. even if his behaviour is confusing.

you look up at sukuna. your eyes meet for the first time in a good couple minutes. the corner of sukuna’s lips curls up into a satisfied smirk. that’s one step closer to getting you to open up.

“now,” the king of curses lowers his head to your eye level, the proximity all the more nerve wracking. he holds your jaw super tightly out of the blue. it makes you whimper.

“spit it out.”

there it is. the duality of the man strikes once more. you swallow the spit that’s been building up in your mouth. you bite your bottom lip lightly, trying to gather and form the right words to explain yourself.

sukuna wouldn’t understand. he’s a cold-hearted man who doesn’t care about such ‘trivial’ matters. he’ll just call you stupid, pathetic or whatever other derogatory term.

you stop your thoughts for a moment.

“it’s really just a stupid thing,” you mutter. your fingers curl around sukuna’s wrist—the one hand he’s using to firmly hold your jaw. you take a deep breath in, “i did not like it when you, errr. . . when that woman talked to you at the dinner table.”

your voice is clearly dripping with jealousy. pure, pure jealousy. and for what? because he talked to his other concubine. you feel stupid. you thought you discarded your personal feelings for the sorcerer before you the moment you turned into one of his many women.

“that woman?” sukuna tilts his head, feigning ignorance. that little grin on his face tells you enough. he’s playing with you like some form of entertainment. well, technically you are.

he wants you to be specific. he’s forcing you to be by acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

in all honesty, sukuna’s already forgotten what that woman had said to him. it wasn’t and still isn’t worth remembering. all he can recall is your adorable facial expression when you saw him interact like that with his other concubine.

that little frown on your face was priceless. it makes him want to keep teasing you.

“you know who i am talking about, my lord,” you huff, trying to look away, but get stopped by sukuna readjusting his grip on your jaw. he firmly yet gently taps your cheek once and you know what it means.

“attitude,” sukuna warns with a quick hiss. he can let you say whatever you want to him, but you also have some limits regarding which tone you use with him. you apologise quietly under your breath.

the king of curses nods in satisfaction before releasing the grip on your jaw. his large hand trails down to your neck, thumb rubbing up and down your throat, “so, my little girl is mad at me because i talked to another concubine of mine, huh?”

you nod mindlessly. sukuna can easily get you to comply with him—to obey his every word, simply with his actions. the terms of endearment he uses are the cherry on top. they slip off his tongue so easily with you.

“tsk tsk,” sukuna shakes his head. his hand is now on the back of your head, fingers tangled into your hair. he’s staring down at you with a smug expression. he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, “how childish of you.”

you knew that would be one of the things he’d say to you. what you didn’t expect is for him to go for a kiss right after. his lips land on yours firmly, and to no surprise, you instantly return the gesture.

your arms wrap around his neck—your chest pressing against his. sukuna wastes no time in picking you up and letting your legs encircle his waist. he’s not pulling away for air to breathe and you don’t either.

“you’re going to listen to me, yeah?” sukuna murmurs between passionate kisses. he’s holding onto you tightly with two arms, his free hands roaming over your body whilst he pins you against the wall.

when you whimper out a weak, high-pitched ‘yes, my lord’, he smirks against your mouth before turning to kiss your neck. he slightly bites the skin to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

“i don’t remember what that woman said,” sukuna continues, nearly out of breath because of the kisses he’s leaving all over you. he easily grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head on the wall, “i was too busy lookin’ at a much prettier concubine of mine.”

he pulls back a little so he can look you in the eyes. you’re panting and embarrassed by what he just said. one of his hands finds your face again, tracing the shape of your mouth.

“my favourite,” sukuna whispers whilst licking his lips. you can see it in his eyes: he’s silently planning out how he’s going to remind you of your place. your place as his favorite concubine.

he dips his head back down, aiming for the valley between your breasts. he closes his eyes before sucking on the surrounding flesh;

“guess i’ll be nice for once ‘nd show you just what it means to be my favorite so that you’ll never dare forget it again.”

[lvl1l1]

Telling LaDS men their card declined

pairings: Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel, Caleb, Xavier x F!Reader(separate)

content: fluff, crack

a/n: wrote this in honor of my card declining at fuckass target today i will never live that down

Sylus

You left this morning, telling Sylus you had to do some shopping.

He sent you off with his black card as usual, you kissed him goodbye at the door, plotting already.

You spent some time idling through town, not actually planning on buying anything.

Once you thought enough time had passed, you checked to make sure Sylus was still home and made your way back.

Mentally preparing yourself for your little act, you stepped through the door, wearing a slight pout.

Sylus, who had previously been sitting on the couch, reading, got up as soon as he saw you.

Seeing you empty-handed, he raised an eyebrow,

“Didn’t find anything you liked, sweetie?”

You sighed and looked him dead in the eye,

“Your card declined and I didn’t bring mine, so i couldn’t buy anything.”

A beat of silence passed, before he burst out laughing, straight in your face.

“I’m serious! I wouldn’t have come back empty-handed if it hadn’t.”

His shoulders were shaking from laughing so hard, seeing the serious look on your face, he finally calmed down a little.

“Are you implying I’m broke, kitten?”

He looked at you, amused, not believing a word you were saying.

“Well, matter of fact is, the card didn’t work.”

You copied his stance, crossing your arms over your chest, trying not to slip up.

His smirk just became more menacing,

“I assure you, there is nothing on this earth you could buy that costs more money than there is on that card. Is this your way of asking me to tag along?”

Your shoulders slumped, giving up,

“Couldn’t you have played along just a little?”

He chuckled at the disappointment on your face,

“Sweetie, I don’t mind you having your fun but let’s keep these scenarios in the realm of possibilities. Make it more believable next time.”

You rolled your eyes, walking past him,

“As an apology for your boring reaction, you can actually come along shopping with me later.”

He followed after you, a hum leaving him, amusement still clear on his face.

Zayne

Zayne had finally come home after a long day at the hospital.

After dinner, you were waiting for the perfect moment to bring it up, you two were doing your nightly routine and once you two had settled into bed, you decided it was time.

“I actually wanted to buy some stuff with your card today but it declined.”

The immediate concern on his face almost made you feel bad for messing with him like this,

“Really? That doesn’t make sense, there should be more than enough money on that card. Why didn’t you call me when it happened?”

You cooed on the inside,

“I didn’t want to bother you at work. It was a little embarrassing, in front of all those people, I mean, but it’s not a big deal.”

He shook his head, reaching out to pat your head,

“I’m sorry, dear.”

Before you could say anything else, he went to get up,

“Let me call the bank, that shouldn’t have happened.”

You quickly grabbed his arm, a smile finally breaking out on your face,

“Because it didn’t. I was just playing.”

He stilled for a moment before sighing,

“Alright. I’m glad, then.”

He settled back in by your side, you tilted your head to the side. Sensing your confusion, he replied,

“I would’ve felt really bad if that actually happened, I’d never want you to feel embarrassed in front of other people.”

You threw yourself into his arms, feeling guilty seeing how much he cared,

“You’re too sweet, now I feel bad.”

He went back to caressing your head, a smile tugging on his lips,

“This is pretty tame in comparison to some of the things you’ve pulled before.“

You pursed your lips, squinting your eyes at him,

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Rafayel

Rafayel loved spending time with you, he didn’t care what you two would do, as long it was together.

He’d be alright watching paint dry with you, he considered anything fun as long as you were there.

So, naturally, he was more than happy to come along on your errand and shopping runs.

You told him you wanted to go buy some clothes, telling him he could wait in the car while you just grabbed some things quickly.

He suggested coming inside with you but you insisted he wait and that you wouldn’t be long.

He reluctantly agreed, giving you his card and telling you to take as much time as you needed.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, getting out the car.

Your boyfriend was so sweet, you thought to yourself, while proceeding with your scheme.

Rafayel was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, waiting in the parked car, when he saw you walk back without holding anything.

He was about to ask as you opened the door, when you thrust your arm forward and held his card out to him,

“Your card declined.”

He physically recoiled at that, looking at you, flabbergasted,

“What do you mean it declined?”

You settled into the passenger seat, biting back a smile,

“I mean, it didn’t work. Whole line of people behind me and I had to put everything back.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, mentally applauding yourself for your great performance.

His dumbfounded expression was about to make you giggle,

“That’s crazy, do you know how much money is on that card? Nevermind, I have three more. I’ll come with you.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt, reaching to open his car door, as you scrambled,

“No, no, it’s okay!”

He shook his head,

“No, it isn’t. Their card reader must be broken. I’ll deal with this.”

Before he could get out of the car, you threw your arms around his neck, leaning into him,

“That’s very sweet of you but your card didn’t actually decline.”

His mouth fell open as he looked at you in disbelief,

“You’re so annoying.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and he mirrored your action.

“I’m gonna eat all your snacks for that.”

A gasp left you at that,

“That’s what you get for making me think I embarrassed my girlfriend.”

“Aww, I could never feel embarrassed because of you! I’d still love you, even if you were broke, y’know.”

He shot you a nasty look,

“Do you want those clothes now or not?!”

Caleb

Caleb gave you his card alongside the key to his place, his car, his aircraft, he truly wanted everything that was his, to be yours as well.

He had to leave early this morning, business with the fleet as usual.

You had told him the night prior that you were planning on doing some shopping, he was sad that he couldn’t come along.

There was nothing Caleb yearned for more, than a domestic life with you, to him that also meant joining you on whatever outings you had planned.

(Un)luckily for him, he wouldn’t be missing much, since you had been scheming ever since you had seen him off with a kiss early this morning.

You did go out but not with the intention of buying anything. Well, not yet at least. Didn’t want him to see the charges on his credit card just yet.

You were wandering around until you were certain Caleb was on his break.

Opening his contact on your phone, you cleared your throat, putting on a bleak tone, raising the phone to your ear.

The phone rang twice before you could hear his voice coming through the receiver,

“You okay, pips?”

You didn’t try to fight off the smile that came onto your face, considering he couldn’t see you anyway, you just made sure your voice was steady and sad,

“Caleb, your card just declined.”

There was silence on the other line, before he spoke again,

“The one I gave you? There shouldn’t be a limit on that card.”

You hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say,

“Maybe the stuff was too expensive…”

You heard a chuckle, then Caleb responded,

“Hm, I doubt that. Still, I’ll transfer some money onto your own card. Give me a sec.”

And before you knew it, your phone pinged with a notification,

+1,000€

An involuntary gasp left you as you read the number,

“Caleb, that’s way too much-“

“Consider it my apology, for letting that happen, I mean.”

You felt guilt settle in, trying to come up with a way to tell Caleb, that you didn’t actually need the money,

“Caleb, I feel kinda stupid now, uhm, your card didn’t actually-“

“Decline? Yeah, I know.”

You froze, before scowling, not like he could see that.

“Then why-“

This time, a heartfelt laugh escaped him,

“What, it’s not like you don’t have that kind of money on the other card.”

“But that’s your account! I’ll send the money back, Caleb. Just, how did you know?”

He hummed, clearly thinking this was hilarious,

“I’m telling you to keep it, don’t make me say it again, honey. It was pretty obvious, by the way. I always make sure to keep that card charged, y’know, to prevent that from ever actually happening.”

Your heart swelled at that, he was always so thoughtful.

“Ah, seems like my break is being cut short. I’ll see you tonight, get everything you want, pipsqueak.”

You kicked a pebble in front of you, feeling shy now,

“All right. Love you.”

“I love you too”

Xavier

It was your and Xavier’s off day and you needed some new gear for work, the perfect opportunity to mess with him.

He was holding onto your purse as you were going through the racks, picking out everything you needed.

He patiently strolled behind you, carrying anything you handed to him, no questions asked.

Once you decided you had everything, you turned to him,

“I’ll go pay for my stuff. You go take a look around the men’s section, you need new shoes, Xav.”

Xavier nodded, taking out his wallet and giving it to you,

“You sure you don’t want me to wait in line with you?”

You pecked him on the lips, grabbing everything he had been holding,

“It’s fine. I’ll come find you once I paid, okay?”

He nodded, watching as you strolled past him, before he turned and did as you had said, walking out of sight to the men’s section.

Instead of heading to the register as you had told him, you lounged around some other shelves. After you thought enough time had passed, you went into the men’s section, looking for him.

Finding him, you put on a sulking face, walking up to him with his wallet in your hand,

“Xavier, your card declined when I went to pay…”

His eyes widened, resembling a confused bunny,

“It declined? How could that have happened… I’ll contact the bank, maybe someone got the credit card information but even then-“

Once he pulled out his phone, you quickly swiped it from him,

“That won’t be necessary.”

His brows furrowed slightly, unsure of what you meant. You couldn’t stay serious when he looked at you like that, finally breaking character.

“It won’t be necessary because your card didn’t actually decline, whoopsie.”

The cartoonish “huh” that escaped him made you laugh,

“I was just joking. Hilarious, amirite.”

You looked at him bashfully, fluttering your eyelashes.

He exhaled a quiet laugh,

“Right. I should’ve known.”

He took the things you were holding again, leaving his wallet in your hand.

“As your punishment, you can pick out a new pair of shoes for me, then.”

“Oh, gladly!”

He stepped aside, watching you get to work.

Xavier wasn’t too worried when you had come up to him, to begin with.

With how long he’s been saving, he probably still had funds from the gold rush

[charmedimsure]

WE'RE OKAY || kang dae-ho

pairing: Kang Dae-ho x f!reader summary: Things go wrong during the third game word count: 2.1k warnings: mingle game, character death, blood, squid game stuff A/N: this man is the only thing in my head rn. posted this before when tags weren't updating so reposting now. also this is only sorta proofread so if you see any mistakes no you didn't <3 **this is sorta a p2 to "a welcome distraction" but can be read as standalone**

We will go hand in hand

And have fun jumping around

Round and round

The platform stops turning suddenly, and you grab onto Dae-ho to stop yourself from falling over.

"Eleven"

You and Dae-ho lock eyes for a split second before you both start looking around for more players. Together you were six, meaning you needed four more.

Gi-hun turns to a player behind him. "How many are you?"

"Four," the woman replies.

"That makes us ten!" Jung-bae whimpers.

A man from another group comes running over. "Are you five? We need five!"

Before any of you can answer, another player yells back. "We have five people! Come with us!"

The two groups go running off towards a door.

"We have to hurry!" Gi-hun says.

"There's no time, Gi-hun!" Young-il tells him.

"We need one more!" the tall woman yells. She spots someone by herself near the center of the platform and grabs her. "We have eleven now!"

"To the green door over there! Hurry!" Young-il yells, already running off in the direction of the door.

Before you know what's happening, Dae-ho grabs you and pulls you along after him. You rush after him into the room, pushing yourself against the wall to make room for everyone else to get inside. You look up at the man next to you before turning your head towards the beeping sound coming from the back of the room. The clock runs out, and the lock clicks on the door.

You breathe out a sigh of relief that you made it in time, but jump and yelp when you hear the screams coming from outside the door, along with the gunshots. Looking towards the door, you watch Gi-hun's reactions as he watches the people outside. The sounds of gunshots are soon replaced with the sounds of the forklifts coming in with the coffins.

Your heart begins to race. If Dae-ho had not taken you back to his friends and added you to his team, you surely would be one of those bodies out there. You look up at Dae-ho to see him already looking down at you. He saved your life.

Dae-ho looks you over to make sure you're okay before you both look around at the others in the room with you. You smile a bit when you see the nice lady and her son with you, as well as players 120 and 095. You had watched them during the six-legged race and watching them cross the finish line had filled you with hope that you could do it too.

"You're alive thanks to me!" a voice yells from inside your room, making you and everyone else jump. You turn and see the creepy lady standing in the middle of the green room, looking you all over one by one. She speaks to Gi-hun, making everyone look at each other with a mix of fear and confusion. This lady doesn't seem to understand that it is not the time for this.

The eliminated players are announced and you are let out of the rooms. The floors are already covered in blood. Red is splattered all over the walls as a morbid reminder of what will happen to you if you lose.

Everyone steps onto the platform and it starts moving again as the music starts up. Looking around, you see that weird purple-haired guy and his friend dancing together. You don't know whether to smile that people can find happiness even in a moment like this, or to be horrified that they can dance in the blood of all those people.

The platform stops again and you are shot back into the game.

"Four"

Your team looks around at each other. Just as you're about to volunteer to find others, Young-il and Jung-bae separate, shouting about needing two more people.

The rest of you run towards an open room with a purple door, taking deep breaths. Gi-hun keeps the door open and looks outside to make sure that the others found another room in time. Right before time runs out, Dae-ho pulls Gi-hun into the room and closes the door, hearing the lock turn immediately after.

The room is tense with none of you knowing whether your friends made it in time. You look at Dae-ho, seeing the worry on his face, and gently take his hand. He looks towards you and squeezes your hand, not letting go even when the doors unlock and you are let out.

Dae-ho starts yelling for Young-il and Jung-bae before a voice calling Gi-hun's name grabs your attention. You look over with relief to see that both of them are alive.

Young-il turns to Jun-hee, asking her if she is alright.

"Wait a minute," Young-il says, "if the next number is seven, we won't need anyone else, will we?"

You all smile as you understand what he's saying, and Jun-hee holds her swelling stomach, a warm smile on her face.

The number for the next round is three, making it easy for your team to split up into two groups and get into rooms with time to spare. You nearly cry as the mother and son are reunited after the round ends, and Dae-ho pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

Your team grows after that, quietly adding the old lady and her son and players 120 and 095.

The platform starts to spin again as the next round starts.

"I hate this fucking song," you mumble under your breath.

The platform stops as the voice announces the next group size.

"Seven"

"Two men and five women! Go!" Gi-hun yells to the team.

"Which two men?" Jung-bae asks.

"I'm going with my mom!" Yong-sik says, holding onto his mother tightly.

Dae-ho holds up your joined hands. "I'm coming." You're dragged in the direction of the group as you run along. Dae-ho opens an orange door, but stops seeing that it's full.

The old man from before pushes Dae-ho out of the doorway before shutting the door. You keep Dae-ho from falling and instead pull him in the direction of an open room that player 120 found. As you run, you can hear the voice counting down. You make it with just a few seconds to spare.

You sigh in relief, but freeze once you turn around. Instead of two men and five women, the room contains two men and four women. Player 120 is standing near the door, ready to run outside when a man pushes her into the room and closes the door just in time for them to lock.

The crying eyes of player 095 look through the slot in the door.

"Young-mi!" Player 120 screams, running towards the door and desperately trying to open it.

The girl outside continues crying until a gunshot is heard and she slides down the door.

Player 120 screams as the woman cries with her son over their lost friend. Dae-ho pulls you close to him as player 120 starts screaming at the man who came in. As sad as his is to see the girl die, he's relieved that it wasn't you out there looking at him through the slot.

The doors unlock and you walk out silently. The others smile when they find you, but immediately notice the missing girl and frown. Without a word, you all step up onto the platform once more as the voice announces that this will be the last round and the music starts up again.

"What do you think it'll be this time?" Jung-bae asks Gi-hun.

"Two," Young-il answers, getting our attention.

"Why?"

"There are 126 people left, and there are 50 rooms. So there won't be enough rooms for everyone, only 100."

You and Dae-ho look at each other. He tightens his grip on your hand, silently telling you that he will bring be with you. You nod at him and get ready to run.

"Two"

Everyone immediately starts running towards the doors in a mad sprint. You stay with Dae-ho, keeping your hands together so you don't get separated.

Dae-ho opens a red door, but you're pushed aside before you can get in with him. You look up as another man pushes inside the room and closes him and Dae-ho in.

Fear like you've never known before takes over your body. You're about to die. Dae-ho can be heard inside the room, screaming your name and trying to open the door, but the man keeps him from getting out. The voice starts to count down from ten. As you accept you're fate, a pair of hands grab you and drag you into a yellow room, throwing you in before throwing the lone person inside out and closing the door.

You gasp for air as you pull yourself off the floor, staying on your hands and knees as you try to get a grasp of what just happened. Someone had saved your life.

Turning to see who your savior is, your eyes grow wide when you read the '246' on his chest.

He kneels beside you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?"

You nod frantically. "Thanks to you."

The gunshots begin outside and you throw your arms around the man in front of you. You'd be one of them if it weren't for him.

"Thank you," you cry into his shoulder as he hugs you back.

"There was enough time. I watched you get pushed and I just had to do something," he says.

You want to say thank him a million times, but words won't come out as you just stay in each others arms.

Two rooms over, Dae-ho's knuckles are stained red with blood as he punches the door over and over. There's no way that you made it in time, he knows that. He turns and screams at the other player in his room for pushing you, attempting to hit him before his cries take over and he falls into the corner of the room, sobbing into his sleeve.

The doors are eventually unlocked and everyone makes their way out. Dae-ho walks out slowly, looking at the floor and feeling empty. He couldn't save you.

The others run over to him, but they all frown and let out a few gasps when they see that the other person coming out of his room isn't you.

Dae-ho finally looks up at his team, though they all look blurry from the tears in his eyes. He must look like a wreck, but he can't even bring himself to care about that.

Jung-bae walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder, and Dae-ho breaks down again, sobbing into the shoulder of his fellow ex-marine. The area around them is silent except for Dae-ho's cries. That is until door opens behind them and a small gasp is heard in front of him. Dae-ho looks up at the woman holding her son and sees her looking past him.

"Dae-ho."

Dae-ho freezes when he hears the voice. He slowly turns around, not wanting to get his hopes up and believe that it's you. But there you, alive and standing in front of him. You look at each other for a few seconds before Dae-ho rushes towards you, throwing his arms around you as you do the same.

The man breaks down again as he hugs you. "I thought you were dead. I'm so sorry."

You rub his back as he cries, quietly telling him that it's okay.

He pulls back and cups your face with his hands, making sure to look you over. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, Dae-ho, it wasn't your fault," you reassure him. "And I'm okay. Everything is alright."

He nods, though tears continue to fall down his cheeks. "How did you find a room?"

You smile and look behind you at the man walking towards your group. "This man here picked me up off the floor and saved me at the last moment."

Player 246 just smiles. Dae-ho pulls you back into a hug as he thanks the man over and over for saving your life.

The other players start filtering out of the room. You break away from Dae-ho and pull him along with you towards the door.

As you're walking, he throws an arm around you and pulls you against him, placing a desperate kiss on your forehead that makes you blush. "I can't believe you're alive," he whispers against your skin.

You smile at him and take his hand, squeezing it. "You said it yourself, we're going to get out of here. Together."

Dae-ho keeps you close to him as you walk, the others from your team patting you on the shoulder as they tell you they're happy you made it. Dae-ho keeps his eyes on you the whole time, determined to get the both of you out of here. Today.

~

Dae-ho tags: @gudfornuthin

[woniedarlin]

can you, perhaps, do an idol! jungwon x reader fanfic? the setting would be reader accidentally texting jungwon and the reader is an engene as well, actually, but then reader and won keep talking but he doesn't reveal he is an idol until later!! reader could be in the industry as like a staff or smth!

Sent, Delivered, Loved

pairing: idol! Jungwon x staff! reader

synopsis: As a hardworking staff member at HYBE, the last thing you expected was to accidentally text the wrong number in the middle of a busy day. But instead of a confused reply, the person on the other end kept the conversation going. He was funny, easy to talk to, and somehow, you found yourself looking forward to his messages. You didn’t know his name, his face, or even his voice but you liked him. Which was ridiculous, right?

Oh, and the person you were texting? Yeah. It was Jungwon. THE Jungwon from enhypen.

author's note: Thank you for the amazing request, Anonie! I must say, it took me a whole month to finish this, but it was definitely worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading, everyone! 💖

warning: This is just for the plot and should never be taken seriously. Do NOT text random strangers 😭 and don’t ever fall for someone just through texting. Mentions of cursing and also slight angst.

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy

You: bro wtf where r u???

You angrily jabbed at your screen. It was late, you were exhausted, and your friend, your so-called reliable colleague, was missing in action when you needed them most.

You: i swear to god if u left me to deal with this alone i’m blocking u forever.

A few seconds passed, and then-

Unknown Number: uh… hi??

You frowned. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

You: ???

You: don’t play dumb. u know what u did.

Unknown Number: i actually don’t. i think u have the wrong number??

Your eyes widened.

Oh.

OH.

You immediately scrolled up, checking the number you had just texted, only to realize that you had completely messed up one digit in your rush.

You: …omg wait. ur not Jiho?

Unknown Number: pretty sure i’m not.

You: oh my god kill me now. i’m so sorry.

Unknown Number: lmao it’s cool. what did this guy do to deserve ur wrath tho??

You sighed and debated whether or not to answer. But at this point, you’d already embarrassed yourself. Might as well go all in.

You: he bailed on me. we were supposed to finish this event setup for work but guess who’s suddenly “busy” 🙄

Unknown Number: damn. fake friend behavior.

You: RIGHT?? like i love him but i will fight him.

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Then, it appeared again.

Unknown Number: sounds like a rough job. must be intense working in the industry.

You blinked at your screen. That was… a little specific.

You: wait, how’d u know it’s the industry??

Unknown Number: u mentioned an event setup. unless ur hosting birthday parties on a tuesday night, i figured.

You: touché.

Unknown Number: so what do u do?

You hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t like this was confidential information, but still…should you be talking about work with a total stranger? Then again, you had already gone on a rant about your missing-in-action coworker, so what harm would a little more do?

You: just staff stuff. event coordination, assisting with schedules, making sure idols don’t get lost on the way to their own stages. u know. the usual.

Unknown Number: sounds like a nightmare.

You: it is <3

You chuckled, shaking your head at how easy it was to talk to this person.

Unknown Number: u must meet a lot of idols then.

You sighed.

You: yeah but it’s not as exciting as u think. they’re just people. some r nice, some r annoying, some act like they don’t know what a clock is.

Unknown Number: LOL. any favorites?

You raised an eyebrow at that.

You: what, r u an idol fan?

Unknown Number: maybe.

You: ok mysterious.

Unknown Number: u didn’t answer tho.

You hummed and think.

You: idk. if i had to pick… maybe enhypen? they’re cool.

A beat of silence. Then,

Unknown Number: good taste.

Weird. Before you could think too much about it, another message popped up.

Unknown Number: anyway, u still mad at ur friend or did u forgive him?

You rolled your eyes.

You: still mad. he better buy me food.

Unknown Number: solid plan. u deserve compensation.

You: exactly!! u get it.

And just like that, the conversation flowed on, stretching far past the frustration that started it. You didn’t know who this person was, but they were easy to talk to, and for some reason, you didn’t mind keeping the conversation going.

🫐

Over the next few weeks, your accidental text became a daily habit. You didn’t know why, but talking to this stranger was easy. Maybe it was because he had no expectations of you. He wasn’t a coworker, a superior, or an idol to impress. He was just some guy who sent back sarcastic texts and asked surprisingly thoughtful questions.

And for Jungwon, it was the opposite.

For the first time in a long while, he got to be a normal person. Not Jungwon, leader of Enhypen. Just some random guy in your messages. He didn’t have to worry about his image or if he was saying the right thing. You didn’t treat him differently. You teased him, called him bro, and sent blurry dinner photos.

And he liked it.

Maybe he never corrected you when you called him a nobody. Perhaps he looked forward to your messages more than he should.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you the truth.

🫐

You groaned as you dropped onto a chair in the break room. You are completely drained, and the past few hours have been horrible. Running back and forth between different rooms, handling last-minute requests, and nearly getting run over by a staff member pushing a cart too fast. At this point, your legs were made of jelly, your back ached, and your only source of comfort was-

You: listen here, u lil gremlin. i am suffering.

Unknown Number: ???

Unknown Number: what did i do this time 😭

You: EXIST. why am i here working my ass off while u get to sit there and breathe??

Unknown Number: maybe bc u have a job and i’m just a mysterious, incredibly cool stranger on the internet

You: mysterious, incredibly cool GREMLIN.

You: actually no. goblin. u give goblin energy.

Jungwon almost choked on his water. Goblin??

Unknown Number: EXCUSE ME.

Unknown Number: what part of me gives goblin energy???

You: idk. just a vibe. like a smug little goblin who laughs at my suffering.

Jungwon did, in fact, laugh at that. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

Unknown Number: ok but real talk. what’s making u suffer this time

You: running around hybe like a headless chicken. setting up for another event. also why do idols need so many rooms. just share a table or smth smh.

Jungwon raised a brow.

Hybe.

So, you worked at Hybe. That confirmed it. You were in the same building as him, probably passing by his team without even realizing it.

Unknown Number: sounds rough. u need a raise tbh.

You: RIGHT?? finally someone with common sense.

Unknown Number: goblin says u should go get a snack or smth before u pass out.

You sighed before standing up and walking toward the nearest vending machine.

You: fine. but only bc goblin said so.

Jungwon grinned. He could get used to this nickname.

🫐

You still didn’t know his real name, and he still hadn’t told you what he did for a living. But weirdly enough, you didn’t mind.

One evening, after another long day of work, you flopped onto your bed and grabbed your phone.

You: goblin. tell me something random about u.

Unknown Number: hmm. i like cats.

You: ok well that’s basic. try again.

Unknown Number: wow ok. rude.

Unknown Number: fine. i used to do taekwondo when i was younger.

You: woah. that’s kinda cool. do u still remember any moves?

Unknown Number: maybe. depends. why? u planning to fight me?

You: depends. are u annoying today?

Unknown Number: always.

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself.

Unknown Number: ok my turn. tell me something random about u.

You: hmm. i can survive on just ramen and coffee for a whole week.

Unknown Number: that is not something to brag about.

You: shh. survival skills.

Unknown Number: more like self-destruction skills.

You laughed.

It was weird how easy it was to talk to him. Even without knowing what he looked like or what he did, you felt like you could tell him anything.

And somehow, you got the feeling that he felt the same way.

As you continued texting, an idea popped into your head.

You: btw. i’m giving u a nickname.

Unknown Number: oh? should i be concerned?

You: yes. but it’s happening anyway.

You changed his contact name and took a screenshot.

You: congrats. ur now “goblin” in my phone. [image attached]

Goblin: goblin again???? why.

You: idk u give me goblin vibes.

Goblin: i don’t know if i should be honored or offended.

You: both.

Goblin: …fair.

You grinned to yourself. Yeah, “Goblin” suited him just fine.

🫐

It was ridiculous.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. This was getting out of control and liking someone you’d never seen. Someone you only knew through text? It was wild. But talking to Goblin had somehow become the best part of your day.

It wasn’t just his humor or the way he matched your sarcasm. It was the way he listened. The way he remembered small details. He never made you feel like you were talking too much, even when you went on long-winded rants about work.

And that was the problem.

Because now, you were catching feelings for someone who was like a ghost. What the fuck?

You sighed and stared at your phone.

You: goblin. tell me something.

Goblin: what kind of something?

You: something about you. anything.

Goblin: hmm. okay. i like late-night drives.

You: oh? fancy. what else?

Goblin: i sing a lot, but only when i’m alone.

You smiled.

You: what if ur actually really good but no one knows?

Goblin: oh, people know.

You paused, eyebrows furrowing.

You: ?? do u perform or smth?

There was a long pause.

Goblin: nah… let’s say i’ve had some practice.

You stared at the screen. You felt an odd feeling. But before you could ask more, he changed the subject.

And this was the pattern.

You’d ask about him, he’d give vague answers. It wasn’t like he was lying. He wasn’t telling you everything.

Meanwhile, Jungwon was losing his mind.

He liked you. Way more than he should.

He knew he should tell you the truth…that he wasn’t just some random guy but an idol, an Enhypen member, someone you admired without realizing he was the same person you texted every day.

But how was he supposed to do that without making you feel betrayed?

It didn’t help that you unknowingly talked about him all the time.

You: work was chaos today. my team had to set up for an engene event, and guess what? i had to carry a life-sized jungwon cutout.

Goblin: oh? lucky u. he’s pretty cool.

You: pls. i had to carry his smug face up three flights of stairs. not fun.

Goblin: bet he was judging u the whole way.

You: EXACTLY. i could hear him in my head like “hurry up, bitch.”

Jungwon nearly choked on his drink.

You: i mean, i love him, but he def gives rich, spoiled cat vibes.

Goblin: wow. tell me how u really feel.

You: LMAO SORRY. no but fr, i respect him a lot. he works so hard.

Goblin: yeah… he really does.

Jungwon smiled to himself.

But the longer he kept the truth from you, the worse it felt.

One day, he was going to have to tell you.

He just didn’t know how.

🫐

You had one job. Just one.

Don’t freak out. Don’t stare. Be professional.

Yet, here you were, standing in the same hallway as enhypen. Your heart was racing.

You hadn’t even meant to run into them. You were trying to deliver some documents to another department when you turned a corner, and bam! almost crashed straight into Jungwon himself.

“Ah, sorry!” You quickly stepped back and bowed.

“It’s okay,” he replied casually.

You kept your head down, gripping the files in your hands. You knew the rules. Staff weren’t supposed to interact too much with idols unless necessary. So, you did what you always did. You kept moving, not making eye contact.

But the moment you were out of sight, you whipped out your phone.

You: BRO WTF I JUST BUMPED INTO ENHYPEN HELP

Goblin: oh? ur alive?

You: BARELY. I almost DIED. I ran straight into Jungwon.

Goblin: sounds like a skill issue tbh.

You: SHUT UP. Anyway, I had to act normal and not fangirl. Pain.

Goblin: so u saw Jungwon up close, huh? thoughts?

You: he’s… really handsome actually like stupidly handsome.

Jungwon, reading the text, blinked.

Wait.

Something clicked in his head.

You just said you bumped into Enhypen.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back to earlier.

A staff member had walked past them, avoiding eye contact. He hadn’t paid much attention, but now that he thought about it…

That had been you.

Jungwon’s breath hitched.

Holy shit.

You were the staff member he had occasionally seen around the company. He’d thought you were pretty before, but it never crossed his mind that you were you.

Now, everything made sense. The things you ranted about, your schedule, and the way you always seemed to know too much about his events.

He grinned to himself.

Goblin: so… if u had to rank the members by looks, where would jungwon be?

You: pls don’t expose me but top 1 actually. his visuals are insane irl.

Jungwon nearly dropped his phone.

🫐

Ever since Jungwon pieced together your identity, he couldn’t help but pay more attention whenever he saw you at the company.

It wasn’t full-on stalking. No, he wasn’t that creepy. But he started noticing little things.

Like how you always ran around, papers in hand, sometimes looking stressed and sometimes smiling at your coworkers. How you always carried an energy drink in the morning, eyes barely open as you dragged yourself through the halls. How you always pulled out your phone at random moments to text him.

And, most of all, how you never once looked at him.

Jungwon found it amusing. You had no idea that the same person you were texting as “Goblin” was now actively looking for you in a crowd.

He casually walked by your usual routes, trying to confirm his suspicions. If you were near, he’d glance discreetly, watching your reactions. You were always professional, always busy, always avoiding unnecessary attention.

But then, one day, he decided to test his theory.

Exhausted, you were standing near the entrance, rubbing your temples as another staff member spoke to you. You were frustrated, probably from another long day of work.

Jungwon, a few steps away, discreetly pulled out his phone and typed.

Goblin: u alive?

A second later, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Jungwon didn’t even need to guess. The way your entire demeanor changed was all the confirmation he needed. Your tired frown softened. Your lips curled into a small smile.

Bingo.

Now he knew it was 100% you.

Later that night, he picked up his phone again.

Goblin: so, when’s ur funeral?

You: idk but work is definitely killing me first.

Goblin: want me to fight ur boss?

You: pls. throw hands.

Jungwon chuckled to himself. Oh, if only you knew.

🫐

It was late. You sat on your bed, staring at your phone screen. Without thinking too much about it, you opened your messages.

You: Goblin, you up?

A few seconds passed before the typing bubble appeared.

Goblin: For you? Always. What’s up?

You hesitated. You weren’t usually the type to unload your emotions onto others, but something about him…about this…felt safe.

You: I’m just tired. Really tired.

You: Sometimes I feel like no matter how hard I work, no one actually sees it.

You: Like, I put in all this effort, and it’s just… expected. Nothing special. And if I mess up even a little, suddenly it’s a big deal.

You stared at your screen, debating if you should delete the message, but a reply came in before you could.

Goblin: I know exactly how that feels.

That made you pause.

You: You do?

Goblin: Yeah.

Goblin: It’s like… the pressure never stops. People only see the results, not the work behind it. And when you succeed, it’s just “as expected.” But when you fail? That’s when they notice.

That was oddly specific.

You: Exactly. Like, can someone just acknowledge how exhausting it is??

Goblin: You deserve that acknowledgment. Even if no one else says it, I will: You’re doing amazing. And I mean that.

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the frustration.

You: Thanks, Goblin. That means a lot.

Goblin: Anytime.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. Then,

Goblin: Can I tell you something too?

You sat up a little straighter.

You: Of course.

A few seconds passed before he responded.

Goblin: Sometimes I feel like people don’t actually know me. They see what they want to see. They have all these expectations, and I try to meet them, but at the end of the day… I wonder if anyone would still like me if I wasn’t what they expected.

You stared at the message, something about it making your heart ache a little.

You: That sounds lonely.

Goblin: It is. But I guess I’ve gotten used to it.

Your fingers hovered over the screen keyboard before you started typing.

You: Well, I don’t know about them, but I like you. Just as you are. Even if you’re secretly a weirdo who texts strangers in the middle of the night.

There was a pause, then-

Goblin: Wow. I was about to be all deep and emotional, and you just had to call me a weirdo.

You laughed softly.

You: I’m just saying, you’re pretty cool. Whoever you are.

You didn’t realize it, but on the other side of the screen, Jungwon stared at your message for a long time. He felt something that was terrifying.

Because for the first time in a long while, he felt seen. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that.

🫐

It’s late at night again, and you’re sitting at home, exhausted after another grueling day at work. Your feet ache, and your body feels heavy, but despite your exhaustion, you’re still awake because of him.

Your phone is open to your messages with Goblin, and you hesitate before typing.

You: be honest. do you ever think about what it’d be like if we met irl?

Jungwon, who was lying in bed, staring at his screen, felt his stomach drop.

Oh no.

Jungwon’s fingers hovered over his screen. His heart pounded as he read your message over and over again. Of course, he had thought about it every single day since realizing who you were. But if you knew who he really was… would you still want to meet?

After a long pause, he finally replied.

Goblin: hmm, maybe… but what if we meet and you’re disappointed?

He winced after sending it. That was a cowardly response, dodging the real issue.

Your reply came almost instantly.

You: lmao please. i bet ur like a middle-aged man with a receding hairline

You: but honestly. i do wonder. it’s weird, right? liking someone u never met??

Jungwon’s stomach flipped. Liking?

Before he could stop himself, his lips curled into a small smile. Did you really mean that? Or was it just a casual way of speaking? He needed to be careful.

Goblin: do u? like me, i mean

The second he sent it, he regretted it. It felt too direct. What if you got weirded out? He considered sending a follow-up message to downplay it, but before he could, his phone vibrated.

You: idk. maybe?

Jungwon stared at the screen, his ears burning. You liked him? But you didn’t even know who he was.

And that was the problem.

He couldn’t keep lying to you.

Taking a deep breath, Jungwon sat up in bed. His fingers moved over his keyboard, hesitating for a long moment before he typed-

Goblin: Hey, can I call you?

🫐

Your phone buzzed in your hand. An incoming call. From Goblin.

Your stomach flipped. He had never called before. Hesitating for a second, you stared at the screen before finally answering.

“Hello?”

There was a pause, then-

“Hey.”

Your breath hitched. His voice was… smooth. Gentle. Familiar in a way. You sat up straighter.

“Wow. So you do have a voice,” you teased trying to mask your nervousness.

He let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah… I figured it was time.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, this time more serious.

“I have to tell you something.”

Your heart pounded. “What is it?”

Jungwon took a deep breath on the other end. His hands clenched into fists, but this was it. No more hiding.

“I know who you are.”

Your brows furrowed. “Huh?”

“we’ve met before. A lot of times.”

“Wait—what are you saying?”

Jungwon hesitated. “I’m not just some random guy.”

“I’m Jungwon.”

Silence.

Your mind raced. Jungwon? Only one Jungwon immediately came to mind, but that was impossible.

“Jungwon…?” Your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

“Yeah.” Another pause. “Yang Jungwon.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

No.

No way.

The leader of Enhypen. The same Jungwon you had bumped into at the company a few times. The same Jungwon whose songs you had on your playlist.

The same Jungwon you had been texting for months.

You felt your whole world tilt.

“You’re kidding.” You whispered.

“I’m not.” His voice was cautious. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared. I liked talking to you like this. Just as… me.”

Your grip on the phone tightened. You were shocked, confused, and something dangerously close to betrayal.

You had confided in him and talked about your job, talked about him, without knowing it was actually him.

Your mind was spinning.

“I—” You swallowed hard. “I need a minute.”

Jungwon’s heart sank. He could hear the sadness in your voice.

“I get it.” His voice was soft. “Take your time.”

But as the call ended, a heavy silence settled between you.

And Jungwon could only hope he hadn’t just lost you forever.

🫐

You had deleted his contact the second you found out the truth. It was impulsive, but even now, you felt guilty.

You never gave him a chance to explain.

Not that you owed him one. He had lied to you for months. He let you vent about work, about idols, about him. All while hiding that he was the person you were unknowingly talking about. Still, a small part of you wondered what he would have said if you had stayed long enough to hear him out. But it was too late now. You had cut him off, and life had to move on.

So you threw yourself into work, acting like nothing happened. But something felt… different.

For one, your workload, usually overwhelming, had mysteriously lightened. Tasks you had been dreading were suddenly reassigned. Even the small mistakes you made generally earned you a scolding and seemed to go unnoticed.

At first, you thought it was just luck. But then, little things started to stand out.

One evening, after a long day, you dragged yourself into a break room, exhausted. You had been assigned to help with an event that had left you completely drained. As you slumped into a chair, your coworker sighed beside you.

“Lucky you,” she muttered and stretched her arms. “I heard you were supposed to be on cleanup duty tonight, but someone switched it at the last minute.”

You blinked. “Wait… what?”

Your coworker shrugged. “Dunno. Some higher-up pulled some strings, I guess. Maybe you’ve got a guardian angel or something.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. A guardian angel? Yeah, right.

Meanwhile, Jungwon watched from the shadows, unseen. He knew he had no right to interfere. Not after what he had done, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

So he helped in the only way he could.

He stayed silent and watched from a distance. Making sure you were okay. Doing whatever he could to ease your burden, even if you never found out.

Because if he couldn’t have you back in his life… this was the least he could do.

🫐

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand just as you were about to go to bed.

You groaned, rolling over to grab it, eyes squinting at the screen. Unknown Number.

For a second, you debated letting it ring, but curiosity got the better of you. With a sigh, you swiped to accept the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

Silence.

You frowned. “Uh… hello?”

Finally, a voice. “Hey… it’s me.”

You pulled the phone away, staring at the number. It was definitely not saved in your contacts.

“…Sorry, who is this?” you asked cautiously.

A pause. Then, a chuckle. “Did you delete my number that fast?”

Your stomach dropped.

That laugh. That tone.

It hit you all at once.

Your fingers clenched around the phone. “Jungwon.”

Another silence. Then, softly-“Yeah.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

Your brain scrambled to find something to say, but you could only stare blankly at your ceiling.

“I—What do you want?” Your voice came out smaller than you intended.

Jungwon exhaled as if he had been holding his breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just… I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your grip on the phone tightened.

“You shouldn’t have called,” you muttered. “You shouldn’t—”

“I know,” he cut in. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help it.”

You shut your eyes. “Jungwon, I—”

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he rushed out. “I should’ve told you a lot of things.”

Your chest ached.

“I knew it was you,” he continued. “I figured it out early. But I didn’t say anything because I was selfish. I didn’t want you to treat me differently. I didn’t want to lose what we had. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” he said softer now. “Everything I said to you was real.”

You pressed your palm against your forehead. You were overwhelmed.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but…” Jungwon hesitated. “Can I see you?”

Your heart pounded.

Could you face him? After everything?

🫐

You didn’t know why you said yes.

Maybe it was curiosity. Perhaps because you missed the feeling of something that had once felt so real. Or perhaps you weren’t as ready to let him go as you told yourself. So now, here you were. Your jacket covered your pj’s underneath. The air was cold, but not nearly as cold as the tension between you and the boy standing a few feet away. For a moment, neither of you spoke. He was wearing a hoodie, hands tucked into the pockets, eyes looking from you to the ground because he didn’t know where to start.

Seeing him now, after everything, felt surreal.

You swallowed. “So… you changed your number just to call me?”

Jungwon let out a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane.”

“I know.” His lips quirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I tried to leave you alone. I did. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You clenched your jaw, “You lied to me.”

Jungwon’s expression fell. “I know.”

“You let me embarrass myself. You let me tell you things…things I wouldn’t have said if I knew who you were.” Your voice was with frustration and hurt. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?”

“I do,” Jungwon said quietly. “And I hate myself for it.”

There was silence again. Then, Jungwon decided to take a slow step closer.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said. “I swear. I liked talking to you. I liked that you didn’t see me as an idol. You treated me like a normal person. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like one.”

You exhaled sharply and looked away.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Jungwon continued. “But if any part of you still wants this, still wants me, then I’ll do anything to fix this.”

Your fingers tightened around the sleeves of your jacket.

Do you still want this?

Did you still want him?

You let out a bitter laugh while shaking your head. “You know what’s funny?”

Jungwon stayed quiet.

“I used to think it was ridiculous,” you admitted. “Liking someone you’ve never even met. Someone you only talked to through a screen.” You let out a breath. “But then… it happened.”

Jungwon’s expression softened, but he didn’t say anything.

“I told myself it wasn’t real,” you continued. “That it was just the comfort of having someone to talk to. It was easy to fall for someone when all you had were words and late-night conversations.” You swallowed. “But it felt real. And when everything came crashing down, it hurt like it was real.”

“I didn’t mean to fall for you,” you admitted. “But I did.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched. “You…”

“I liked you,” you said firmly this time. “I liked Goblin. Not Jungwon, not an idol. Just you.”

His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you, but he held himself back.

“I ruined it,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know.”

It was the truth.

Jungwon was bracing himself for the worst.

You sighed and looked down at your feet. “I forgive you.”

He sucked in a breath. “You do?”

You nodded, “But…”

The relief that had started to settle in his features quickly faded.

“I want to take it slow,” you said carefully. “I want to learn more about you. You, not just the person I texted late at night.” You exhaled. “And I don’t know what to do, Jungwon. Even just meeting you here feels like I’m walking on thin ice.”

Jungwon pressed his lips together. He understood.

“If anyone finds out…” you hesitated as you glanced around as if someone could be listening. “I could lose my job. You could ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

“I know,” he murmured.

You let out a small, breathy laugh, “Then why are you even here?”

“Because you’re worth the risk.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I don’t want to let you go,” he said. “But I also don’t want to rush you. If you want to take it slow, we will.” He smiled. “I can wait. I mean, we already spent months texting. I think I can handle a little more patience.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips.

“Okay,” you said softly. “Then let’s take it slow

🫐

Months Later

You were swamped with work, running from one task to another, barely catching a break. The office was hectic as usual, with staff members moving in and out, handling schedules, coordinating events, and making sure everything for the idols ran smoothly. You had settled into a routine again, though now and then, you’d catch yourself glancing at your phone, wondering if he would first text.

Your relationship with Jungwon had been… complicated. Ever since that night, you had both taken slow but careful texts, occasional calls, and a few fleeting encounters in the company's hallways. He was still an idol, and you were still a staff member. Even though no one knew about the two of you, there was always a risk.

As you finished organizing some paperwork, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Goblin: Come outside.

Your brows furrowed.

You: I’m working??

Goblin: Just for a second.

You sighed. But curiosity got the best of you, and you slipped out of the office, making your way toward the quieter side of the building. As soon as you stepped outside, you spotted him. Jungwon, standing near one of the company vans, dressed in casual clothes, a cap pulled low over his face. Even with his attempt to stay hidden, you could still recognize him.`

“What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Jungwon smiled, “I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes. “We texted last night.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he replied smoothly. “And I figured you could use a little break.”

You sighed. “Jungwon—”

Before you could argue, he held up a small bag. “I got you coffee.”

You blinked. “What?”

“And a snack.” He grinned, holding it out to you. “Figured you’d be too busy to get one yourself.”

You took the coffee from his hands, fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. “…Thanks, Goblin.”

Jungwon smirked. “You really won’t change that nickname, huh?”

“Nope,” you said and took a sip.

He huffed out a laugh.

You gave him a look. “What? You don’t like it?”

Jungwon stepped closer. “I don’t hate it,” he admitted before he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your mouth.

You barely had time to process it before he pulled away, grinning. “But I’d rather you call me something else.”

Your brain is short-circuited. “Like what?”

He shrugged, walking away with a smug face. “I don’t know. Maybe boyfriend?”

Your face burned as you gaped at him. “Jungwon!”

He only laughed, waving over his shoulder. “See you later, pretty.”

And just like that, he left you standing there, speechless.

You stared after him, then scoffed to yourself with a small smile.

“Guess ‘Goblin’ wasn’t so bad after all.”

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Sleep Talking | Joaquin Torres

Summary; Joaquin could never keep a secret.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff

A/N: I couldn’t sleep until I’d put something out so yeah, this is just a real quick short before bed kind of story. I’ll get back on my asks/wips/part 2s of stuff tomorrow. For now, enjoy this. Also sorry I haven’t done tags it’s late and I’m tired so hope this finds you fine.

You woke unable to breathe. “Ouch, Joaquin,” you grumbled as your mind and body slowly dragged itself from sleep.

“Huh?” He grumbled sleepily.

“Baby, you’re squishing me.”

“What?” he groaned, but you could tell he was only half awake.

“Roll over. You’re squishing me. And you’re making me feel like I’m sleeping with a freaking radiator. Jeez.” you moaned as he shifted slightly and you truly felt how stifling it had become under the covers.

“It’s not me. It’s you,” he sleepily grumbled. You didn’t even have a chance to respond before he grumbled another response. “No.” he said with a sigh as he rolled back over onto his back on his pillow. “It was you. I know you ate my sandwich.” he mumbled.

Sandwich? What was he- ohhh, he’s sleep talking.

You chuckled to yourself as you rolled over onto your side to watch him sleep. Every now and again his lips would silently move to talk again, but it was mostly silent. You were just about to close your eyes and go back to sleep when you heard the words, “Because I’m going to marry her.”

There was a pause as if he was listening to someone else speak before he said, “What do you mean who? Y/N who else. I’ve already got the ring. I’ve been keeping it in my underwear drawer for weeks now.”

You were suddenly wide awake. You didn’t know if it was just the dream or if there was some actual truth to it and his subconscious was bleeding through. But there was one thing for sure, you weren’t going back to sleep until you knew for sure.

You tried to be as quiet as you possibly could as you crept out of bed, reaching for your phone and turning on the torch. Your feet padded quietly across the floor as Joaquin continued to let out small little murmurs. Every tiny shift you made to open the drawer sounded like thunder in your ears and you desperately hoped he wouldn’t wake up and catch you in the act. You gave one last quick tug on the old dresser drawer and there it was. Barely concealed by a pair of underpants, a square blue box.

You stood frozen in agony as you warred with yourself over what to do. Did you look and ruin the surprise completely or did you pretend you didn’t know it was there and climb back into bed. But you couldn’t help it. Now you knew of its existence, it was going to be burning a hole in the back of your head. You just wanted to be sure he picked a good ring, you tried to reason with yourself. You could be a good actress. You could still look surprised. You tried to rationalise as your fingers pulled out the velvet box. I mean he’s asleep, he’s not gonna know. You thought.

“Baby? What are you doing?” Joaquin asked, his voice hoarse with sleep. You looked at him guiltily. This was no sleep talking, he was well and truly awake now, sitting upright in bed as his eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the light of your torch in the dim room. That’s when he looked at your hands. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed. “Baby, I- wait, how did you-“ he paused as you continued to stand at the end of the bed frozen. Then he realised. “I was sleep talking.”

“Yes.” you finally said softly.

He groaned in frustration. “My mom said I could never keep a secret. I just wished for once I could have kept this one.”

“It’s alright,” you said.

“Did you look?” he asked.

“Not yet.” you replied. Your answer brought a soft smile to his face and he silently beckoned you over to sit with him.

“You know, I was waiting to do this on that trip to New York we were gonna take in a couple of weeks.” he began to explain, “but I guess this is good too.” Although it was dark in the room, you could tell he was beginning to blush as he took the box from your fingers.

“Y/N,” he said as his fingers deftly removed the ring from the box before he set it to one side. He tucked the ring into his fingers so you couldn’t see it just yet before he shuffled closer to you to continue his speech. “I have been in love with you from the minute I laid eyes on you. You can ask any of the boys, the second I saw you I said, that’s her, that’s the girl I’m going to marry. And of course they didn’t believe me, but I knew. You’ve been there with me for everything. Every hard day. Every promotion. You were always there to be my light and cheer me on.” he said, his voice shaking slightly with nerves. “You make every single day of my life, so much brighter and I don’t ever want to think of a day when you don’t wake up by my side. Y/N, will you do me, the greatest honour of my whole life,” he said, finally holding out the ring to you. “Will you marry me?”

It may have been 4am. It may have been in the dark of the night and extremely unconventional, but it was Joaquin. And you were always going to say yes to Joaquin.