#oKAY. this...definitely didn't miss the slightest.

[papayaem]

Lemon Tea and Love

Oscar Piastri x Sick!reader

Based on this request: Oscar taking care of sick reader

Warnings: fluff, sickness, flu

You were supposed to meet Oscar in Monaco this weekend.

Supposed to.

Instead, you were currently buried under approximately four blankets, nose redder than a Ferrari front wing, voice hoarse from coughing, and surrounded by a graveyard of tissues. Your phone buzzed for the fifth time in the last ten minutes, but you didn't have the energy to check it.

A knock at the door startled you out of your snot-induced misery.

You frowned. Who the hell would come over when you’d told everyone you were sick?

“Hold on,” you croaked, dragging yourself out of bed like a zombie. You wrapped yourself in your softest hoodie and shuffled toward the door, coughing into your elbow. You squinted through the peephole.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Oscar?

You opened the door, a little dazed. “What—what are you doing here?”

“Hi,” Oscar said with a small, sheepish smile. He was holding a paper bag in one hand and a bottle of lemon honey syrup in the other. “You didn’t answer my calls. Figured I’d check if you were still alive.”

“You’re supposed to be in Monaco,” you mumbled, leaning against the doorframe.

“I was. Then I wasn’t. Lando saw how miserable I was and told me to ‘just bloody go already’ before I brought the whole garage down.”

You blinked. “You flew back for me?”

Oscar’s smile widened slightly. “Yeah, well. You’re my favorite human. And I wasn’t about to let you die of the plague alone.”

He nudged past you gently and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. You stood there, stunned, while he made himself at home.

“Come on,” he said, holding the bag up like a prize. “I got everything. Soup, crackers, some weird herbal tea the lady at the pharmacy swore by, tissues with aloe—because I know your nose gets all raw—and cold medicine. Oh, and cough drops.”

You felt your eyes water, and it definitely wasn’t just the congestion. “You’re unreal.”

He grinned. “Don’t cry, you’ll clog up even more.”

You laughed weakly and coughed, and Oscar immediately dropped the bag and walked over to you.

“Alright, alright. Back to bed. C’mon, I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“Don’t,” you warned, trying to wave him off. “You’ll get sick.”

“I’ll risk it,” he said easily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you back to your bedroom. “If I get sick, then you’ll owe me soup and cuddles next week. Fair trade.”

By the time you were wrapped up in your comforter again, Oscar had set up what could only be described as a full sick-person survival station.

The soup was warming on the stove, your favorite show was queued on the TV, and Oscar was sitting cross-legged on the floor with your bottle of cold meds, carefully reading the dosage instructions like it was a strategy manual before a race.

“Okay,” he said, looking up, “you can take two of these every four hours. I’m setting an alarm.”

“You don’t have to do all this,” you whispered.

He looked up again and softened. “I know I don’t. But I want to.”

You bit your lip.

Oscar climbed into the bed beside you, careful not to jostle you too much. “Sick or not, I kinda missed you.”

You turned your head toward him. “You’re such a sap.”

He grinned and kissed your forehead, not caring in the slightest that you were a sneezy mess. “Only for you.”

Later, the two of you were curled up together—him mostly holding you like a hot water bottle—while you sipped the strange tea he’d made.

“This tastes like leaves and sadness,” you murmured.

“Good. That means it’s healthy.”

You groaned dramatically and buried your face in his chest. He laughed and started rubbing small circles on your back.

Despite feeling awful, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this cared for.

Oscar was quiet for a few minutes. Then: “You know, I was really worried about you.”

You tilted your head up slightly. “It’s just a cold.”

“I know. But you’re alone when I’m gone. And I just… I hate the thought of you being miserable without anyone around. Especially when I could be here.”

You reached out and ran a hand through his hair. “You came back for me. That’s… kind of heroic.”

He smirked. “I prefer the term ‘devastatingly romantic.’”

You laughed again, your chest tightening with the effort, and he immediately hushed you. “Shhh. No laughing. It makes your cough worse. You're on vocal rest.”

“Oh no,” you croaked. “What will you do without my sparkling commentary?”

He kissed your forehead again. “Just lie there and look cute. That’s all I need.”

You drifted off not long after, tucked in his arms, the world muffled and soft. He held you the whole time, adjusting your blanket, making sure your tea didn’t spill, whispering things he didn’t think you’d remember when you woke up:

“I love you, you know.”

“I really, really do.”

“I’d fly back every time.”

And when you stirred and leaned into him, he smiled quietly, kissed your temple again, and held you tightly

Please do not copy or translate without permission x

[deathshadowed]

Which God chooses you?

Rot, the God of What Remains

She has mushrooms growing between her gnarled fingers, her skin blackened and loose from her body. Every candle gutters and dies as her dark mass pools beneath you. When she rises, it is with the odour of the swamps. Her eye sockets are empty, yet still her gaze rakes through your very soul. "Oh, my dear." Her muddy voice bubbles and froths. "I call you to a harsh life. They will hate you for what you are. Death-keeper. Worm-eaten. Maggot-crawler. But even the gods die." She raises a filth-ridden finger to your forehead and paints her mark - a dirt streak, right to left, cold and clammy against your skin. "Life brings death, and death brings decay. Natural as the fallowing of the fields." Her mouth is a black pit, toothless yet still grinning. You feel your skin growing cold, clammy; tears break out across your skin, yellowed bone poking through, but there is no pain. Just a muddy dampness. "Ssh," she says, holding her finger to your lips. "You are mine, now."

[slimyenemy]

hey i wish i was on something and it meant my brain can more or less just stop being all glitchy if i'm not

[succubusvalentine]

Part two of Simon Riley with a user who kidnaps herself. CW: Cunnilingus, Somnophilia, PiV, they're both a bit crazy, brief mention of blood (in a ring) part one here if you missed it!

Simon was currently stood over his bed. Staring at you. Under his covers.

You smelled so good too. Simon didn't want to get in bed and disrupt the scent of you with his own. He'd never forgive himself.

It was strange. Simon thought that if you found out he was stalking you, you would scream, call the cops, anything but this.

Maybe you were as crazy as he was. A thought that both terrified and excited Simon. Although the excitement definitely weighed out.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Simon merely watched you as days went by. He watched you eat, watch tv, sleep, bathe. And it didn't creep you out in the slightest.

You knew there was always an adjustment period when two people moved in together. So you let him watch you. He was like a wary cat. It was rather cute.

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"You can get in bed, you know" you hum tiredly one night. Opening your eyes and looking up at the behemoth of a man that would have terrified anyone else if they saw him watching them sleep.

"Don't want to make the bed smell like me when it smells like you"

"If you cuddle me you'd be close enough to smell me really good"

Simon stared. Brows furrowing in thought. Before he gives in.

Simon awkwardly slid into the bed next to you, tensing slightly when you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around your waist.

But as soon as Simon seemed to understand that he was touching you and you wanted him to keep touching you, he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you flush against him with your legs around his thick waist so he could bury his face into your chest.

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After that, Simon could barely keep his hands off you. As soon he got home from base, he would find you somewhere in his home and wrap his arms around you. Refusing to let go for at least ten minutes.

He also gave you the best head you'd ever received. Definitely a bonus.

Every guy you'd been with before Simon, treated the act like a chore. Lazily licking you until raising their head and asking if you'd finished yet.

Simon though? He does it for his own pleasure.

Simon will find you wherever you're lazing about the house. Drop to his knees. And go to town.

Sucking on your clit until your legs shook, moving his head down to lick the wet slick coming from your hole. The first time he shoved his tongue in your hole to taste more of you? You nearly screamed as you came unexpectedly.

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And the way Simon fucks? You could barely think a coherent thought afterwards.

Sure, the first time you two fucked Simon came almost as soon as he thrust into you. But you couldn't blame him. He was fucking the woman he'd been stalking for over a year. He was bound to get overwhelmed.

Now though, Simon could fuck you for multiple rounds. There'd been times you had to call out of work because you either couldn't walk, or your body was so exhausted afterwards.

And after telling Simon it was okay to fuck you while you were asleep? He was even worse. The amount of times you woke up to Simon fucking into you while cuddling you and drooling into your shoulder was immense. But you loved it.

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Simon's favourite part of you being his sweet little stalker, was that sometimes he would tell you he's going out. And then he would see you in the corner of his eye.

But Simon's favouritest part of his favourite part, was when he would go out with his team, and they'd point it out. Unfortunately it only happened a few times. The team getting used to seeing you watching Simon from afar. But whenever Simon noticed you, he got the stupidest smile on his face. Knowing he was definitely going to marry you. Propose to you with a ring where the gemstone was made of his own blood.

"tha' lass been followin' us bar tae bar all nigh'" Soap muttered. The rest of the team being concerned.

"Yeah" Simon grinned dumbly "she's the best ain't she?"

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Simon was just over the moon that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. And you moving into his home unannounced had to be the most romantic thing Simon had ever experienced in his life. You were perfect for him.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

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[kwoniele]

don't let them hear — choi subong

synopsis: lights off meant something a little different between you and the famous choi subong, also known as thanos.

genre: smut and fluff bc theyre js exes who want eo bad LOL. green flag choi subong... say WHAT 💜

warnings: afab reader, tease, fingering, nothing else honestly

author's note: this is the first time i have ever written on this account + since my social media detox so pls bear w me if this isnt exactly up to your standards ha ha ha... ily anyway not proofread! i wrote this when it was 3am leave me be.

"lights will be turned off in ten seconds."

in a moment, the lights will dim and the only thing shedding light in the room would be the giant pig dangling from the ceiling and choi subong's pale skin that's attached to yours. ever since he told you he would be joining you in bed tonight, you couldn't deny the fact you were thrilled. your drug-addict ex boyfriend shouldn't have excited you this much. let alone the fact you were waiting for him. 

"five, four, three, two, one." now, it was fully dark. 

you sighed in disappointment. you turned away from the side subong was and decided to sleep on your own. you knew you shouldn't have trusted him at all, yet you were gullible enough to believe he'd keep his promise. and he didn't. cause if he did, he would be beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him so that you could warm one another up.

"y/n?," your eyes abruptly opened, "are you still awake?" he actually did it. he actually kept his promise.

he actually came.

you decided to play the stubborn game and not answer. but you knew that he was aware you were definitely up. "don't want me here? okay señorita. i'll leave." his footsteps began to get quieter as he 'left'. you felt guilty and decided to let him explain himself. after all, it hasn't been long since that robot woman announced it was time for bed.

"fuck you." you turned toward him, expecting him to be halfway gone already. yet you met a choi subong sitting down with his arms trapping his knees while replicating footsteps that were leaving. "wow. double fuck you.'

"please, i know you want me here. so move over." he stood up and laid down beside you as his head automatically dug itself into your chest. "i don't give a fuck if you're going to go on some lecture about how i should have been here sooner, so don't waste your time." he pecked your collarbone before adjusting his position. "i'm here with you and that's what matters. okay?"

speechless is an understatement. you couldn't even be mad. you couldn't feel the slightest anger in you because he's right there. you could see his purple hair laying on your neck.

wait. something's wrong. something's missing.

"wait. choi subong. where's the necklace?" you used two fingers to tilt his head up so you could see his eyes. they're still as pretty as ever. fuck him for having such charming eyes. 

"gone. i threw it away when i saw you rave about how you were so much happier when you quit." he stared at you. waiting for you to say something. "what? do you want me to dig my hands into the toilet to retrieve it?"

"did you seriously… get rid of it? for me?" you sat up. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before holding his hands. you noticed the tattoo he dedicated to you. the little heart with a sun next to it because he said that you were his ray of sunshine.

"of course i did. i meant it when i told you i'd fix myself as long as we crossed paths again, you know. i don't just make promises for the sake of—" shutting him up with your lips was probably your favourite thing to do. you missed this. you missed him. you missed feeling his lips perfectly match yours everytime you leaned in to him. 

"then i meant it when i told you i'd let you fuck me whenever, wherever. hopefully you take that damn opportunity now." he analysed your face before realising you were serious. he didn't even need to say anything. he just held your face by your jaw, kissing you rougher than earlier while gently laying you down on your bed.

he took off your pants and placed it just beside the bed, sliding your panties right after it. "fuck. how long have you been this wet, hm?" his middle finger glided itself from your cunt to your clit, using your slick as lubricant to teasingly insert his finger in your hole. "was it when i told you i quit? or when you kissed me? or better yet, since you saw me?"

"fuck, subong–" his free hand covered your mouth, preventing you from letting a noise out. 

"can you be quiet for me, baby? wouldn't want to let these jackasses know i'm fucking the prettiest girl here, would you?" you shook your head, agreeing that you should be dead silent. 

you didn't even notice that he snuck a second finger, fucking you with his fingers repeatedly until your were squirming and arching your back from the bed. "that's it, baby. do just that." his thumb flicked your clit, causing you to buck your hips on his hand. 

you don't know how he understood, but you mumbled against his hand that you were going to cum. his smirk was evident in the dark room which caused you to be pushed to the edge even more. "are you going to cum? hmm? is my baby finally going to cum for the love of her life?"

all you could do was nod. it was cute to him.

when you finally reached your release, he made sure to lick off all of your juice from his fingers. you watched him slowly suck on his ring finger while intensely staring at you. "i love you. don't leave ever again. i better be the only one you do this to."

"only for you, baby. just you and me. choi subong and future choi y/n. okay?

[catssluvr]

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆, aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner x fem!reader (916 words)

in which you end up with an injured nose at girl’s night and aaron takes care of you

warnings: bloody nose (surprise), r is tipsy, sweet aaron again 🫶🏻

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This is probably the last way you would have imagined your day to end up like. This being sitting in the passenger seat of Hotch's car with an ice pack against your very much painful bloody nose.

It's funny to think that working in the fbi wasn't what gave you an injurie but falling against Emily's coffee table sure was. It was definitely quite a fight between you, one of Sergio's toys on the floor and the corner of the table. You just didn't happen to win it, leaving your nose bruised and bloody.

You felt utterly embarrassed for having to call him to pick you up, but you couldn't drive after two cups of wine and didn't want to ruin girl's night. You're sure there's better things for him to do on his day off, specially at midnight.

Though he doesn't seem bothered by it the slightest, his hand resting on your thigh for the whole ride home and stealing worried glances at you once in a while.

"You okay?" He asks once he opens the door, helping you out of your seatbelt.

You're quiet and that worries him. He knows pretty well you're not one to be quite when alcohol is running in your system.

"Mhm. Sorry for this, again." It's probably your fourth apology tonight and he doesn't like that one bit.

"Stop saying sorry." His tone is almost stern but you can feel the affection sweeping through it. "I missed you today, was glad you called." He's too sweet even when you're sure you ripped him out of bed, his crooked quarter zip that's thrown over his sleeping shirt proving you right.

You smile softly at him, regretting it immediately as your nose stings.

Aaron hushes you inside the house, immediately leading you to the bathroom and sitting you on the counter.

He rummages through the cabinets for a moment, pulling out a few cottons and other things you're too dozy too look properly at.

"Oh, sweet girl..." It's only now that he takes the ice pack from your nose that he realizes how painful it must be. There's dried blood right outside your nostrils and the bridge of your nose look another shade.

"That bad, uh?" You mock, holding back a chuckle at his reprehending stare.

Aaron starts cleaning your nose with a wet cotton, mumbling out gentle sorries when you hiss in pain.

You take the time to look at him through half closed eyes. His dishevelled hair, his concentrated expression and most of all his quarter zip paired with stripped pyjama pants. It makes you feel both giddy and guilty that he probably came running to get you once you called.

"You're pretty." You say it before getting to actually think about it. But the fact that you're still tipsy helps you say things shamelessly.

"Thank you, honey. You're very pretty too." He answers with a smile bigger than he intended, just happy that you're finally acting like you normally would while tipsy.

Once the blood is cleaned and the arnica is applied, he reaches for the small band aid box. They all have some kind of cartoon in them, Jack's influence.

"Which one?" He questions with fake seriousness, displaying all the different band aids.

You point to the spider-man themed one, probably Jack's influence as well.

"Very good choice." Aaron pulls it open, carefully applying it over the small cut on the bridge of your nose before pressing a tiny kiss there.

He tells you to wait for a moment before dissapearing into the bedroom, coming back a few seconds later with a large hoodie and one pair of stripped pyjama pants - both his.

You let out a relaxed sigh once you're in them, his scent comforting and similar to what you would call home.

"Gimme a kiss?" You mumble nasally, a chuckle bubbling out of him at the way it sounds more like 'kith'.

"I'll hurt your nose."

"No, it'll heal magically from your kiss." You do little in trying to persuade him, but it's more than enough for him.

Aaron tucks a few strands of hair behind your ears, cupping your warm cheeks and leaning in to place a gentle peck on your lips.

"Better, sweet girl?" It's not really a question, as he knows the answer. His lips trail from your cheek to your temple, lingering there for a moment before pulling to hold your face once more.

"Mhm, much better." You lean into his hands almost involuntarily.

His hands reach under your thighs, picking you up before you can even process it. You let out a surprised gasp, smacking his chest lightly when he laughs.

"You know, my nose is hurt. Not my legs, Aaron." You mumble against his neck, smiling at the way he shivers at the contact.

"Just let me spoil you, yeah?" He shushes you, arms comfortable around you as he enters the bedroom.

Once you're tucked inside the blankets in his so familiar bed, Aaron pulls out his quarter zip. Throwing it on top of the armchair in the corner before rushing to lay beside you.

Almost immediately, your arms find place around his waist. Your fingers trace incoherent shapes on his stomach and your head lays against his chest, his heartbeat lulling you to a sleepy state almost immediately.

"Thank you." It's barely a whisper, but he hears it just fine.

He hums, squeezing his arms around you before pressing a kiss to your hair one last time. "My sweet girl."

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love you,

cat 🤍

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hello! I’d like to make a request—could you write a headcanon featuring a Cybertronian reader (gender-neutral) and how Optimus, Bumblebee, and Elita would react if they accidentally hurt the reader?

♡|☆ "OH NO." — The BOTS Accidentally Hurt You! [TFO]

anon, im not sure if this is what you meant cause you didn't mention the continuity or if the relationship between reader and them is platonic or romantic BUT i took a fine middle line :3

including: Optimus Prime, Elita One & Bumblebee

Optimus Prime:

— It was a normal day really, you asked him if he wanted to spar with you and he agreed. Optimus figured it would be a learning experience for the both of you. Not to mention, he did miss spending time with you. Ever since he became Prime he’s always been so busy. But at that moment, he was entirely free. Of course tragedy had to strike when he was just trying to have some quality time with you!

— The two of you were goofing off, cracking a few jokes in between as you traded blows. The Prime was impressed to say the least, you’ve certainly gotten better since the whole… Sentinel incident. Next thing he knew, you missed a step and his energon axe nearly chopped you in half; a gaping tear across your abdomen and there's energon all over. Optimus was quick to react.

— He should’ve been more careful! How could he? Orio- Optimus is not used to his new strength as a Prime in the slightest so he finds it hard to really control it. But that's no excuse! Optimus tells himself as he’s looking at you, blue optics twinkling with concern as he Ratchet patches you up in the medbay. He literally ran into the medbay with you in his servos, he’s never really sparred before; the closest thing he had to sparring were those play fights with… No, he’d rather not think about him.

— Optimus is quick to apologize. Immediately fawning over you with sparkfelt concern, his optics scanning the part on your frame where a gaping tear & burn from his energon axe once was. At least it's fixed now. If his axe had been a bit higher, he would’ve struck you right against your chassis… You could’ve been offlined! Terminated! Done for… And Optimus now knows the capabilities of a Prime frame. Optimus is going to ask you all the important questions and give you necessary emotional support if you’re in a lot of pain. He will be a lot, lot more careful from now onwards. He is not the reckless Orion anymore, he’s a leader.

— And he is your leader, he has a responsibility to you. Optimus sits down, right next to you on your medical berth and honestly, he looks almost ashamed of himself. Please, please tell him you’re okay. He will blame himself and will continue to blame himself for a while until he lets it go. Optimus might even hesitate to spar with you again but will do so after minimal convincing.

— Optimus will visit you regularly to make sure you're recovering well. It'll soothe his spark to know that you're getting better. Please rest well or he is going to worry. He trusts that you will take care of yourself, he wants to do so but he's a Prime now... he doesn't have the luxury of time, something he took for granted back when he was just Orion and the three two of you would just mess around.

Elita One:

— “WATCH OUT-” Too late. Elita is rushing you to the medbay while you keep mumbling assurances about being okay despite her Death Tracker’s blaster having almost made a hole through your side. She’s telling you to shut up in panic as she’s hauling you to the medbay. Don’t lie to her face when she can see you gushing out energon! And from the looks of it, she may have hit a vital line and the thought makes her tanks churn with… something she can’t really explain.

— This isn’t how it was supposed to go. It was just simple shooting practice! Elita thought that you would see the shot coming your way but that was not the case. It seems she overestimated your reaction time. Elita doesn’t tolerate accidents, not in the slightest. She never has and never will. She’s definitely sour about the whole thing but concerned as well, unlike Optimus who’s just fretting over you, concerned and blaming himself.

— Since she was a mining squad leader and has dealt with mining accidents from collapses to literal explosions, she has a quick response time. For this, it was like instinct, her frame automatically went out of its way to take you to the med bay. Even now she follows those protocols like it's muscle memory and because of that you get quick assistance.

— She's going to be pacing around outside the medbay, waiting for First Aid to give the clear so she could enter. In the meantime she has many thoughts swirling through her helm: “I told them to watch out!”, “Were they too slow or was I too fast?”, “Why didn't they dodge?”. Elita won't exactly blame herself for this accident happening. More or so, she's trying to figure out where it went wrong so it never happens again.

— Once First Aid let's her in the medbay, she walks in calmly; composed as ever and just looks down at you as you're laying on the medical berth. Words of comfort aren't her thing. She's going to try and think of something to say, anything and accidentally blurt out something like: “I'll be slower next time.”

— Elita didn't realize it sounded like a taunt until the next day but she isnt sure if she should apologize because would… Would it make things awkward? She's horrible at comforting. Truly a mess.

— But you’re going to be getting the best care ever imaginable because she's going to be checking up on you at least five times a day, take up your duties for the entirety of the time you need rest. Elita One will even go as far as clean up your quarters for you as you frown as lay in your berth. Basically, Elita One makes up for this mishap with actions because she is not good at words.

— Also, she's going to very aggressively make sure you're staying in your berth to get adequate rest. Blue optics narrowing down at you with her servos folded over her chassis as she sees you standing up instead of laying down like you should be. Elita has a smolder and everything, glaring at you in a way that makes you lay back down on that berth immediately.

— “You're.. better now, right?” She asks, almost quietly but the concern is there in her optics, she's trying her best not to make this awkward. Please spare her, she's just struggles to filter herself and Elita is aware of that. She's trying her best not to say something wrong.

B-127/Bumblebee:

— NONONONONONONONONO. He is FREAKING out. Bumblebee freezes the moment he feels your warm energon on his servos, optics wide as he’s just stuck there in shock.

— He wasn't even sparring with you! Bee just wanted to show off a cool trick he learnt with his laser-knife servos! He just slipped up and nearly chopped off you entire servo off!

— Bee quickly snaps out of his shock and fumbles a bit. “Iamsosososososorry… Uhm uh…” His vents are working overtime, there's just so much energon pooling down and he can see your own distress. He isn't sure what to do in the slightest. “RATCHET!” He shouts out with all the energon running through his fuel lines. Bee runs out to find Ratchet while the medic busy with something at the medbay and drags his aft away from whatever it was he was doing at the moment to where you're writhing in pain.

— Ratchet is shocked and quickly takes you to the medbay. Bee is practically dying to know what your status is and Ratchet has to ask First Aid to get him out of the medbay so he could fix your servos better. He was constantly asking Ratchet questions while the medic was trying to fix your servo.

— This poor mech is being crushed by self-loathing. He's overthinking, a lot more than Optimus and Elita would. He's basically spiralling. Will you hate him? Will you stop talking to him? Will you never look at him ever again? What if you never get to use your servo again? Optimus is with him trying to calm him down as hes rambling out all his thoughts to the Prime, he's asking Bee to calm down as he's jumping up and down from stress and anxiety, he might get spark palpitations at this rate and end up putting himself at the medbay too.

— But once Ratchet gives the clear, Bee basically jumps into the med bay to see you and once he sees that you're alright with a smile on your faceplates, his frame visibly relaxes.

— “Does.. Does it hurt?” He asks, gently poking the welding as you wince and it make Bee practically recoil away from you instantly as regret washes over his features. He's making this so much worse for you, is what he thinks. Of course it hurts! Why is he so stupid?

— Proceeds to get scolded by Ratchet but it isn't unkind or inconsiderate. Ratchet makes sure that Bee will know what to do the next time he's caught up in a situation like this instead of fretting about it.

— He gets surprisingly quiet when you're discharged from the medbay and told to take rest. Bee politely reminds you that you have to take rest and does things for you similar to Elita One but less aggressive about it. He's moving things around and taking things for you, Bee doesn't want you to use your damaged servo until Ratchet’s prescribed resting period is over! He'll look at the weld marks and sulk.

— Only way to relieve him of this is for you to say that you forgive him. He'll smile a bit and be in a better mood then. You can see his plating fluff up a little. But he will get over this quickly. Soon enough, he's back to showing off his knife servos again.

the three of them are still sort of immature in TFO, you can't become a battle hardened commander or professional scout within just a few cycles so i wrote them with that in mind

[only4riwoo]

paper hearts 🏹 k.dh

genre smut 941 words cw MDNI!! sub!leehan, lowercase intended, unprotexted sex (big nono!!), cum eating, handjob (m), overstim, pet names (pretty, princess, love etc), if im missing smth lmk!! note i would tag liv (our beloved liverspaghett) because she helped me write a piece of this but since she deactivated her account, we will instead mourn the loss of our pookie. we will miss you liv rip!! this post is way over due, i was supposed to upload this on valentines day but i fell back and it definitely affected me :^ i know this is a super short read but enjoy this little treat my lovelies & make sure to keep urself hydrated; also that posture ml, sit up straight! < 33

"hi pretty.." leehan hums, his voice scratchy as he plopped down onto the mattress of your shared bed.

his hand was splay across your lower abdomen, the bed dipping a tad bit more under his weight when he scooted closer behind you.

although leehan was usually pretty good at keeping it in his pants, the smell of your freshly shampooed hair invading his nose was making his randomly speratic hormones go extremely haywire.

a sudden shift in what was, on a normal day, a comfortable type of tension, became very heavy and almost 'nose-stuffing'.

you clear your throat in an attempt to catch his attention since you noticed he was starting to stare directly at you with a blank expression. "you okay?"

your tone was softhearted with no intent of offense, your left hand reaching back to rest on the underside of leehan's arm, the one he used to keep a tight grip around your waist.

after a moment of complete silence, the only sound being your breathing and the quiet hum of the ceiling fan above.

he eventually answered, but of course, it wasn't a normal response to someone asking if you're okay.

"you smell good" leehan suddenly blurted, ripping a short giggle from your throat. "baby, you know you can tell me that there's something wrong, right?" you reassure, knowing leehan has a tendency to stay quiet and keep things to himself.

"yeah, i know," he subtly nods at you before continuing to speak. "i just.. need you so bad"

it was a given that he was reluctant to speak but he knew you care and will do everything in your power to help him when in need.

an almost silent noise came from your noise, the quietest laugh.

you didn't say anything, the hand on his arm coming down to pause just over the spot he wanted you so badly.

leehan whined at the slightest of touch, his hips pushing forward a bit to chase the feeling of your hand.

you knew your way around leehan's body. you also knew his limits, what he could take and what he couldn't take.

"really, hani?" that damn nickname. he cursed under his breath at your sultry tone. "please.." leehan whispered, desperately longing for your touch.

you laugh at his desperation, eventually giving in and sitting up before turning around, pushing leehan to lie on his back. pressing your palm flat against his clothed boner, you earn a sigh of relief from leehan as his hips involuntarily jumped forward into your hand.

with his chest heaving, breathless whimpers roaring up, he subtly humped against your fingers. leehan barked up a pathetic whimper when your hand slipped past his waistband, his eyes threatening to roll back as you thumb at his slit.

"fuck," he groaned, his hips slowly thrusting up. "ah ah, no sir." you warn with a click of your tongue, shifting your body to help him pull his sweats off before sitting on his thighs to hold him still.

leehan decided to actually listen to you, keeping still despite the obvious need in his watery eyes. the tip of his cock was flushed pink, just like his cheeks. you could hear he was breathing heavier. his cock stood up, aching for your touch. he wasn't beyond begging, never was. and that's exactly what he would do if you kept teasing him like this.

you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, dragging it up until you reach the top. you circle the head with your thumb before pushing your fist back down. leehan let out a quiet sob in response, drowning in the feeling of your touches.

you smear the small bead of precum that formed at his slit and spit in your palm to wet his cock. your hands move quicker and grip him harder, leaving him wriggling and whining under your weight, but unable to escape. it wasn't like he wanted to anyways. he rolled his hips into your palm, desperate for release. the moment you noticed his breath got shaky and uneven, you knew he was getting close. just as you feel his cock twitch, you pull your hand away.

leehan lying all desperate underneath you was really a sight to see, cupping the side of his face to admire his beauty before pulling him in for a long awaited kiss. you felt leehan’s hands come up to rest on your hips but you ignored it, continuing to kiss him while your free hand reached down to fondle his balls.

his fingers clung to your waist, pulling you closer to him to deepen the kiss. leehan’s tongue slipped through the small gap between your parted lips, moaning into your mouth as you start stroking him again.

the moment was heated and heavy, leehan’s chest caving as his dick twitched sporadically in your palm.

“ngh.. “ he whimpered against your mouth, his hips twitching up into your hand. “i’m-” he pulled away to make an attempt to speak but cut himself off with a soft groan, his cock pulsing as you graze your fingernail on his head. “fuck, wait i’m gonna cum”

leehan shudders harshly as you continue milking him. his stomach muscles clenched, his dick twitching again before it spurted hot and sticky semen all over your hand and his thighs. your hand doesn’t stop, working leehan through his orgasm until he’s shaking from overstimulation.

it’s when leehan pushes your hand away that you stop and lick his cum off your hand. suddenly gasping as your back hit’s the mattress. “your turn, princess.” he whispers teasingly from above you, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

[littlelovelunette]

hii you know since first time i read ur works i fell in love with it, darlin

can i request sevika x runway model!reader but make it fluff? Since reader are busy on fashion week, sevika and reader are barely met. One day, when fashion week is over sevika decide to take reader a culinary date because she knows on fashion week reader must maintain her weight, thank you <33

Culinary Date

Contains mentions of starving, dieting and meal skipping, model!r, girlfriend!Sevika.

You had been extra busy with work lately. All the dieting and everything often made you lightheaded because you really needed to watch your weight. Working in the modelling industry definitely wasn't for the weak. Your girlfriend, Sevika, noticed this. She always noticed even the slightest little change in you.

A perfume swap, a new earring or even just new shoes— she'd point it out and chances were high she'd compliment you on it. "Baby, when can we meet again?" Sevika asked, her voice bordering on melancholy. It almost broke your heart knowing you were so busy you couldn't provide enough time to your girlfriend and now she was there asking you when you could meet her again in that puppy tone of voice.

You caved, "Tomorrow my fashion week finally ends, soooo, we could grab lunch together!" You said a little more excitedly than you wanted to let on.

"You sound really happy for someone who tells me she's totally not starving herself." Sevika mumbled on the other side of the phone.

"I am eating properly. Just need to watch my weight is all." You said with a shake of your head. "I'll be fine. You be there on time, pick the location, okay? I have to get going. Bye, I love you." You blew kisses to her before giggling— "Love you too, doll."— and hanging up.

The hurried conversation that day left Sevika to do some deep thinking, and after a while of contemplating she decided she'd take you out a food marathon. A little culinary date to improve your weight after the fashion week. She'd hate to have you blown away by the wind.

The reason why Sevika needed such a long time to come to the conclusion was because she wasn't the time to coddle you and you knew it. Sevika never love bombed. Of course, she bought you the most expensive shits ever, be it perfume, bag or jewelry. Sevika ensured whatever you wore was worth being on your skin. Sevika marked all the restaurants and cafés she planned she'd take you to, spending the night going through their reviews and whatnot.

The next morning, she took more time than usual getting ready and dressing up for you. You deserved the best and you both hadn't been on a date for so long. She missed spending time with you and today she wanted to give you the whole world. She got inside her car, revving the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

“You look stunning.” Sevika smirked seeing you walking out of the runway studio.

You were dressed in a white mini dress with cherry prints paired with a red cardigan. You look absolutely gorgeous, you click-clacked upto Sevika with your red Mary Jane heels that were a gift from her.

“You also look like you lost a lot of weight.” Sevika said, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Yeah, a little.” You shifted. “Hey, can we talk later and get in your car? I'm feeling awfully heady.” Sevika's eyes filled with concern and she didn't let you argue her on it, picking you up bridal style immediately. She placed you down into the passenger seat of her car, closing the door and getting seated herself at the driver's seat.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just… I guess, this fashion week really took it out of me.” You chuckled nervously hoping Sevika didn't get the hint that you'd been skipping meals every now and then to stay in shape.

“Well, that is why I'm asking you out on a culinary date.” Sevika said, reversing the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“A culinary date? Well, aren't you fancy?” You teased.

Sevika rolled her eyes. “Mainly because you look like skin on bones right now.”

“That was mean.” You pouted.

“Baby, this looks delicious!” you squeaked seeing the pretty strawberry shortcake. Sevika chuckled and pushed your coffee towards you which you eagerly took a sip of. Sevika watched you with a mix of amusement and concern as you took small bites of the cake.

She could see the hesitation in your movements, the way you seemed almost guilty about indulging in something sweet. It made her frown. “You better finish that,” she said, her tone teasing but firm. “I didn’t bring you here just to watch you pick at your food.”

You sighed dramatically but took another bite, letting the strawberry glaze melt on your tongue. “Happy?”

“Getting there.” Sevika leaned back, sipping her espresso. “You really need to start taking care of yourself, doll.”

You rolled your eyes. “I do take care of myself.” Sevika shot you a look.

“Skipping meals isn’t self-care.” Your lips parted slightly, but you had no response. Instead, you stirred your coffee absentmindedly, avoiding her gaze.

“Hey.” Sevika reached across the table, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes. “You know you don’t have to do this to yourself, right?” Your breath hitched slightly. The warmth in her voice, the softness in her usually sharp gaze—it made your chest tighten.

“I just…” You exhaled shakily, gripping your spoon. “There’s a lot of pressure, Sev.”

“I know,” she murmured. “But I don’t give a damn about any of that. You’re already perfect to me.” You let out a small laugh.

“That’s cheesy.” “Maybe,” Sevika smirked. “But it’s true.” You hesitated for a moment before taking another bite of cake, a real bite this time. Sevika nodded approvingly and gestured toward your coffee. “Drink up. I’ve got more plans for us after this.”

You raised a brow. “More plans?”

Sevika’s smirk deepened. “Yeah. If I have to, I’ll personally make sure you get three full meals today.”

You huffed but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on your lips. Maybe, just maybe, letting Sevika take care of you wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

[deathbxnny]

If you aren't doing requests anymore, just ignore this, otherwise, thanks for the write! Mind if I request the arcane girls (yes this is coming from a bi bitch) with a reader lover who's caring for the girls when they're sick and literally cuffing the stubborn ones to the bed if they try and get out of bed and shrug off their sickness, and also making soup for them

Stubborn Arcane women being taken care of when they're sick! | Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy this too, Anon!<33

Content: Mentions of characters having a common cold, established romantic relationships, fluff, unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

Being sick is never a possibility in her mind. She rarely ever gets sick and refuses to acknowledge it even if she did. She could be dying on the floor and still find a way to get up casually, despite all odds.

Once she gets into a relationship with you though, things suddenly change. Even the slightest sign of sickness gets her practically shackled to the bed now. Something she doesn't enjoy whatsoever, especially as she isn't used to how gentle and caring you are.

With that said, despite never daring to admit it, she really does secretly enjoy how you spoil her when you manage to keep her home whilst she's sick. From being fed delicious, warm soups to getting careful massages for her aching muscles. It truly is heaven on earth in a way.

She definitely also had to keep you from going and arguing with Silco, whenever he demanded for her to come to work anyways. Sevika was flattered you loved her so much, but please don't get yourself killed over this...

"I'm not sick." She hissed out with a frown, clearly unimpressed by you practically forcing her into bed. But you didn't let up, calmly continuing to tuck her into the soft sheets with a worried look. "Yes you are... and you're running a terrible fever too!" You muttered, quick to dodge her hand as she attempted to lightly swat you away when you took her temperature. "You're staying here whether you like it or not."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed in defeat. There was no convincing you otherwise of this and she honestly didn't have the energy for it either. "Let me get you some warm soup, actually..." You whispered mostly to yourself, yet didn't miss the way she perked up at the sound of your handmade food. She always loved everything you cooked.

"Hm... fine, maybe this isn't too bad..." She definitely ignored the victorious giggle you let out after.

》JINX

Jinx doesn't want to be a burden to you in any way, shape or form. So lying about her weakening condition, or even injuries, was common for her. Unfortunately however, she was a terrible liar and you looked right through her every time... much to her dismay.

She really didn't want to worry you and therefore usually opted to stay out as late as possible to deal with her sickness instead... but sometimes, you just are alot faster than her. Especially with Isha now as back up. Escape was impossible when you two teamed up against her.

And it's not like she really complained either! If anything, she did feel extremely grateful for the care you give her, when she's sniffling and coughing away. She loved your attention more than anything and what's better than getting extra love from you?

Now that she was tucked in tightly in bed and had her left hand unceremoniously handcuffed to a random nearby pipe, Jinx found herself simply sinking into sheets with a sigh. She wasn't fast enough to get away this time and pretending to not be sick didn't work either under your watchful eye. So surrendering was the only option now.

"Fine, fine... ya got me, okay?" You and Isha high fived eachother with victorious grins, before scurrying off to find the right medicine and something warm for the sick girl to eat. The care and love you two gave her secretly overwhelmed her, as she wasn't used to it anymore after being without it for so long... but she appreciates it by thanking you often.

She might even play sick for a bit, if it meant to get your attention for longer.

》VI

Being sick? What's that? It didn't exist in her world. And similarly to Sevika, she refused to acknowledge it, mainly because she hated admitting to any form of weakness. So she can't possibly ever be sick! You're just imagining things...

However, as expected, you did not fall for any lies or excuses. You never did, but that wasn't too surprising. You always took care of her even when it were just minor injuries, so a full blown cold would get her shackled to the bed the second she coughed a little too hard.

She gets why you do it, she really does. But come on! She has things to do, people to beat up. Vi was stuck in Stillwater for so long, a common cold was nothing to her. She has been through worse, really.

But everything stills when you take care of her so lovingly, the foreign feeling basically making her addicted for more. So that's what it felt like to be loved after so long...?

"You know... maybe this ain't too bad after all, cupcake." The woman grinned, seemingly finally satisfied after about an hour of arguing and being forced into bed to rest. Deadpanning, you sighed and shook your head, before placing another cool towel on her warm forehead. "Really now?" You asked, voice laced with a small tinge of exhaustion.

She was as stubborn as they come. But you were equally matched in that sense. And this time, you thankfully came out on top in the struggle... for now at least. Who knows when she'll find the energy to torment you again so you need to make the best of the situation and take care of her as fast as possible.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Carnival

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: Mary takes you to the carnival

Lockdown was both the bane of Mary's existence and the best thing in the world.

The worst thing because it meant confusion and fear and no football for a while. The best thing because it brought her you.

She fostered at first before moving to adoption when she found that she couldn't be parted from you.

With the lockdowns tentatively over now, things had started opening up again.

Like the carnival.

"They're rigged," You tell her.

You're still little but you speak well for your age, well advanced when compared to any of your peers.

"Rigged?" Mary laughs," Where've you heard that word?"

"I read it," You say," In a book."

"Oh. I forgot I was taking a genius out."

You make a little noise of acknowledgement before turning back to the carnival game.

It's most definitely rigged.

All of them are.

This one is one of those basketball toss games where you know the ring is only just wide enough for the ball to get through. If the throw isn't perfect then it'll hit the rim and bounce away.

Mary is looking at it with concentration though and you snag her belt loops, tugging lightly.

You hadn't meant to stop in the first place but you'd caught sight of one of the prizes.

One shot in got you a keychain.

Two shots got you a little inflated ball.

Three in meant the prize was a small toy.

Four was a medium sized toy.

Five was a big toy.

The big toys are displayed at the very top of the game. A lot of them a bears or big puppies but a handful of them are birds. They're in lots of different colours.

Yellow seems to be the most prominent colour but then it's pink. The one that caught your eye is blue though.

You like the look of it a lot but you also know the odds of winning it are slim to none.

Five perfect shots in a row is very difficult especially when the backing board behind the hoop is angled at a way that means if the ball hits it, it won't go into the hoop in the slightest.

"Mary," You say, tugging," Let's go."

Mary doesn't move though. "You want the bird?"

"Yes."

"Then let's try."

"No."

"You don't even want to try?"

You shake your head, scuffing your foot into the dirt. "It's not worth it, Mary."

"Would it make you happy though?"

"Yes."

"Then let's try."

"But-"

"Come on, birdie," Mary says," We'll try a few rounds and if we get it, we get it but if not that's fine too."

It costs five pounds for five balls and Mary fails abysmally for her first round.

It stokes something in her though, especially when your eyes dart away from the toy with every missed shot.

You've had a rough go of it, Mary thinks as she pays for another few rounds. Before her, you'd had a failed adoption. The couple had wanted you but then the wife had gotten pregnant and they realised what they actually wanted was a biological child.

It had fallen through and you'd bounced for a few days before being fostered by Mary.

She'd worked hard with you on understanding that she wasn't going to abandon you. She'd worked hard to get you to accept her as a maternal role in your life.

But that illusive word still evaded her.

She didn't need it, not truly. She knew what you thought of her and you knew what she thought of you.

She'd do anything for your happiness, including draining her bank to win you this stupid blue bird.

Your eyes had lit up when you'd seen it but you seemed fairly realistic for such a little kid.

These games were rigged but Mary refuses to let that stop her.

You want this stupid bird.

She'll get you this stupid bird.

Her hands are sweaty as she grabs her last ball. The others, surprisingly, have all gone in after nearly fifteen rounds of this stupid carnival game and it slowly dawns on her that this is the last shot.

She wipes her hands on her shirt.

"Mary?" You say and she looks down at you," Are you okay?"

"I'm just fine, birdie. One last shot and we can get your bird."

You glance down bashfully, fingers still threaded around her belt loop. "It's okay if you can't make it. We can go on the teacups instead."

Mary frowns, dropping to her knee so she can cradle your cheek in one of her big hands. "You don't want the bird?"

"I do," You say," But...I don't want you to feel bad if you can't get it in."

"Trust me," Mary says," I just want to make you happy."

You look into her eyes, searching for any hint of untruthfulness in them but you find none. You nod. "You should move slightly to the left," You say," And spread your fingers out a little more."

"Thanks, birdie."

She does as you've said and shoots.

The ball goes in and Mary breathes out a sigh of relief, already leaning over the counter to talk to the poor minimum wage worker that's had to sit through all her attempts.

"Yeah," She says," The bird. The blue one. Up top. Yeah, that one."

He has to get a big stick with a hook on the end to get it off and Mary takes it from him triumphantly.

She presents it to you and you gently stroke your hand over the fur.

She's still holding it but you bypass your new favourite toy completely, moving to hug her as tightly as you can.

"Thank you, Mummy."

Mary tries not to let you finally saying the 'm' word affect her, forcing back the tears that want to fall as she hugs you back, raining kisses onto the top of your hair.

"It was my pleasure, birdie."

[spiderb00]

Barbie n ken - Kids out universe

Yn was like Barbie, and Sophia was like Ken. It means that Sophia has a fucking boner for Yn.

Before we start - it's not a complete smut, it's just suggestive, I'm just introducing a few things before starting the chapters of Kids out.

All of this belongs to the Fam out/kids out universe, so if you want to read the previous chapters you can find them in the fam out masterlist.

And you can also find headcanons and things about fam out in the #fam out, on my profile. Have fun <3

It started with a joke, an innocent joke between Sophia's family. When you first went to meet Sophia's family, you tried everything you could to impress them and convince them that you were perfect for their little girl. So you cooked with her mom, helped her dad change the tire on his car — when the tire went flat in the middle of a ride — and even helped her siblings beat the level in the game they were fighting.   

All of this earned you one of the funniest titles you've ever had, "Barbie." One night, when you were all talking, Sophia's father made an innocent joke, saying that you were like the real-life Barbie and could practice all professions. Although he was only joking, he wasn't wrong, and Sophia knew it. Oh, she definitely knew that. 

Sophia admired how you could do ANYTHING, if you knew, you would, and if you didn't, you'd learn to start doing it. It was something of your personality that the Filipina loved, maybe she would even feel things when you showed that side of you, and it's good for you that you showed it almost always.   

The shower had broken...  

And two of the Kats couldn't take a cold shower anymore, whenever they got out of the shower, they would have a thousand complaints to make.   

"URG! I hate this shower, I thought the technician would come today?!" Daniela says, leaving the room with an angry expression.   

From the couch you can hear the Latina's complaint. Today was your day off work, so after texting Sophia, and finding out that Filipina was off duty, too, you quickly hopped in your car and drove to the Kats' house.   

"What is she talking about?" You asked Sophia, who had her head on your chest, her eyes glazed over the movie you were watching on television.   

"The shower in her and Manon's room is broken, with no hot water." The Filipina responds, moving and trying to get more comfortable against you.  

"I could take a look, it doesn't seem like a big deal. In fact, it reminds me of when I met you." Sophia lifted her head from your chest, looking at you with big eyes.   

The truth is, the thought of seeing you fix anything made Sophia extremely... excited. Biting her lower lip, Sophia shook her head, standing up and saying she would ask the girls if it was okay for you to check out the faulty shower.   

When Manon and Daniela agreed, without a second thought, you grabbed the small toolbox, which was in your trunk, and headed towards the girls' bathroom. You soon saw the problem, grabbing your tools and starting to do what had to be done. Your concentration was so great, you were missing the extremely dirty look your girlfriend was giving you. At the same time that Sophia wasn't proud of her thoughts, she also thought that you and she are dating, so fuck it.   

She observed everything. The way your hands fiddled with the tools, the way your shirt went up a little - exposing your skin - every time you raised your hand, the way your veins were more apparent when you put in the slightest bit of force, damn it, even your face of concentration was driving her crazy. 

Putting everything back in place, you turned on the shower, putting it on warm temperature, and then gradually increasing it, just to make sure everything was working. When everything seemed good, you closed the toolbox, giving a smile to Sophia, who seemed too hypnotized to reciprocate.   

"Okay girls, everything working." You said, leaving the bathroom with Sophia behind.   

"Oh my god Yn, you're an angel." Daniela said, throwing her head back as she thanked you.   

"Thank you Yn, you saved us." Manon said, smiling at you.   

Before you could even answer properly Sophia had already pulled your hand, just giving you time to say goodbye to the girls before being dragged out of the house. Seeing Sophia taking your car keys from the keychain, Yoonchae quickly jumped out of her place on the couch, the girl had taken the place in front of the television after you left.  

"Where are you going?" Yoonchae asked, curious to see if she could come along.   

"Yn has a few things to sort out. I'll be back later." Sophia said, still dragging you by the wrist.   

You tried to understand the situation, with Sophia still tugging at your wrist, you tried to call her, running out of answers every time.   

"Sophia! What are you doing? I have nothing to solve." You said, pulling your wrist from the girl's grip, making her turn to you quickly. 

"Yes, you do! You will resolve the situation you left me, and you will resolve it properly. Now get in the damn car and drive to your house." The Filipina said, looking at you as if daring you to disagree with her. 

With a smile on your face, you finally understood what had happened. Raising your hands in surrender, you turned around the car, opening the door for Sophia to get in, closing it soon after and going to the driver's seat. That would be a long afternoon.

As a child, you didn't know exactly what you wanted to do with your life, precisely because you had many skills, you didn't know which one to choose to do for the rest of your life. But at a certain point, you fell in love with cooking, so when you finished high school, you decided to do gastronomy, and now you had a really good job as a chef's assistant.   

 In fact, that has always been your position at the restaurant, "The Plaza" originally started with you and your mom, she did the food, you helped and delivered the orders with your old bike. You two spent a long time like this, working just to keep up with the bills, and the small restaurant had been a way your mother had found to distract herself after her divorce from your father.   

Even though it had an unpretentious beginning, the restaurant took a huge leap in growth, becoming a 5-star restaurant years later. Your mother was a great cook, she had a gastronomy diploma stored in the drawer for a long time, and when she finally started using it, things started to move towards success.   

When you decided to study gastronomy, your mother jumped for joy, so when you turned eighteen, she officially hired you and taught you everything she could. The Kats constantly went to The Plaza, especially when you were working, the Kats loved the food, and Sophia loved to see you in uniform. 

You were warned that the Kats were at the restaurant. Washing your hands and saying you'd be back in five minutes, you walked quickly toward the restaurant hall greeting the customers you saw regularly with a friendly smile.   

"Look if they're not my favorite girls." You said, approaching the table where the Kats had sat. Sophia getting up from her chair and leaving a kiss on your lips.  

Yoonchae standing up too and hugging your waist, making you hug the younger girl back. After releasing Yoonchae, the rest of the Kats greeted you with smiles, all with menus in hand.   

"Have you been waiting too long?" The restaurant was packed, and there were people outside waiting for their tables.  

"Just a little bit." Sophia said, still standing next to you, the shorter woman leaning over you, resting her chin on your chest.  

"You could have called me." You said, placing one of your arms around Sophia's waist. The sleeve of your uniform was pulled up to your elbow, showing some of the tattoos you had.   

"We told her that, but your girlfriend is boring." Daniela said as she put the menu on the table.   

"Well, make your requests and I'll try to advance you." You say, winking at Sophia, that you seemed to want to melt into your arms.  

While the girls were busy figuring out what they were going to ask for, Sophia still had her chin on your chest, looking at you with puppy eyes.  

"What do you want?" You ask, laughing lightly, already knowing that the Filipina had something in mind.  

"You look so sexy in uniform." She said, standing correctly and running her hands over your chest, until she placed them on the back of your neck.   

"Sophia, we're in the middle of the hall" You said embarrassed, but still putting your hands around the waist of the woman.   

"Can I sleep at your house today?" She asked, her puppy eyes shining at you, as she tilted her head to the right side, her glossy lips now had a beak. Fuck! How could you say no to her?  

"Of course, my love. But now I have to go." You said, kissing her lips once more and pulling away quickly, but not without losing the sly smile on her lips. 

You were happy, and even though you had a big job ahead of you, you were still very happy. The parts to assemble your new setup finally arrived, it was a PC with much more capacity than your old one, ensuring that you could play many more games and in better quality.

You were about two hours assembling and putting everything in its place, and you weren't even halfway through. Your shirt had been thrown on the floor for a long time, you now wearing only a Calvin Klein top and sweatpants, Scooby and Max had already slept, giving up watching you put it all together. You were alone with the dogs, but you knew Sophia would be back in a few hours, she and the Kats were rehearsing a lot for the Jingle Ball performance.   

Before you even had a chance to think of her again, the rattling of the door could be heard downstairs, the security alarm remained silent, signaling to you that Sophia was home. The Filipina screamed your name, making you respond, following the sound of your voice, Sophia found you in one of the rooms of the house, the one you had chosen to set up your game room.  

As soon as Sophia arrived at the door, she stopped suddenly. She saw you, shirtless, hands fiddling with something, she didn't pay attention. How would she pay attention to the crap you held when her wife was shirtless? Your back muscles showing when you made slight movements. Looking down, Sophia saw how perfect your ass looked in those sweatpants and she wanted to grab and bite every inch of your body.   

"Yn." Sophia called.  

"Hm." You replied, without taking your eyes off the thing in your hand.

"Can we go to our room?" Sophia said, her voice sounding remote.   

Delicately dropping the thing you had in your hands on the table, you turned to Sophia with a confused expression. Giving her now the view of your breasts and your abdomen, the Filipina was about to jump on you.  

 "Is everything okay with you?" You asked, seeing the shorter woman approach you, taking your hand in hers.  

"Yes, but in a few hours we may not be able to walk anymore." She said, dragging you into the room, closing the door with a thud. 

I debated a lot with myself if I should post this as a Fam out chapter, but it kind of doesn't fit as a chapter, because it doesn't make the story move.

And it also can't be put in Kids out because it's not necessarily an smut, so it's just some random situations that happened in the kids out universe (as it's more inclined to the sujestive side I thought it would be better that way)

Anyway, the requests are closed, but if you have any thoughts about fam out (or about any other story) you can still send me in the inbox, I will answer <3

[nakylvr]

Hey can I request a Megan x fem reader where reader is sick but trying to hide it from everyone until it’s time for practice and they just like can’t keep up or something goes wrong. I love your works so much!!

this was actually so fun to write thank you so much for requesting 🫶

— SICK DAYS

megan skiendiel (katseye) x fem!reader

warnings/tags: fluff, sick!reader, established relationship

main masterlist | katseye masterlist

being sick was not something anyone enjoyed. you surely didn't enjoy it. it was a hassle to deal with, especially during practices and other schedules. you had woken up feeling incredibly hot, with a sore throat, and your body aching. but, you had gotten well at not showing it as much, so time went by without anyone really noticing anything.

except megan, of course.

from the second you stepped foot in the dance studio, megan could tell something was wrong. she knew you didn't like expressing when you were sick and would try to push through it in order to not miss anything or get behind, so she didn't say anything of it. instead, she walks over to you and wraps her arms around your waist from behind after you set your bag down, resting her chin on your shoulder.

"how are you feeling?" megan asks.

you can immediately tell it's her by the way her arms snake around your waist and a small smile forms on your face. "mm, fine," you respond, your hands resting on top of hers. "just tired."

megan hums shortly and nods her head. "let me know if you need anything, okay?" she says softly, pressing a short kiss on your cheek

"okay," you reply, gently patting her hands.

megan's arms unravel from around your waist when the choreographer tells everyone to get into position, and she spares another glance at you seeing your pale face before everyone gets into their positions.

merely 30 minutes into the practice and you already feel like you're going to pass out. you thought you would be fine enough to at least push through practice, but you were seriously feeling like you were going to be sick. but still, you didn't say anything. even with your pale face and shaking figure.

"from the top again!"

you internally groan as you hear the choreographer say that. that being said, you still get into your normal position and start the dance again. you're not sure if it's noticeable how unwell you're feeling, but you know it definitely is when you end up tripping over yourself and hitting the ground with a dull thud. you let out a noise of discomfort when you land on the ground, and you can hear the others calling your name as they all hurry over to you.

"yn!" megan is the first to reach you, cradling your face in her hands as if you would break from the slightest touch. "are you okay?"

"i'm fine," you answer, the raspiness in your throat evident you weren't feeling well. "jus-just give me a minute."

megan doesn't take that for an answer once she hears you speak, and she rests her hand on your forehead to immediately feel your hot temperature. "you're burning up. are you sick?" she asks you.

"i'm fine," you say again, shaking your head and sitting up.

"uh-uh," megan shakes her head. "i'm not letting you do that. we're going back to the dorms, okay?" she tells you in a stern but soft voice.

all you do is nod your head in response, your throat hurting too much to reply as megan helps you up onto your feet and you immediately lean against her. you're half paying attention to what she's saying to the choreographer, but you guess you're allowed to go back when you're being led to the door by your girlfriend.

as soon as you make it back to the dorms you're throwing up in the bathroom. megan has a hand rubbing your back and the other holding your hair up to keep it out of your face while she says quiet reassurances to you. by the time you're done, you feel completely exhausted.

"do you wanna lay down?" megan asks you, her hand resting on your back.

you silently nod your head and megan helps you get up off the floor. she walks you to your room and lays you down on your bed, looking down at you.

"do you need anything?" she asks in a soft voice.

"no," you manage to get out, shaking your head. "you can go back to practice now."

"i don't need to," megan responds. "i'm making sure you're okay, and that's my first priority over practicing."

you're sure if your face already didn't feel so hot that you would be blushing from the words spoken from her, and a smile makes its way onto your face. "then would you mind getting my laptop and watching a movie with me?" you ask with hope.

"yeah, of course," megan answers instantly without a second thought. she grabs your laptop and sits next to you on the bed. "what did you wanna watch?"

"ponyo," you reply, resting your head on her shoulder.

"ponyo it is," megan says, opening the movie and starting to play it.

you're trying to focus on the movie, but you're body is so tired that you find yourself dozing off every few minutes. the exhaustion finally reaching your body as you end up falling asleep within thirty minutes of the movie.

megan notices as soon as you fall asleep. she obviously knew you were exhausted and would hardly get through the whole movie, so when she glances over and sees you asleep, there's a smile on her face. she closes the laptop and sets it beside her before pulling you closer to her. she knows she'll be sick by tomorrow morning, but she doesn't mind. that just means she gets to skip more practice and be with you, a win-win.

[nagiseishirro]

hello!!! slight trigger warning for SA (and i would like to preface that you do not have to write this if this makes you uncomfortable!!)— can i pls request blue lock characters (isagi, nagi, chigiri and any others of your choice) finding out about reader’s history of being SAed and comforting them :') ?

again, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to. i love your writing, take care of yourself! <3

hallo!! don't worry, 'm perfectly okay with writing these :3 KINDA OOC NAGI?? i'm so sorry i've never written anything like this before and i really don't want to write anything that would be uncomfortable so i made sure to avoid any sensitive topics at ALL.. BUT I STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! im sosososo sorry if it's not what you wanted,, if you wanna change anything feel free to ask me again!!! i'll definitely try to change it according to your request

warnings: might be ooc, nagi's might be done a little overboard (sorry), mentions of scooting closer to chigiri.

ISAGI YOICHI:

he nearly missed his goal.

"...what?" everything about isagi was screaming incredulous. "you— ..are you, serious? you're not joking with me right, 'cause if you are i'll.. i'll be really mad at you."

though, the way your lips pursed, and the way your eyes held the slightest throb of guilt just made isagi melt.

"i believe you, (name)." he sputtered out the instant he heard your silence.

"...sorry, i've never— been in this situation before but," he paused, heeling a soccer ball up into his palms.

the ball nudged, so gently against the borders of your stomach and chest. "i'm here for you. ...if you need it, of course.!"

...your hands reached out slightly—they didn't need to stretch much to accept the football prodded at your abdomen.

it's a simple, straightforward gesture, but it meant everything—a symbolism that, for as long as soccer exists, for as long as there is even a single football in the world, isagi's with you,

and he knows it'll exist forever.

SEISHIRO NAGI:

"...really?" nagi's game was still running, but not for long once the jarring sound of a bold "game over" disrupted his surprise—nagi turned off his game immediately. he made sure to choose his words, for once. "...you should've told me sooner, i wouldn't have been all over you without asking if i'd known..."

"does that mean we can't cuddle 'nymore..?" nagi'd sulked, but he wasn't waiting nor demanding an answer from you. you'd find yourself under a pool of blankets almost immediately.

he wasn't quite sure whether you would want him to physically comfort you after that confession, so instead of him cuddling you, he'd let your (his) blankets do the hugging.

"...we can stop the (name) limousine, or the nagi limousine. and the carrying, and cuddling. 'nless you want to, of course. whenever you're ready, (name). i can wait."

CHIGIRI HYOMA:

"...and it's been how long?" the air wafting noises of a hair dryer had come to a halt, chigiri's undivided attention solely locked onto you now.

"don't need to answer that." he stopped you with a palm before your face. "did you know? it takes about twenty-eight to forty-two days for skin cells to fully replace and regenerate over old ones."

he flicked the switch of his drying device until it popped the middle—a setting of "not too cold, not too hot."

"you can say you've been completely rebirth after forty-two days. come, scoot closer." he patted the spot in front of him, hands gently tapping on the freshly tumble-dried sheets to offer you a seat. "want me to dry your hair?"

[callsign-swan]

Lunar

Chapter One

Rhett knows werewolf fighting rings existed. But that was where his knowledge ended. That's until he finds a frightened, scarred little thing hiding behind the chicken coops. That's until he finds you.

Rhett Abbott Werewolf AU

The calfs had never been this hard to deal with before, Rhett thought as he rode along the fence line. Something had them agitated, he knew. He could feel it in the air, too. Something not quite right. Different, but not exactly wrong. His family didn't seem to be aware of it, whatever it was. Something kept Rhett quiet: his family didn't need to worry about it. It was probably just anxiety. 

Calfs going missing was nothing new. But, in past seasons, they had been in another pasture. The Abbott's had spent most of the morning searching their property: looking in the empty pastures, looking in the barn, anywhere they could have gotten. 

Two calfs missing, separated from the herd. Missing calfs were money down the drain, his father reminded him. But it was more than that, Rhett knew. But he also knew Royal Abbott would never admit just how much he cared for his cattle. He was a cowboy, after all. Raising cattle was their livelihood. 

Rhett hummed to himself, an old Johnny Cash song, as he rode. He patted his thigh as he hummed along, an action that used to spook his horse. But she had gotten used to it by now, thanks to all of his training. 

There was a hole in the fence, just big enough for a calf or two to fit through. Rhett jumped from the saddle. He crouched down in front of the hole in the fence and looked at the tufts of fur attached to it. He recognised the colour more than anything: brown, soft and smooth, easy to role between his fingers. Definitely calfs. 

And just past the hole in the fence was the woods. 

The woods weren't dangerous, not in the slightest. Safe enough that Rhett’s young niece was allowed to go hiking in them. There were dangers further in, mountain lions and wolves and such, but she knew not to go that far. 

 But, if the calfs got lost in the woods? Rhett would never hear the end of it. His dad would have his head. 

"Come on, Pumpkin," he whispered and tugged on his reins. He watched as his horse's ears flicked back and then returned to their relaxed state. She grunted, but she followed him through. She would follow Rhett anywhere. 

Climbing back into the saddle, he clicked his tongue and rode on. Pumpkin kept her head low, relaxed as she walked. Rhett's girl, trained from a foal. She was teenaged Rhett's entire world. 

The woods felt...

A shiver went down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. It was like someone was watching him. When his horse raised her head, her ears forward, he patted her neck. "You're okay," he muttered and scratched her withers. "You're okay."

He didn't know who he was saying it for, himself or his Pumpkin. 

A noise in the woods had her stopping. "Come on, girlie," he mumbled and tensed his legs against her sides. Silly noises in the woods were all things she should have been used to, all things he had trained her to ignore. 

He breathed in. There was a scent in the air, something unfamiliar. Not the damp smell that usually encompassed the woods after rain, not the scent of the birds in the trees or the plant life on the ground. Something new, something intriguing. Something sweet. 

But he could investigate later. For now, he had calfs to find. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Standing up, Rhett pulled his phone from his jeans. He swiped his finger across the screen and placed the phone against his ear. "Yeah?" 

"We got one calf," His big brother, Perry, said. In the background of the call, Rhett could hear his father, shouting something as they wrangled the calf. "You got the other?" 

"Not yet," he mumbled, his eyes scanning the woods. But that sweet smell was so damn distracting. 

Their father shouted something. "Dad says hurry up," Perry repeated. 

Rhett grumbled something under his breath, something his brother wasn't supposed to hear. He ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. 

He watched his horse's ears flicked forward. She could hear something, Rhett realised. He jumped from his saddle once again, grabbed her reins and walked towards the noise. 

When the calf appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, beautiful," he whispered and held his hand out to her. 

The brazen little thing opened her mouth and mooed at him. "Okay, okay, I hear ya," he whispered. She was light enough that he could pick her up. It wouldn't be that way for much longer, he knew as he carried her back to his horse. "Let's get you back to your momma."

He placed the calf in front of his saddle and climbed onto his horse. The walk through the woods, back to the Abbott ranch, was calmer now that they had the calf. Rhett calmed down, ignored the strange, but not unpleasant, scent permeating the woods. 

His priority was the calf, was getting her back to her momma.

He took her across the ranch, to the pasture the cows had been placed in. The hole in the fence would need fixing, he knew. He knew he would be the one to fix it. 

"You coulda just roped her," Perry said as Rhett approached the herd. 

He slipped from the saddle and grabbed the calf. As soon as all four hooves her on the ground, she went running towards the herd, towards her momma, towards the rest of the calves. They were a troublesome lot. 

Rhett breathed in deep, that sweet, unfamiliar scent no longer in his nose. He glanced back, glanced towards the direction he had come from, but Pumpkin stepped in front of him, blocking his view. 

"There's somethin' in the woods," Rhett mumbled as he followed his father and his brother out of the west pasture. Those fences were secure, he knew, but he still didn't trust those calfs. 

"Not our land," Royal replied as they put the horse's back in the barn. "Doesn't concern us." 

He was right: it didn't concern them. But Rhett couldn't stop the way his mind returned to the woods.

*** 

You were so damn hungry. The woods seemed like a pretty good place to look for food, somewhere you could put your natural hunting instincts to good use. For once. 

But there was competition hidden in the woods. Mountain lions and coyotes. Natural predators, much better at hunting for food than  you were. 

It was a miracle such predators hadn’t disposed of you, yet.

Night after night, you laid awake in the woods. You kept your body hidden beneath piles of leaves and branches, your scent dampened by mud. Keeping yourself hidden as best you could to protect yourself.  

But you weren’t going to last much longer.

When the calf wandered in front of you, sweet and gentle, too new to the world to be wary of you, it should have been an easy meal. All  you had to do was lunge. All you had to do was bite down on it before it could run away.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You watched from your hiding place, tucked between a tree and the undergrowth, as the calf chewed on some wild flowers. Such a sweet little creature, you tried to get closer.

New, unfamiliar noises filled the woods. 

Your initial and silly reaction was fear. You didn’t need to be afraid, though. Not when you were an apex predator. But you were an apex predator on your last legs

The silent beast, you kept as still as you could beneath the undergrowth. Your breathing was quiet and shallow, your every breath painful.

Human. 

No. Not human. 

He was like you.

You watched from beneath the undergrowth as the man and his horse rode towards the calf. He had to know you were there, had to be able to smell you, right? You couldn’t stop the way you projected the scent of your terror.

He was here to get you, to take you back to the ring. 

When he jumped from the horse, your heart almost stopped. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath his boots as he walked, as he headed towards you. 

No, not you.  

The calf. 

He was heading towards the calf. 

Still, you didn’t breathe. You watched and waited for the man to leave. Your eyes followed him as he bent down to pick up the calf. That was the first good look you got of him. Long hair hidden beneath a brown Stetson and a red plaid shirt on his body. He had big hands, easily grabbing a gentle hold of the calf. His thin smile was warm as he looked down at the calf, as he lifted it into  his arms. Strong, too.

He was just like you. 

He opened his mouth. 

His deep voice went right through you, reverberated around you and wrapped around your body. It had the power to keep you warm, keep your belly full and stave off your fear and your worries.

His voice was so damn beautiful. 

Risking unveiling yourself, you shuffled around until you could get a better look at him. You watched as he placed the calf on his horse. His big, terrifying horse. He pulled himself into the saddle. His large hand moved over the calf’s fur, smoothing it down and soothing the calf all at once. 

The horse obeyed when he clicked his tongue and turned when he pulled on the reins. No, not pulled, simply placed his reins against her neck. 

Maybe he was a kind man, but you couldn’t risk finding out.

As soon as he was far enough away, but still in your line of view, you allowed yourself to breathe properly. Deep breaths that made your lungs hurt. 

Just like his voice, the scent of him surrounded you. Earthy and rugged, but also sweet, like wildflowers, like the damp after the rain. You could’ve rolled yourself in it, surrounded yourself with it for the rest of eternity.

Standing up, you shook off the leaves that were stuck to your fur. Your hunger was forgotten about as you followed the path the horse had taken, following the man’s scent. 

He disappeared out of the woods, rode towards a ranch. Shit, you didn’t realise you were so close to people. People that could have helped you, if only you were brave enough to ask for help.

At the edge of the woods, still keeping yourself hidden, you watched as he returned the calf to the herd. You watched as the horses were returned to the barn and the cowboys returned to the house. 

You laid down, your head resting on your paws as you waited for him, the cowboy in the red plaid shirt, to step out of the house. His scent had disappeared from around you, and you released a whine. 

The cowboy stepped out of the house and you raised your head. You watched as he climbed into the blue truck and drove across the ranch. He drove through several sets of gates, heading towards the woods. 

Heading towards you. 

Fear suddenly seized you. You backed up, your back end against a tree, tail flattened against your legs. Making yourself as small as you could, you hit between the raised roots and just listened. 

There wasn’t much you could hear from your position; he was still so damn far away. But you listened as he hummed along to the music playing from his truck. 

The Stetson was no longer on his head. This time he wore a cap and an old jumper, already motheaten and full of holes. You could just about see the shirt peeking through said holes, the red contrasting against the muted green. 

You left the safety of the tree roots and got closer to the treeline. If you could just get closer, you could get your fill of his scent. Breathe it in, commit it to memory. 

As the pretty cowboy worked, you listened to his humming. It was like he was humming to you. Your mind drifted as you listened to him, imagining a life different to this one. 

A life where you weren’t terrified of everything, a life where your ears weren’t scarred and ruined. A life where you hadn’t grown up fighting other werewolves. A life where you had somebody you loved.

[yandere-sins]

Hi! I saw the request that involved the poly trio of the yan! Ghost, the darling and darlings best friend (reader) and it honestly just scratched my brain perfectly.

So if it's alr, I was wondering if it would work with Konig? I know he isn't really one for sharing in the slightest, but perhaps if he found himself vaugly fond of us, as while I'd imagine the darling being a ballsy, hothead- we'd be quiet and meek like in the Ghost fic and perhaps that while darling was definitely the center of attention, that reader was easier to deal with because of no kicking or screaming or hateful words and he'd perhaps just occasionally give us a pat or seek attention from us when things were rougher than usual with darling?

Perhaps this prompt would be darling went after Konig's gun or smth a bit ago and maybe he's currently fuming and darling is locked in a bathroom or smth and we maybe attempt to be the peacekeeper and try to smooth things over? (Not because we want to be nice, but because we know it's better when Konig and darling are calm rather than there being screaming and violence) and we try to meekly approach and convince him to calm down some? Sorry if this didn't make much sense and I really like your writing!

Thank you for requesting!! I hope I came close to your idea! ^-^

»»————-———— ♡ ————————-««

You flinched when the bathroom door was slammed shut, almost slipping from the carrot you were cutting, but luckily, the knife missed your fingers. The screaming and fighting had finally ceased, but you didn't know who won this time as you continued to prepare dinner. However, the answer was easily determined as König stepped out of the hallway and into the living room, the fabric mask on his head moving as he shook his head.

"Scheiße," he muttered, and you put down the knife, knowing the sound would agitate him more. Scheiße meant shit, you knew that by now. He wasn't happy, it seemed. The knife made a soft clink! as you laid it flat on the countertop and he whipped around towards you, both of you startling like two deers in the headlights, and you muttered a soft, "Sorry..." while you two tried to gauge each other's intentions.

It wasn't like your captor was really terrible to you. Indifferent suited your relationship best, and you liked it that way, hating it when the attention was on you. His attention had proven to be obsessive, violent at best, from what you witnessed. It was a relief that the focus was more on your best friend than you. It was her that he was concerned about, her that he wanted. And you were just a means to an end for your friend to like him more. Their third-wheeling pet, basically, even though it was an awful situation for both your friend and you.

For a while, no one said anything. The situation was tense enough that your nervous babbling might have made him explode. König never touched you, never hurt you in the ways he did to your best friend. Subjectively, she was much worse off than you were. Still, you could never know when that giant of a man would finally snap, and you didn't want to be within his reach at that moment.

"I just..." he started, heaving another deep sigh and gripping his forehead. With his weird mask on, he looked comically like a killer from a movie, but you realized early that he wasn't that hard to read even without seeing his face. "She grabbed the gun, okay?! Why would she do that! It's dangerous! She could have gotten hurt!"

Nodding, you played along. Of course, you knew why your friend grabbed the gun, but you chose not to tell him. On this planet, you were the last person that wanted to upset him—your friend did that well enough. It hadn't been her first attempt at getting rid of him. She was righteous to the core, fuelled by courage and almost stupidly confident in what she was doing. You admired her for it, considering you were the one always close to knives yet too afraid to even use them.

You could never be her. It was just too scary to think about.

"I don't get it..." König grumbled, grabbing his wrists and anxiously twisting them in his grip. For someone confident enough to capture two people and lock them in his apartment in a make-shift family situation, you came to realize his anxiety was pretty terrible. He seemed a little happier when you all sat down to eat together or watch a movie. Still, usually, he was a nervous, pacing wreck who got desperate when your friend refused him any kindness.

But on the other hand, you had all the time in the world to observe. You noticed every fidgeting of his hands, even underneath the table. You caught all the badly-hidden attempts to flirt with your friend and how she simply didn't notice. By now, you could even tell if he was frowning or smiling underneath the shirt, just from the look in his eyes. It was the best you could do in this situation, but it helped, occasionally.

He looked downright scary now. You didn't like him when he was a soft-spoken fool in love, but it was worse like this. Just how were you supposed to act? How could you not make yourself a target while also helping your friend, who probably banged and locked the door behind her in an attempt to get away from him? The hide-and-seek the two often played when things got rough almost always ended in either a broken door or your friend starving herself for days while you had to deal with an irate kidnapper. If possible, you wanted to avoid that.

"It's... it's really dangerous."

"Right?! I've told her, I—"

König stopped mid-pace and slowly, suspiciously, turned around, his sentence coming to an abrupt halt. Even laid in shadows, you saw his eyes widen, then narrow, his invisible eyebrows raising in surprise before they furrowed. His sudden doubt was no surprise—you had never agreed with him before. And although he seemed like one sometimes, he wasn't as much of a fool as it might appear. Even if you were just the pet, the extra—a side character in a story that did not involve you, you had never tried interfering before, always too scared to be the next target on either's hit list. Tensions were high, and maybe it wasn't the right moment to play devil's advocate. But maybe there was some kind of role in this play. Maybe you could change the story after all.

"I think she was just so scared; she didn't think about herself getting hurt."

"What..." he gulped, still not so sure if he should entertain this conversation with you. However, his curiosity won over. "What is she scared of?"

You felt the thin ice you were treading with your intervention crack beneath your bare feet. You! was the obvious answer to König's question. She's scared of you, idiot!

But you wouldn't say it. Wouldn't put either of you captives into this position of angering him deliberately.

"B-Burglars," you stuttered out, the first best thing that came to mind. Stupid, fucking stupid. The front door itself was locked better than Fort Knox. This was the highest building of a highrise. How was anyone going to break into here?

And yet, König stilled. He didn't move an inch, although his eyes seemed to fixate on you, and you felt the sweat pearl on your face. He knew it was a lie; he must have known that it was a really, really bad lie, too.

"Are you also scared of burglars?" he asked all of a sudden, and you froze, not expecting the question. This could have been the point where König decided that you were a useless accessory, and you wouldn't have been surprised if he had just picked you up and thrown you against a wall to end your existence.

Perhaps your fear had driven you mad.

"Y-Yes?" you breathed out, sounding like a question rather than the obvious statement you should have made. "Are you?"

Biting your tongue, you watched as König crossed his arms. His shoulders fell, his posture growing less tense and more thoughtful as he looked up at the ceiling that he almost hit with his head. It wasn't before long that you heard the long drag of his breath before he sighed, letting his head fall forward. There were two short jerks of his head downwards, almost like a nod to himself, and then he looked up. Really looked at you. He only needed three steps with his long legs to cross the distance between you and him, and you tumbled back in fear, leaving the knife on the kitchen counter like a dumbass.

That's it, you thought. That's how it ends.

"You go for their weak points," König mumbled, gesturing towards his stomach. "When it's obvious that it's a man, you kick him right here."

Pointing his hands downwards, your eyes made an instinctual glance before you caught yourself, immediately avoiding looking at your captor's crotch for more than the millisecond you already had.

"Verstanden?"

That meant, "Understood?" You were learning German bit by bit. You gave a short nod, and it made König hum in approval.

"Gut." (That meant "good.")

"Now, for a woman, you can do that, but it won't be as effective. You should—wait, I'll show you."

You flinched as König raised his hand, his palm settling at the back of your head. There was so much confusion about the sudden self-defense he spoke of, but when he grabbed a handful of hair, you winced out of pure fear, although the grip wasn't strong at all. When he guided your body and head forward, you did as you were instructed, with absolutely no resistance now that you were at his mercy. He could probably snap your neck just by yanking your head hard if he wanted, so there was nothing you could do but follow.

"You grab the woman and kick her leg-" he tapped the tip of his foot against your shin to demonstrate, "-and when she loses balance, you slam her head into a surface. Downwards is more effective, but a wall will do."

With more gentleness than you thought he could muster, he forced your head forward, almost close enough to hit the kitchen counter. You whimpered as you feared for a moment that he'd actually give you a demonstration of what he was telling you.

"And not like that," König explained, tapping your forehead on the solid surface. "But like this."

And then, out of nowhere, he yanked your hair back, and you had not even one second to catch your breath before he drove your head forward again with such skilled fluidity that your life flashed before your eyes.

It was like all your senses had given out from shock, but the pain that you expected never came. The back of your scalp was a little itchy and agitated from the pulling, but you expected your head to be smashed in would hurt a bit more than just the feeling of him tugging at your hair.

Slowly, you opened an eye, trying to see what had happened. When your sight adjusted, you saw the marbled countertop just inches away from you. Reaching up, you grabbed the edge with both your hands, making the situation more real as you realized nothing had happened. You didn't hit the counter, and you didn't die.

Your knees began to wobble as tears filled your eyes. This was terrible, the situation was one nightmare after another. But you were so thankful to still be alive. König's body shifted closer to yours as he leaned forward, his hand still locked in your hair. "Verstanden? Don't be forgiving. It's you or the burglar, and they won't show you or your friend any mercy. You need to know how to protect her."

You gave a slight, faint nod as his fingers unwound from your hair, although his touch lingered. Awkwardly, he stroked down your shuffled hair twice, patting you lightly between your shoulders as you wouldn't move from your bowed position.

"Good. You're a good learner. Next time, I'll bring you a training partner to practice."

Much to your own surprise, you managed to give a short hum in reply before your knees finally broke away beneath the stress, and you sunk to the ground. It scared König almost as much as you, but you barely noticed his fussing until he picked you up, a squeal escaping you as you were lifted even higher than the kitchen counter was.

"Mein Gott, you are both so frail! Why do you two always refuse to eat meals when you are that easy to pick up? You'll surely get kidnapped one day; that's why good food is so wichtig."

With your heart pounding out of your chest, it was hard to keep up your broken understanding of the German language. He exclaimed something sounding like my god, and from his wording, the phrase he used sounded almost important—was that what the other word meant?

The irony of him thinking you could get kidnapped passed you by with the shock.

König settled you down on the living room sofa, and you breathed a sigh of relief as his arms vanished, the immediate danger in your life moving away, only to stand barely a breath away from you, arms akimbo as he mustered you from high above. You tugged in your legs, hugging them to your chest in an attempt to feel any sense of security.

What should you do now? How could you continue being a good friend while also saving your own life?

You learned a few things that evening—mainly how to defend yourself. Learned it from the man you wish you could protect against. Your friend was bold and rebellious, but you, too, had it in you to make a change. König was crazy out of love for her, but he wasn't as ruthless as you thought him to be. You'd even go as far as to say he was overprotective and a bit paranoid, which played right into your hands.

"Are..." you scrambled, your throat dried out from screams you didn't know you held back, every word you wanted to say scratching along it like his fingers had against your scalp. "Are we... wichtig? To you?"

There was a painful silence for a few seconds, and you only dared one glance upwards at his face, his eyes returning to being unreadable.

"Of course you are! You two are the most important things in my life— I mean... Your... your friend is the most important person to me, but you are wichtig, too! You are, you... well, du bist du, and that's good!"

You were stunned as you listened to him blabber on as if embarrassed. And no second later that König said his piece, he stomped off, seemingly agitated. You heard him knock twice on the bathroom door, calling for your friend to come out and have dinner with you. The next thing was the unlocking and slamming of another door, followed by many locks being put in place on the outside.

Du bist du, the sentence slowly registered in your mind. You are you, and that was all you were to him, but for some reason, it felt good. Comforting. You are you, and that's good. The words kept repeating in your mind. It was vague, but given how König seemed to be a vague person, this was better than being no one, right?

You heard the creaking of a door before tiny, barely audible taps closed in on the living room. Your friend didn't look much better than you must have after the whole ordeal, but her gaze was filled with confusion and sparks of awe.

"What did you do?" she asked you. "You made him leave us here?"

"I don't know," you mumbled, touching the back of your sore scalp. "I told him you took a gun because you were scared of burglars, and he showed me how to defend myself, and I don't know what happened then; it was all so fast."

"Oh my god..." your friend whispered. "That is the chance! Now, we can find a way to get out or get help! Come on!"

She dashed back into the hallway before you could even agree to her plans. But all your courage, all the fight you had when you tried to mingle into their affairs, seemed to have left you. You may have learned a lot that evening, but it also made you realize you knew something she didn't.

You two were important to König. One way or another.

Even if it meant teaching you how to defeat someone, even if it meant putting himself in danger, König was keen to use all the tools he had to protect what was important to him. However, you were no fool to think he'd let you get too comfortable with the strength and tools he was giving you. Because the truth was something only he and you were sure of now:

You'd never defeat him.