#these people see adults having fun and lose their minds

[donnerpartyofone]

This morning I went over to the church to see my favorite guy, who is so often surprising and challenging. He seemed a little out of sorts today, stammering and losing his place; I sometimes worry about this old guy, and I was paying attention. Then at the end of the mass he said that they're having air quality problems in the rectory and the EPA is involved. I hope he's not getting brain damage!

It was sort of funny, though, because the homily was about having trouble focusing--not being able to concentrate, and having anxiety about the future. That was pretty relevant to me, medically and otherwise. I'm writing this on the morning of the new moon, just to be extra flaky, about how much trouble I have forming goals.

Pursuing goals is also hard, but step one should be having a vision, and that's the really impossible part. When I was a little kid I had two ambitions: to be a writer, and to be dead. The latter thing represents one of the main motivating forces in my life, which is pain avoidance. I think this is the chief motivator of many people without them even realizing it; comfort-seeking itself can be a form of pain avoidance. Pain avoidance is not a legitimate goal, it's more of a reflex, and it can become a preoccupying distraction from any kind of actual ambition (especially as fulfilling ambitions often involves some amount of discomfort). Focusing on what you do not want is not equivalent to focusing on what you do want.

I never had a very good idea of what I want. I found this out when I went into therapy as an adult; I couldn't formulate any notion of what I wanted out of life. I couldn't even come up with any masturbatory, pie in the sky fantasies. I might vaguely be able to say something like "a bigger, nicer apartment", but I can't come up with any compelling ideas about what that would even look like. I try, but I know I'm faking it. Certainly part of my interest in religion and occultism is the idea that I could train myself to really clearly conceptualize any kind of goals or desires. In the case of occultism specifically (and, let's be honest, many forms of self-help), visualization is always a key element. In recent years I learned that I am abnormally incapable of forming mental images, and I have come to believe that this is intimately connected to my inability to figure out what I want or how to get it.

Nearly all of my thinking is verbal. I found out what aphantasia was while talking to my dad, who is extremely visual with an excellent grasp of spacial relations (something I have almost no concept of). He was shocked when I said I can't really picture anything, asking me "Then how do you do anything?" He said when he decides to make a sandwich, for instance, he automatically sees himself performing the actions of sandwich-making, and sees the aspirational sandwich in his mind's eye. Visualizing is essential to his entire executive process. It so happens that I am aphantasic and I have a lot of executive dysfunction. I no longer think this is coincidental.

(I'm also very faceblind, and I think this is connected; something to do with the ability to reconstitute a visual memory and relate it to something that is presently in front of me. But anyway...)

Perhaps oddly, I am an artist, or at least I have been. But I've never been able to draw from my imagination, like at all. The best work I've ever done is all swipes; I am a great believer in swipes, it can reveal a lot about your personal style and obsessions and when you re-draw someone else's art. But I can't just sit and think up something fun to draw, even when I try to just doodle I'm usually responding more to the lines I see emerging on the paper than anything I'm thinking or feeling. I think this is related to the fact that I'm an obsessive scopophile; I take in a lot of detail from my environment, and I watch movies with the same attitude and frequency with which most people listen to music. Recently I started to joke that I have an image deficiency and that's why I have to consume huge amounts of visual media, I need the external infusion. But like, it's not that much of a joke, maybe.

In my 30s I randomly developed this condition where scar tissue grows over your corneas, and I had to have a series of freaky eye surgeries. My doctors always asked if I grew up somewhere warm and sunny and windy, if I do a lot of outdoor sports (sometimes this condition is called "surfer's eye"); I thought this was pretty funny since I couldn't be more of an indoor kid, although maybe cycling is somewhat at fault. Still, my preferred diagnosis is that I watch so much trashy and violent crap that it literally scars my eyes. It's as good an explanation as any! And it does have this weird synergy with my other visual problems.

Anyway, it's not as if I've done absolutely nothing with my life. Quite a few personal achievements piled up in just the last couple of years; certainly I've benefited a lot from luck and the good will of others, but nothing would have happened without my own creativity and commitment. I just wish I had more, you know. Vision. I spend too much of my life "taking one day at a time" and waiting for things to happen to me, assuming I don't have much control over my experiences. I'd rather be able to imagine something that I want to happen and act on it; regardless of whether the thing is going to happen, I'd like to be able to formulate a goal other than paying the rent, or like, not waking up and going to sleep in a state of stark terror. I'm not sure how to get myself to that place, but maybe saying that that's what I want can count for something.

Anyway here are some photos of the thoughtfully planted shrubbery from the church. I missed the full bloom of the weeping cherries, but as soon as they die off the shrubs below turn bright red, pink, yellow, and white. It's pretty inviting I must say.

[heckmate]

Not even kidding when I say that if I were to hypothetically make it big as a video content creator I’d never ever post reels on Facebook. What is it about that site that attracts the biggest tar pits known to man

[screamingay]

i was too much of a coward to do All That Gender Stuff in high school so i have to do it now in my 20s and it's simultaneously so liberating and deeply embarrassing

[river-of-wine]

I know I’ve mentioned this plenty of times before but I’m still kind of annoyed by how the fanbase just kind of completely declawed the four lords and placed the entirety of the responsibility for their wrongdoings on Mother Miranda.

The Baker family are great, I love them, they’re an incredible unit of antagonists who are intended to be very sympathetic, at least for the most part. Jack and Marguerite in particular have lost all control over their minds and their bodies, turning into extremely violent murderers and cannibals who threaten and attack their own family, kill anyone unfortunate enough to come across them and, especially in Marguerite’s case, lose complete autonomy over their own bodies. Marguerite turns into a walking bug hive who’s only purpose is to feed her family and birth her new children. Jack is an unstoppable murderous force of patriarchal violence who has so much fun chasing down and harming his victims, which in the Daughters DLC includes even his own daughter. The exception to this is obviously Lucas, who has been cured of his infection and his acting of his own free will. All of this is caused by Eveline, everything Jack and Marguerite do controlled by her, and yet Eveline is just as sympathetic as the rest of them. She’s a ten year old girl. Even Jack, who has watched his family and their victims suffer because of her infection, doesn’t seem to hold any of it against her. She just wants a family of her own, after all. It’s a complex and tragic situation.

The four lords, while I suppose being similar in structure, are not the Baker family. Not in dynamic, not in character, not in the kind of tragedy that they embody. I could talk for a while about just how completely different they are, but I don’t know if I really need to.

The Baker family are so tragic because they were just innocent bystanders trying to help a woman and a little girl they found in a shipwreck out in a storm. That’s the only reason they ended up in the situation that they were in. While the lords have similar origins, being victims of Mother Miranda’s experiments to bring her daughter Eva back, an important distinction between them is that in the case of the lords, all four of them are still acting of their own free will. Yes, Mother Miranda has undeniable power over them. She leads the cult they are part of, she has control over the village, she is their superior. However, I really dislike when every negative action by the lords is pushed onto her, as if the lords are not all grown adults who are for the most part acting independently of her.

With Alcina, she is the head of her own extremely brutal crimes. I think a lot of people have forgotten quite how horrifying the situations of the maidens are, possibly due to the prevalence shipping between Alcina and the maidens, and though we have minimal information what we do know is very frightening. Alcina uses her work force like livestock, draining them for their blood in a cellar full of horrific torture devices, and leaves their corpses to shamble around, armed and ready to attack any unwanted guests that have slipped out of the daughter’s clutches so that Alcina still doesn’t have to do her own dirty work, given how highly above everyone but Mother Miranda she appears to view herself as. While yes, Alcina does need human blood to survive, her methods are brutal, and none of this has been enforced upon her by Mother Miranda. Similarly to Jack on occasion, she takes a great deal of pleasure in hurting and attacking Ethan as he runs from her. Additionally, everything she does to Ethan is against Mother Miranda’s request. While yes, it is retaliation after he killed Bela, the part I often see people leave out is that Alcina is equally as upset that he entered her property and was attempting to steal from her, and she isn’t just after him to kill him.

Alcina has also been an active participant in aiding Mother Miranda with at least one experiment, considering that I’d how she got her daughters. While I’m sure her strong admiration for Mother Miranda and Mother Miranda’s power over her has absolutely had an affect in this, that’s not something I’ll deny, Alcina is still a grown woman and in her written entries about this shows no qualms about her participation in this. Her general attitude towards others, using young women as a good source and turning men into scarecrows, also leads me to believe that she does not exactly care who gets hurt or taken advantage of when it comes to her and Mother Miranda’s personal endeavours.

Donna and Moreau are the two more sympathetic people within the four lords, but they are not innocent. To start with Moreau, he’s desperate for Mother Miranda’s approval, as well as the other lords. He’s insecure and lonely, and he’s doing what he has been instructed by Mother Miranda when it comes to protecting the flask. However, he does also take quite a bit of joy in trapping Ethan in the reservoir and swimming after him with the intention to eat and kill him. Moreau though, given his conditions and circumstances, is the one I think is the least to blame for what he does.

Donna is hard to discuss because we know so little about her. Her parents are dead, as well as whoever Claudia was to her, she communicates through Angie and she can cause those who enter her house to hallucinate. According to Mother Miranda, Donna is severely mentally ill and that is what has made her an unfit vessel. I think a lot of people took this to mean that Donna is unaware of what she is doing, that the hallucinations she is showing Ethan are frightening, but after having been a fan of this game for years I just can’t agree with that anymore. Donna intentionally lures Ethan into her house with visions of his supposedly dead wife. Donna is going after fears she likely knows Ethan has, making him relive Mia’s death, take apart a mannequin of her, listen to her voice panic over something being horribly wrong with Rose, all building towards the horrifying baby that chases him through the house. There is no way Donna doesn’t understand how what she is showing Ethan is distressing, especially when you consider that, given how she can make herself appear and disappear at will within Ethan’s vision and that Angie is sitting in the hallways stationary and unspeaking, Donna was likely close by Ethan at all times and could see and hear his frightened reactions to what she was intentionally showing him.

Donna’s death is upsetting, but Ethan was not just chasing her down and killing her. Donna was attacking him, or at least she was controlling her dolls to do so. It’s still a hallucination, but Ethan doesn’t know that. When faced with a threat that is keeping you trapped and trying to end your life, you will likely try to get away or try to fight back, as Donna is doing to Ethan after he starts to attack her and Ethan is doing to Donna when he thinks his life is still in danger. I would also like to remind everybody that Donna communicates through Angie. What Angie is saying, that’s Donna. Angie doesn’t talk or move once she’s dead, it is Donna who controls her.

Lastly, Heisenberg. I think Heisenberg is the one of the four most entrenched in headcanons. Headcanons are fine, I am never in this post trying to suggest they aren’t, but my issue comes in when people use them to try and change the canon of the game. For example, it’s fine to believe that Heisenberg was experimented on by Mother Miranda as a child, but that isn’t canon. It’s fine to believe that Heisenberg mourned the deaths of his siblings, but that isn’t canon. The opposite is, with Heisenberg not viewing the cult as an actual family and being very openly mean to all three other lords, even Donna and Moreau who seemingly haven’t done anything to slight him. While his goal of killing another Miranda is a very understandable and sympathetic one given what she has done to him, using a six month old baby as a weapon and trying to bring her father into the mix only to try to get him killed when he denies him is not. I cannot overstate quite how little Heisenberg actually cared for Ethan and Rose’s safety when it came to his goal, and given that we are playing as Ethan, Rose is the priority.

Heisenberg has built an army of corpses he has presumably stolen and desecrated. This is kind of fucked up actually, and done completely independently of Mother Miranda. He also puts Ethan through a very dangerous lycan gauntlet before he even reaches the factory, which makes it even stranger to me that people seem to interpret Heisenberg’s deal as something that would have benefitted both him and Ethan and as if he ever had Ethan’s safety in mind.

All four of the lords have tragic aspects to them and there are definitely reasons to sympathise with all four. They’re victims of Mother Miranda, who knows they will all be killed. She wants them to be, giving her less to deal with by the time she has Eva back. They never meant anything to her. Not Alcina or Moreau, who were desperate for her attention. Not Donna, suffering from her unspecified but apparently severe mental illness. Not Heisenberg, who was seemingly her favourite creation. However, all of them are grown adults who do their own bad things independently of her.

And it’s fine to still like them. It’s fine for them to be your favourite character. It’s fine to have happy or nice headcanons about them or want to kiss them or be their friend or to want them to have survived. It’s fine to like characters who do shitty things. It’s to be expected in a game series like Resident Evil. It’s a horror game series. People are going to do bad things.

I just find it so boring when people take away all their bite. What makes a character like Lady Dimitrescu so fun it’s that she’s completely over the top. She’s campy and ridiculous, her castle layout makes no sense, she’s got three kids made of swarms of flies dressed like a set of goth triplets, she’s a lesbian who’s castle is full of naked statues of women, she turns into a big dragon and laughs maniacally while flying around and trying to eat you. She’s evil and it’s fun. It’s the same with Heisenberg. He’s a campy show off with a fun voice and a massive hammer he never actually uses. He can control metal. He looks like a cowboy. He pronounced Miranda in a funny way. He talks to you over an intercom while trying to get you killed. They’re fun and evil and they fight over who gets to kill Ethan like they’re two little kids. It’s absurd.

What makes a character like Donna so scary is that she’s silently working in the shadows, unassuming at a first glance and unseen for most of the time in her house. She is the least threatening of the four upon first glance, and yet she has undeniably the most frightening part of the game. Pretending as if Donna is completely unaware of what she is doing and babying her like she is an incapable child waters her down completely and takes away from the effectiveness of her character.

Villain characters are great! They’re very often the highlight of the story they are in, and they aren’t real! The four lords especially are often so completely exaggerated in what they do as well. It’s fine to like villains! It doesn’t make you bad! Characters can be bad people and you can still like them!

It’s just frustrating seeing a group of very fun and exciting villains, all designed with different aspects of horror, all over the top and campy and stupid and fun, all doing their own set of fucked up things, watered down to a set of poor innocent victims who have never done any wrong ever. If you want Jack and Marguerite, take Jack and Marguerite. Lady Dimitrescu loves killing and eating women and Karl Heisenberg turns corpses into soldiers. They’re bad people and they do comically exaggerated bad things. If you can’t stomach liking a character like that, horror is probably not the genre for you. Unless it’s Resident Evil 7, I suppose, but apparently tall women aren’t hot when it’s Marguerite Baker crawling on the walls.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP: Dog Walker

Danny needs someone to walk his dog.

He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.

Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.

So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.

The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesickness—that was where his dog came into the picture.

He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.

That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.

This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.

He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.

Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.

Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.

"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.

"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"

"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.

"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.

"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."

Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.

"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"

The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."

Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?

Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.

Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.

Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.

[01zfan]

rotten valentine | p. wb

fwb!wonbin x fem. reader | 4.5k words

contains: red flag wonbin, he’s kinda toxic, this is like the evil version of necklace

happy (late) valentines day!

the fourteenth day in the month of february came and went for you each year. it wasn’t always a normal day in your life—it used to be an event. writing every single one of your classmates names on a note with candy attached and receiving what seemed like thousands back. the excitement and magic of the day devolved from elementary school, turning into the occasional candy gram you would get from your friends in junior high. by the time you got to college, valentine’s day had just become another day. 

you were well into adult life now, and your life was drained of all romance. you forgot what it was like to kiss someone you were dating and your last serious relationship felt like a distant memory. it felt like romance was make believe, something manufactured in movie studios to make profit. you had suitors and you had the dating apps, but nothing sparked that same feeling you found yourself chasing late at night.

wonbin was someone you yearned for. he came into your life like a meteor, crashing on the surface of your mind and killing all potential thoughts you had of finding someone else. 

you saw him first at a party, the dimly lit room failed to hide the way he looked at you. his gaze pierced through the sea of people and you found yourself thinking about the scenes in the movies. this was the part where wonbin came up to you and cracked jokes with you all night, woo’ing you and calling you pretty. you rationalized that wonbin didn’t have his script when he unceremoniously came up to you, pulling your attention way from your friends. you followed him like a moth to a flame deeper to the dance floor, where the music was so loud you could barely hear him. he took a sip from his cup, letting it rest in his hand. you barely had wonbin’s attention as he leaned over to request a song to the dj.

after making the request wonbin leaned against the wall and continued to drink. the previously muted yellow light that made you feel like the party was shot on film turned to a deep red. it felt almost choreographed as as wonbin’s eyes raked down your body. in any other instance you would’ve been disgusted by a man looking at you with so much lust. but you felt proud that you had piqued his interest. you didn’t want to lose him. 

the music changed to the song wonbin requested and he smirked. you found that he donned that look anytime someone did what he wanted, so smug like he knew no one could deny him. it was the same smugness that made his eyes stay on your chest as he took another sip of his drink.

“did you come alone?” wonbin asked.

you looked behind to your friends that kept a careful eye on you. you’re shocked wonbin didn’t notice them. maybe he was too caught up in you to notice.

“i came with my friends.” you said.

the lights started flashing red, making the party around you feel like a nightclub. people started dancing to the song more frantically than before, moving from gentle sways to jumping on the makeshift dance floor. some people bumped into you, making the drink in your cup raise over the rim and splash on your hand. wonbin remained untouched on the wall a look of amusement on his face as he looked at the partygoers have fun because of his song suggestion. the dj gave him a nod of acknowledgement and you could see it go directly to his head. the confidence made you dizzy just like his perfume did when he beckoned you to come to his corner. you placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself and wonbin brought a hand to your hip. his hand was comforting just like the smell of aged spice that flooded your nose. wonbin looked at you for a moment before leaning to your ear.

“wanna ditch your friends?” he asked. 

his amusing smile didn’t waiver, his curled up lips so close to your face you felt it on the shell of your ear. you knew he knew your answer. you didn’t even have to nod as you turned around to get through the dancing crowd. your mind was buzzing with alcohol as the beautiful man followed behind you. your friends had joined the cluster of partygoers as you walked up the stairs. they couldn’t even see you through the haze of smoke clouds and flashing lights. if you were in your right mind you would’ve joined them, squeezing your sweaty body through everyone till you made it to your group. but nothing else mattered to you except for getting wonbin alone, and wonbin’s hand on your ass was guiding you there.

wonbin’s collision with you that night wiped away all common sense you had in regards to him. if you had half a mind you would’ve told him you don’t fuck strangers at parties or fuck on beds that aren’t your own. but any rational thought was out the window when it came to wonbin. anything to feel the euphoria of being pressed into the sheets and hearing him moan because of you. his sloppy passion from his tipsy state paired with his precise thrusts made your throat raw from your cries. you had never felt that way in your life. that’s why each time he hit you with his late night messages you responded. it always started with a text, so non assuming and casual it made your head hurt.

you up?

you hated that your life had come to this, chasing after someone so bad for you. it had gotten to the point that you couldn’t bring wonbin up anymore in your friend’s presence, visible aggravation showing on their faces. you vividly remember when your friend gave you a wake up call. you should’ve listened, she wasn’t wrong when she told you about wonbin. he was hot and cold, only reached out to you when he needed to feel something wrapped around him, and took advantage of your lonliness. you nodded your head and felt the sting of tears as she comforted you through acceptance. 

the intervention was no use; you went back to him that night. you held strong for an hour, until wonbin attached an i need u to the end of his initial text. you couldn’t resist going back to wonbin when he said he needed you. you had gotten so used to seeing people kiss in movies that you started thinking kisses tasted like stale popcorn and artificial sweetener. but wonbin’s kisses tasted like vanilla and his lips felt like clouds. how could you not go back to him?

it didn’t help that wonbin knew it was wrong to play with your emotions. he wasn’t a bad person by any means, just someone who needed constant temporary company. he did all he could for the girls he had sex with and communicated what he was looking for before the arrangements started. but you were different. you were innocent and naive, still believing that the romance in movies was something obtainable. wonbin liked that about you, he believed the fact that you were a hopeless romantic made you better in bed. it made you ride him even if your legs were burning and it made you relax your throat and let your tongue go limp so you could take all of him. it also made you come back to him over and over again. it was almost too easy getting you to make the late night drive to his apartment. 

wonbin tried to ween himself off of you for your own sake, but you didn’t let it last long. it was usually wonbin to text you first, and he thought that you would just move on with your life if he never reached out to you again. so when the time came around that wonbin would send the infamous text, he just masturbated to get sex off his mind and went to bed. but while he was sleeping soundly you were tossing and turning, checking your phone every ten minutes waiting for your bat signal. 

you hated to admit it felt like you were at your lowest those three days you had no contact with wonbin. holding out and not texting him was the last bit of power you had in your dynamic with him. your mind rationalized that as long as it was wonbin texting you, you had some semblance of control. but you willingly tipped the scale on day three, telling wonbin you wanted to see him. the way he read your message immediately made your heart swell, the three bubbles in the gray text made you regret everything. it was like you were taking the biggest risk of your life waiting for a response from him. 

you were lucky that your risk played out well for you that night. you relinquished the last authority you had to wonbin by telling you that you needed him, but he made it up to you when you showed up at his door. the way he moaned your name and marked your neck made you truly believe that you were his. wonbin fucking you into the mattress made you believe that romance movies and couples holding hands had nothing on this.

when you woke up next to wonbin the next morning, nothing had changed. he was still uninterested in getting involved romantically, only offering you a tired goodbye as you got up from his bed. 

after that, you knew you had nothing else to gain from your relationship with wonbin. it never stopped you from putting on your coat and driving over to him, or knocking on his door. but that didn’t stop you from opening your phone when he sent you his text.

sorry for going ghost

busy week at work.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes like you didn’t miss him. atleast he had the decency to try and explain the situation. you knew that it was the truth—wonbin didn’t care enough to lie to you.

couldn’t stop thinking about my favorite girl though

you just wish wonbin wasn’t so fucking awful. you wish he didn’t know it either. he knew how awful he was for calling you his favorite girl even though you were on his backburner all the time. he knew how awful he was for hitting all your spots just right, for knowing your body so well within a few minutes. and he was so fucking rotten for knowing how to get you to show up at his door late at night.

you walked up the stairs to his apartment after he buzzed you in. you wish you could say you weren’t tingling with excitement going up the stairs. knowing that wonbin wanted to spend time with you regardless of the circumstance made you happy. it was hard to not believe you weren’t the most important person in wonbin’s life when he looked at you that way when he answered the door.

the view before you was shocking—wonbin stopped trying to be sweet about your hookups a long time ago. he had ditched the casual clothes and started answering in just his boxers and a white tee to let you know what his intentions were. he stopped leading you to the couch to uselessly chat you up and ask questions he didn’t care to hear the answers to. now all wonbin did was answer the door and immediately lead you to the bedroom, expecting you to ditch your clothes on the way. but this wonbin answered with a gummy smile and kissed you passionately in the hallway of closed apartment doors.

”i missed you.” wonbin said sweetly when he pulled away.

you were too busy staring at him with wide eyes to answer. he pulled you into his small apartment, closing the door and locking it. wonbin took in. your shocked expression and laughed—he was so fucking awful.

you hated that wonbin’s apartment was tidy. you believed that if you could find just one disgusting thing about him you would be able to take off the rose tinted glasses, but his apartment was even cleaner than yours. it was always dimly lit but you could make out the decorations and see the color palette he was trying to achieve. you could tell a musician lived here, from the edited sheet music that laid on the coffee table and his guitar resting on the couch. you had dreams of him leading you to the living room and playing you a song that made him think of you. but you had to settle for wonbin leading you to his bedroom.

wonbin walked to the edge of his bed while you took off your shoes and jacket. usually guests take them off at the front door, but you weren’t given the privilege to put your things on the coat rack or your shoes by the front door. you had to settle for throwing your jacket on the back of his chair and your shoes by the door. you don’t know wonbin was like that, but you’re sure finding out would’ve only made you feel awful.

after taking off your coat and shoes, you walked around wonbin’s bed to him. his head followed you all the way from his door, watching you with careful eyes.

you stood in front of him, playing with the ends of his hair. wonbin wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach. it was hard to not feel somber in these moments, with him being so touchy. you had seen wonbin in the mornings when you’d sneak away, hair splayed out on the pillow as the sun caught on his eyelashes. he looked so pure in those moments, nothing like the man that put you through emotional hell. his lips were soft even in the morning. even though wonbin was the devil in some aspects you couldn’t deny he wasn’t an angel, especially in the morning when his face was the first thing you woke up to. he was rotten but also so sweet, awful but so good. he was an enigma in your life, and it was a shame he didn’t want to be yours. but maybe if you sucked his dick good enough you’d change his mind.

wonbin continued to look at you as you got on your knees before him, slotting yourself between his legs. wonbin lifted his hips off the bed to take off his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. his dick was hard and heavy in your hand. you rested your head on his thigh, bringing his tip to touch your tongue. wonbin propped himself up on his arms after taking a look at you, he knew you knew what to do. he ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh when you took in as much as you could, using your hand to occupy the space you couldn’t reach.

you head still rests on his thigh when he brings himself upright again to look at you. you want to make sure he’s watching when you relax your throat and touch your nose to his stomach. wonbin grunts now, bucking his hips up in the slightest way to make you gag.

you take wonbin from your mouth to try and regain your composure. the hold he has on your hair tilts your head up. wonbin looks at your teary eyes and swollen lips. his dick pulses in your hand as he looks at how ruined you are. inside and out, all because of him.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” wonbin says.

you whimper at his compliment and take him back into your mouth after licking a long strip down the shaft that makes wonbin hiss. he’s cruel and enjoyes withholding the sounds he truly wants to make. he believes it makes you work harder. when he hits the back of your throat he lets you hear a whimper and when your throat vibrates as you gag on him he moans. 

“so good,” wonbin whispers. “almost there.”

and you are so good. wonbin has hands in your hair is just for show. he doesn’t have to push your head or buck into your mouth to get what he needs to cum down your throat. you just do it because you like him more than you should. the premise of being close also gives you the vigor to continue, ignoring the pain in your knees from kneeling on the ground and the soreness of your jaw. it makes you flick your tongue over wonbin’s tip, and when his hand suddenly tightens in your hair he cums without warning. wonbin’s legs stiffen under your palms, and he lifts his hips up slightly to meet your lips.

the only time your defiant is when it comes to swallowing wonbin’s cum. you never turn down eating it but each time your eyes switch from lust to disgust. you take it all because wonbin wants you to, but each time you stick out your tongue and make a bleugh sound.

“you need to drink some fucking water,” you grimace. “your cum tastes like toxic waste.”

that’s the only peak of your strong personality that wonbin gets to see. any other time you are so docile and pliant, saying your yes’s and please’s and thank you’s. you are more mysterious than him sometimes, the way you successfully hide so much of your personality from wonbin. maybe he just doesn’t care enough to pick more at your surface to find out. but maybe if you knew how to use the mysteriousness to your advantage wonbin would be more intrigued by you. regardless, you always go back to the same docile fuck buddy when wonbin lifts your chin up to look at him.

“you like eating it though, don’t you?” wonbin says simply.

you mindlessly nod you head and your eyes are filled with the same look of adoration before he came in your mouth. it makes wonbin equal parts turned on and smug, his limp dick already working back up to a semi.

wonbin moves back on the bed and you get up from the floor to follow him. you stumble onto the sheets, doing everything in your power to not show how stiff your knees are. you crawl towards wonbin sitting against the headboard with that stupid smirk on his face. he looks down at your chest. the way your breasts hang freely makes him want to put them in his mouth, or hold them tightly until you squirm.

when you’re leaning against the headboard wonbin hands you a water bottle resting on his bedside table. the bottle has collapsed in on itself slightly and had condensation inside. you thank him anyway for the room temperature water—it’s just what you need because wonbin is the one who gave it to you. you finish the bottle, but the taste of him still remains on your tongue.

“thank you.” you say

wonbin still looks at you as you place the water on the other bedside table. he smiles at how shy you suddenly are, waiting for him to initiate the next part of the night. something about you makes his libido increase tenfold. his dick is already hard and straining against his lower stomach.

“how do you want it? want me to be romantic?” wonbin said sarcastically.

you looked at him in confusion, not sure where the second comment came from. did you let something slip again in the heat of the moment? did he pay attention to your instagram story that was indirecting him?

whatever wonbin meant, it was long forgotten when he leaned into you to kiss you again. it was sick how good he was at kissing, even more sick that passionate kisses meant nothing to him. someone should only kiss their lovers the way wonbin was kissing you. he was so gentle pressing his open mouth against yours, pressing his tongue against yours so gently. you have never been kissed this way you’re entire life, it was twisted that wonbin expected you to not catch feelings by the way he carefully touched your face and didn’t pull away from you until you lost your breath.

he was rotten for treating you like glass. when you had sex with other men, they would tear off your clothes impatiently to fuck you as soon as possible, but wonbin always took his time. he would pull down the waistband of your sweatpants while still kissing you, all you had to do was lift your hips. he never took off your panties with your pants either, always giving your under garments extra care. he knew how to take off your bra with one hand and shimmy you out of your panties with the other, pulling away from your lips to sigh contently when you were completely naked for him.

“so gorgeous.” wonbin said, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

wonbin guided your body to straddle his hips, letting your pussy rest on his hard dick. he enjoyed this part the most, being able to feel how wet you were without being inside. he liked how shy you got sitting on top of him, swiveling your hips to spread your slick on his shaft. wonbin liked that you were just as dirty as he was and that you were able to adapt to what he wanted so quickly. he looked down to where you two were almost connected then looked up to you. wonbin liked the glint you had in your eyes, like you were waiting for him to say something.

“wanna ride me?” wonbin asked.

you nodded and lifted your hips up. wonbin maintained eye contact as he grabbed his tip and used the knuckle of his finger to rub down your folds, until he found your entrance. he let go of his dick and his hands found your hips. wonbin looked to you, waiting for you to give him permission to slowly pull you down to him. but you took matters into your own hands, sliding your body down his shaft slowly.

wonbin couldn’t stop his moan from coming out, and you could only look down at his face for a moment before feeling heat creep on your face. you let out a tiny moan and collapsed your body down to tuck your face into wonbin’s neck. you also gave up trying to ride him, making him thurst up into you.

“so cute.” wonbin said breathlessly.

he pressed your lips to his absentmindedly while he continued to fuck up into you. you don’t know why wonbin kept craning his neck awkwardly to see your face that rested on his shoulder. you don’t know why he was making himself uncomfortable just to see your face contort in pleasure. you had spent so many other times having sex with wonbin while your face stayed buried in his neck. this was to personal, especially when he used his hand that was holding your ass down to tilt your head up. it felt like wonbin’s blown out eyes were looking straight into your soul, watching you be consumed by him completely.

seeing wonbin so enthralled by you was what brought you to your peak. your moans pierced through your throat, and wonbin finally let you go to your safe place in his neck. while your body went stiff from pleasure, his slow speed increased significantly. the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and your hands on his shoulder dug into his skin for stability. he was awful for letting the pain from your nails only spur him on. he didn’t stop while you clenched around him uncontrollably, or when your moans turned into babbles and cries. wonbin wrapped an arm around you and held you close, still thrusting up into you.

“take it baby—fuckkkkk.” wonbin groaned.

you could feel the sudden heat inside of you and wonbin pulling you even closer. his hips stilled and you milked him, both of you basking in the heat and electricity of the moment. it was you pulling away from wonbin now, looking into his face that he pressed against the pillows. you raised your hips up before gliding back down, feeling white molten lava seeping out of you. wonbin got whiny almost immediately, wincing from the overstimulation and the feeling of you still seizing around him. you loved this part the most, seeing him completely at your mercy. you basked in the thought of his other girls walking in and seeing you two like this. like you were the dominant one, the one cooing at him that it’s okay. but you were reminded who called the shots when wonbin used his strength to still your hips and pull himself of of you. 

you rolled off of him and caught your breath, wonbin did the same but took significantly longer than usual. the next time you inevitably end up on top of him you’ll have to do the same thing again.

while wonbin composed himself you walked to the bathroom and peed, cleaning up the wet patch on your thighs when wonbin pulled out. the worst part was after everything when you were in the bathroom alone, contemplating if your relationship with wonbin had changed. fuck buddies didn’t fuck like that you would always think to yourself. but then wonbin would come in and have that same smug look from the party. you were reminded who you were and who wonbin was and what your relationship was. it was painful, but it was necessary. you got up from the toilet wordlessly and flushed so wonbin could do the same.

you go back to his room to put your clothes on and head for the door. you’re sure wonbin would come out of the bathroom and not spare a second thought about the empty space on his bed. it was for the better. you decided in that moment you would leave his apartment and never come back—this time you were serious. maybe you would make something of your day tomorrow to celebrate your freedom. you thought that rotting in your bed and regretting your decision about wonbin seemed way more appealing than going on a walk or watching a movie. when you turned the doorknob to get out you heard wonbin’s sink turn off and the sound of him speed walking through his apartment.

you looked at the wonbin, eyes flitting to his marked neck and bed head. he still had sleep in his eyes when he took your head in his hands. you gave into him completely as he bent your head down. he pressed his warm lips to your forehead. it caught you by surprise the sudden affection. it kept you frozen in place as he pinched your cheeks, smiling as he opened the door.

“happy valentines day.” wonbin said while opening the door fully.

you are frozen at his door as he kisses your knuckles. you had forgotten what day it was and that the fourteenth of february was supposed to mean something. you wordlessly walk out his door and wonbin closes it behind you, walking back to his bedroom to go back to sleep.

[inkskinned]

being single in your late 20s & 30s is so fucking wild bc on one hand it's fun and flirty and you skip a lot of the bullshit because you know what you're looking for and you know how to spot a red flag from a mile away and you've learned to set boundaries and communicate your own and be upfront about your needs and most of the time they've learned it too - and if they haven't, you can tell after the second date that they haven't been to therapy

and every time you feel lonely and dried up and an ugly husk there's a whole community of other single people out there who are just as unhinged and want to hang out with you because they just need a plus-one like you do and you get introduced to like. people in their 60's and 70's and 80's who are all like - nope, single life is my choice and i love it and you feel warm and seen and like okay, it's not the end of the world if i'm not seeing anybody. and yeah it's hard and sometimes exhausting but part of getting better is that you do make like so many friends and do so much wild shit because you made a promise to yourself that you'll actually get out there and try shit and actually work on your hobbies and skills and friendships because to be honest in relationships you wouldn't push yourself this hard and it's actually been super rewarding because it came from you and from what you wanted

and yes of course the apps such and dating in general can suck but after one of the bad dates you go back to your apartment and call up those friends you made and make jokes about what the other person said and it rolls right off your back and you have plans for self-care in the morning. you prioritize yourself and your happiness and you really actually don't mind it, a lot of the time, unless it's like at a wedding and they're doing one of those couples-related things. most of the time it's not even a problem except when you can tell people pity you for it and you're like - i'm actually fine, babe, even without a partner i am still, like a person and yes of course it would be nice to have a partner but you have established yourself as a person and as an adult in a way that feels really hard-won and well-earned and you're protective of that and of the life you're living and honestly you're pretty happy, all things considered

and at the same time you do have to tell your father that you are single on purpose right now and that, yes, believe it or not, they're letting women be single past the age of 30 these days without burning us at the stake (can you imagine!) and you have to kind of sit pretty while people make jokes about how you're losing your marriageability and you're like, a little too old for the bars and the clubs and whatever but you do still want to go out dancing and it's like. the other day you went to a board game party and had the time of your life and then your mom calls you and says she's worried because what if you never find the one, shouldn't you be spending more time looking? and you're like - trying to balance this place where you're actually, like, perfectly okay? except you hear this thing over and over and over - oh no. that's so sad. i hope you find your lover. and you weren't really upset about it until someone suggested that you're running out of time and until someone said that it's so miserable that you live without someone to kiss and you're like why can't anyone believe that i'm genuinely happy. like. joy. like. bliss.

and then they look at you and they look at their partner and the look passes between them that says - poor thing. you're just lying to yourself about this.

[reareaotaku]

I read your last Yandere!Ken headcanons...so I wanted to ask you if you would ever write smut for Yandere!Ken?

I Love You Like a Doll

[God, I hope this is good... Warning, I haven't had much experience with Smut]

Yandere! Ryan! Ken x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1,674 Tw: Smut/Nsfw, Strap-on/Sex Toy, Human! Reader, Kidnapped! Reader, Slight Panic Attack, Loss of Virginity, Porn W/ Plot, Foreplay, Restraints, Dub-Con, Crying 🔞18+ Content due to dark and adult themes. Read at your own risk

He wanted it so bad. He didn't really have the parts to do it, but he learned that this 'love-making' thing is what people do when they love each other. He loves you and he wants to show it to you.

He looked at the toy, confused. It was supposedly a plastic version of human male genitals. There was a belt-like rope attached to it, that he could wrap around his waist and then there was fabric that would cover where his dick would have been. The dildo was attached to it.

It was strange to Ken. He had never seen anything like it. Was this what you liked? He thought it was strange, but he was in no place to judge you.

Speaking of you, he needed to get you food. That was also something he didn't understand about your kind. You needed this substance to survive and he didn't understand it. But because of this, he made it where food was more accessible in Kendom, but it only benifited you. No one else needed the food.

He placed the strap down, before grabbing a plate filled with small snack foods. He leaned on the door of the room you were being held in. He smiled himself when seeing you still tied up to the bed.

You saw the male and struggle against the restraints, before groaning and giving up. He closes the door and goes to your side while setting down the food. He caresses your face, moving some lose strands out of your face.

There were tears streaming down your face and your eyes were swollen and red. If there wasn't a gag in your mouth, you would have been screaming at him.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the gag." He tells you, tilting his head.

You quickly nod, wanting to get the thick ball out of your mouth. When he takes it out, you take a deep breath, greedy for oxygen, since you were deprived of it. He picks up a cracker, examining it, before putting it near your mouth.

"Open."

You did as he said, hoping that maybe he'll let you go if he thinks you're accepting him.

"I was thinking of trying something..."

Your eyes widened, confused. Your mind was racing with thoughts and concerns on what he could possibly be talking about. His mind was corrupt and destroyed, so you didn't know where he was going with this.

"I was hoping you'd let me. I mean," He straightens up, almost as if he realized he was coming off more submissive, "Of course you'll let me. Why would you deny me? I deserve it."

You looked at him like he was crazy, which he was, annoyed by his statement. You almost wondered what he was like before, if this was him at his worse. How could he have fallen so far off?

"And if it goes well, I might consider letting you out of this room."

Your eyes widen in hope and excitement. You should have been more cautious... You should have known better.

He smiles down at you, "Well, I'm glad you're so open."

"What is it that you want me to do?"

He taps his chin, almost as if he was debating telling you. You frowned, tugging harder on the restraints.

"Wouldn't it be more fun if I showed you?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together, your heartbeat picking up. Your amygdala was sending glutamate into other parts of your brain, causing your body to freeze up. It felt like you were being ambushed by enormous tides of water that was quickly drowning you.

You hear the door click as he leaves, causing you to come back down to Earth- Wait, where you even still on Earth? Honestly, you didn't really know. Though, it didn't take long before Ken came back and he was holding something behind his back.

He stands at the end of the bed, before kneeling on it. The divot of his weight feels strange, when your body goes down with it. You watch him carefully, still unsure of his intents.

He finally pulls the thing out from his back. You gasp when seeing the long, thick, dildo strapped to a wrap. You wondered where he even got ahold of such a thing. As far as you knew, Ken wasn't even really human like you were. He had the body of a doll.

"Is it too big?" He asked, genuinely concerned when seeing the fear on your face. "I heard 7 inches was average."

You shook your head. You had never taken anything that big inside you. Granted, you had never taken anything inside, but it was so much bigger than anything you'd ever seen. It was thick and veiny and made you wonder why someone would put that much detail into a toy.

You can hear him unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. You avoided eye contact as he attached the strap to his waist.

"Honestly, Y/n... I don't know what I'm doing."

You looked up at him, as he struggled with your pants.

"I want to do this right," He says it as if he's trying not to cry. He wants to please you. He wants to make you happy. He wants you to love him.

You pull on your arms and he looks up at you when hearing the headboard shake.

"Right, you're still tied up." He hums, "If you promise not to fight me, I'll untie you."

You weren't stupid. If you had the ability to fight off Ken, you wouldn't be here. "Okay. Please untie me, Ken."

He blushes at your begging, before going up to untie you while avoiding eye contact. You rub your wrists, red marks imprinted on them. You groan, before looking up at Ken. He was towering over you, seemingly loss and confused on what he was supposed to do.

"None of you have genitals right?"

He looks at you, "No."

"So you've never done this?"

"No."

"Me either."

He smiles, happy that you had never been this vulnerable with anyone. Granted, he had kidnapped you and he didn't deserve you, but he didn't care. He had you now, and that's all that mattered. He's willing to learn whatever he has to, so he can please you.

He pushed his hands through your folds, playing with it. He had never seen it before, so he was curious. You bit your lip, trying to contain yourself. He wasn't doing anything special, so you felt you shouldn't give him your moans. He pushed his fingers towards your clit, rubbing the hood, before pulling it back and flicking your clit, causing you to lightly squeal.

It was cute. He had never heard a sound like that before. How could he live without it now having had heard it? He kept 2 fingers on your clit, lightly rubbing it, while his other hand lightly pushed through your pussy. He pulled back your labia minora, lightly licking where his fingers had once been.

A loud moan erupted from your throat when feeling his wet tongue. He smirked against you, before squeezing his tongue inside of your wet hole. His fingers play with the outside of your pussy, which makes you wonder if he lied to you.

He pulls away, causing you to frown, before you shook your head. This man had kidnapped you, you shouldn't be liking it! But it was so good. And he was so cute. And he really liked you, more than any man or woman has ever liked you.

He kneels over you, positioning the strap head over your pussy. This was really happening and you were letting it. You grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his perfect skin as he slowly pushed inside of you. He groaned, the strange sensation of pain foreign to him. He bottoms out and you sigh in relief.

You look up at him, but his eyes were closed, as if he couldn't look at you. He didn't want you to look into his eyes and see all of his emotions. So many feelings were rushing through him and they were all very new to him. What was this blooming feeling in his stomach? It felt... well, it felt nice.

You smacked his shoulder, causing him to open his eyes. "Move, please."

He chuckled at your submission. If he knew this is what he needed for you to love him, he would of dont it a long time ago. He pulled out, leaving only the tip, before shoving himself back in. You nearly scream at the intrusion, not expecting it. You pull yourself towards him, chest to chest.

He slowly began to thrust, finding a rhythm as you move along with him. He admired the way your eyes rolled back and drool rolled down your cheek. You were out of it. Almost like a doll.

The second the thought came into his head, he picked up his pace. You did remind him of a doll, even though you were anything but. Your moans became louder as your walls tightened around the rubber dildo. You could feel the tight squeeze and every vein imprinted on the toy.

It was slushing inside of you and the wet sounds of the balls smacking against your ass echoed in the small room. Your words became incomprehensible as your body tightened and you could feel a tight knot in your stomach.

And then, Ken hit you with one last thrust and that tight knot bursted, causing you to loudly moan Ken's name, catching him by surprise, as your cum flushed out like a waterfall. You had never came like that on your own and it was hot.

Though, you did not feel hot. You were sticky and sweaty and your hair was sticking to your face. You must have looked terrible and smelled like sex and body odor. Though, Ken seemed to think otherwise, because he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you."

[luvyeni]

could you please do changbin x thick reader having her first time? i love you work sm 🤍🤍

FIRST MATCH; SEO CHANGBIN

pairings. boxer!changbin x thickvirgin!reader

wc. 1.3k

warnings. virginity loss, fingering, unprotected sex, small small mentions of weight

thank you so much for reading my works, i hope you like this 👍🏼!

meeting changbin at a underground boxing gym, and letting him take your virginity.

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"does this look like the movies to you?" you stared at your friend while she just smiled, grabbing your arm.

"okay, i lied about that, we're here to see the boy i like, he's a underground boxer, we're here to watch his friend in a fight."

"i didn't want to come out to go to the movies, I damn sure don't want to watch two dudes punch each other until they bleed." you blankly stared at her.

"i'm sorry, i tricked you, but i really wanted you to come out, who knows, you might have fun." you looked at you with pleading eyes. "fine, let's go." you both walked into the gym.

"he should be in the back, let's go!" she was in such a rush, she practically dragged you into the next room, walking in like she'd done this 100 time before.

"channie!" you watched awkwardly as your friend threw herself into the man's arms. "you're here? the fight doesn't start for another hour." he seemed like a nice guy."

"i know, but i wanted you to meet my bestfriend, she doesn't get out and meet people much." you glared at her, before sticking your hand out. "＿ it's nice to meet you."

"chan, same." he took your hand into his, shaking it.

"so where's changbin?" he guided both of you to another room, where you could hear the sounds of punching bags being hit. "changbin, that's enough, take a break." the boy turned stopped hitting the bag, stopping it before it collided with his chest.

he was beautiful, his muscular build, he must've stayed in the gym a lot.

"uh ＿, you there?"

you hadn't realized the man was now standing in front of you. "oh, hi." you laughed, embarrassed that you were drooling over the man. "this is changbin, he's the one fighting tonight." chan said.

"it's nice to meet you." his voice was deep, but he spoke with such a soft tone, he made you feel comfortable and safe. "this is ＿, she's a bit awkward don't mind her."

"it's okay, she's cute." you smiled, beating yourself up in your head immediately after, why is this man making you feel like a girl meeting her crush for the first time.

"alright, alright enough flirting, get back to work, you need to be ready for tonight." chan pushed the boy towards the ring.

you never thought someone could look so beautiful, hitting a bag and drenched in sweat, but you were so enchanted by the gorgeous man in front of you, you hadn't even noticed your friend had snuck away.

"yah, you must really like boxing?" changbin was now leaning on the rope of the ring. "oh no, i don't really know much about it."

"then you must really like looking at me, because you've been staring at me for a very long."

you wanted to crawl inside a hole a die, he'd caught you basically drooling over him. "i can see the gears turning in your head, no need to be shy, i like an audience." he was now walking towards you, but the way he was walking, it looked like he was going to eat you.

you weren't dumb, you knew what sex was, it was just that being on the thicker side, you never felt comfortable losing your virginity.

but he was different, he was making you feel things.

"look at you, getting all shy." he moved a piece of your hair out the way. "you really are cute." you could smell his scent, mind going fuzzy... he was way to close.

"i..i have to go to the bathroom." you quickly shuffled away; finding the bathroom, walking in, closing the door.

you let out a sigh of relief once you found safety inside the room. "get it together, you are a adult." you said into the air. "you're acting like this over one cute guy."

"so you do think i'm cute?" changbin stood in the doorframe. "because i think you're cute." he closed door behind him.

"aren't you supposed to be practicing? i don't think chan is gonna like this." you backed up against the sink. "you think? i don't see chan, baby if you'd hadn't been so focused on me, you would've realized they left a while ago." he was now trapping you against the sink.

"it's just me and you."

"changbin, i've never done this before." you breathed, he had you breathless. before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, winning easily.

"let me guide you okay? i'm not gonna hurt you i promise." he was so gentle, caressing your cheek. "okay." he smiled, kissing your forehead, lifting you on the sink.

"i needed you the moment you walked into the gym." he kissed your neck. "so cute, and shy. do you know how sexy you are?" he left little red marks on your neck.

"s..sexy?" you moaned as his hands began to caress your body.

"yes, sexy baby, you are absolutely breathtaking." his hands ran up your skirt, pulling your panties down your leg, "everything about you is sexy." his hand inching higher.

"you're face, so fucking pretty."

and higher...

"your body, oh fuck your body is absolutely irresistible, to busy looking at your thighs, couldn't focus."

and higher...

"changbin, please do something." he finally touched you were you needed him the most. "so wet, i knew you would be." he rubbed your clit.

"oh my god." you moaned loudly. "feels good princess?" you nodded, leaning your head back against the sink, "so good, it feels so good binnie."

he slowly fucked a finger into you, careful not to hurt you. "you're so tight." it hurt, but it wasn't unbearable, you could manage.

"c..changbin i want more." you whined, the one finger, slow place wasn't working amymore. "more? you want another finger."

you felt the stretch as he added another finger, scissoring you open as he sped up the the pace. "changbin, fuck!" you screamed.

"so tight, i can't wait to make you cum on my cock." he rubbed your nipples through your thin shirt. "you'd like that, cumming on my cock." you nodded frantically. "yes, please."

"i'll let you cum on my cock, but you gotta cum on my fingers first." he rubbed your clit, fucking into you faster with his fingers.

"changbin, binnie, i'm gonna cum—fuck! " you came with a loud moan.

he pulled down his shorts and underwear all at once, fisting his cock until it was fully hard. "do you want this? i need to hear you say it."

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "please fuck me changbin." you moaned. "i want you to."

he slowly inched into you, stopping to rub your hips. "you okay?" you nodded, it was very uncomfortable, but it wasn't bad. "just keep going."

he finally bottomed out, hips coming to a halt as he let you settle. "you're clenching around me so tigh, fuck! " he lowered his head in between your shoulder blade, breathing heavily.

"im gonna cum if you keep doing that." he pulled out, before slamming back into you.

"changbin- so big!" you held his bicep as he began to thrust in and out of you at a rough pace. "fuck baby you feel so good."

the location wasn't the best, but changbin didn't even care the way you felt around him, and how sexy you looked, tits bouncing in his face egging him on to go faster.

"s..shit." this wasn't the last time he'd see you like this, see you in general.

"baby— fuck— im gonna cum!" he rubbed your clit to make you cum with him. "cum with me baby." he gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

"fuck!" both of you came together.

"you okay?" he rubbed your hip, slowly pulling out of you. "did i hurt you?" you shook your head no. "i really liked it." he smiled. "i'm glad." he helped you get clean.

"changbin, the fight starts in 10 minutes, hurry your ass out the bathroom!" someone pounded on the door. "okay!" he turned back to you.

"don't leave after the fight, im taking you out for dinner, then i'm fuck you ass up into my bed."

©️LUVYENI

[sp00pypumpkins]

This is how I feel Zero would met player HAHHA, they werent prepared to face an adult human per se XD.

Au belongs to @asamary!

I am going to rant a bit about it under the cut.

He uses they/he pronouns

He is slightly smaller than catnap

So Zero was just in a intership for a short period before he found the truth and wanted to out it but they got him and turn him into a toy! When he found the truth he met the prototype but his fascination of gadgets and mechanism was stronger than feeling fear XD

He can produce energy via his emotions and on his own will if he is in good shape, he met the critters soon after, he was in charge of the time for movies or shows and story telling. His knowledge in mechanism made him be able to have more dinamic storytelling using tricks with lights and such.

Zero then loses their temper electrocuting a scientist not on purpose trying to stop them for taking more kids, in wich the scientist take notice and take him to the labs in wich he got experimented more and amplifying his production of electricity.

He then kept being experimented while being plugged to the facility providing electricity to a portion of it. He became a living generator.

The prototype then offered them to be part of the hour of joy by the promise of revenge and freedom and no more pain, he accepted and shut the facility down from electricity and closed the doors from many places trapping everyone inside.

Now this is where the the au and canon takes different paths

Since in canon Zero gets deceived by the Prototype and was kept as a generator for the prototype (basically he will still be used as a generator by the prototype) the prototype would carve a mouth in the shape of a smile on Zero so he can feed. Zero dislikes him after being betrayed.

In the au since the prototype just killed the scientists and the bad people, Zero is very loyal to the prototype and helps them finding the more bad people by hacking security cameras or websites, but he stays in the town most of the time.

In the au Zero lives in the basement of the aparment the critters live in (if they are in a building and not just a singular house lmao) He produces the energy of a portion of the city, if he doesnt their electricity would go hirewire, he just plugs himself at night and acumulates the electricity in the generators.

If there is a storm and ther ei s apower outage he can easily feed the building, you just need to wake him up and tell him about it.

Zero has 6 minicritters of themselfves in wich some are patrolling and some are around him, they are like security cameras in a way

They go around fixing a lot of stuff around town specially electronics,

He likes to create gadgets, toys or artwork from metal, thats why he would go to the dupmster zone to search for parts and bring them home, they find admiration how the prototype can dissamble an object to create another so he looks up to the prototype like a teacher.

He is usually in the background doing mundane fixes there and there, because he was isolated and the only contact was when they experimented on him, he gets veyr anxious around adult humans but with time you can see he is just a silly guy who adores affection he just doesnt know how to handle it yet.

I like to think they are the guy whom people go when something gets broken or need assitance with.

I really couldnt stop thinkning about the au, its 2 am but I probs forgot things.

If ya dont mind I shall keep doing lil comics about this au with my oc in it qwq

Now just a wip of a future ref I am making

Some fun facts:

He dislikes being touched in the back

The Prototype helped zero gain a mouth and get unplugged from the cables since it was a tedious and careful task.

The minicriters have different shapes (i forgot to put the x body marks on the square anthena minicrtitter :()

Simple shape on anthena= complex shape on body and vice versa.

He can speak human language very soflty but it feels off for him specially if he talks for to long it starts to hurt. (He normally talks in gibberish like puppycat from the show :D)

The stronger the emotion the more energy he can produce

If there are tvs plug on them or he touches them, he can comunicate with those using memories and replicating the voice from that memory (is like doing a collage of different voices and images in a tv) he can also project their dreams on tvs

He is very light

The scarf/coat is attached to them like part of their body.

They are protective of their friends he isnt very strong but will fight for them

He gets sometimes ghost pains in their back, the scale of pain depends of the day

ANYWAYS thats it me thinks I shall make lil comics about all the facts and other stuff other times qwq

If u read everything, thank you and hello! Hope u have a good day :D

Also sorry about the grammar and writting english is not first language and its 2 am HAHAHA

They have a hard time hidding how they really feel because the color their anthena, eyes and stars may change by how he feels

He tries to always stay calm and with right composure but he is actually very emotional, he just had learn how to manage the emotions

[loviingpedri]

one of his girls tonight - hector fort

prompt: he can’t get enough of you.

warnings: cursing, drinking, clubbing, suggestive content, grammar issues, not intense smut (viewer discretion is still advised)

please let me know if more since this is going to be a little explicit.

any italicized texts are lyrics

credits to owners for all images

what else do young adults do in their free time? party, of course.

nothing like a hot saturday night in barcelona when the city was awake as people went out.

“y/n! my sexy girl, let’s go!” going out with your friends at least once a month was a must. meeting new people, kissing strangers, waking up next to someone random.

everything felt like a fever dream. especially that one boy you shared an unforgettable kiss with. last month, you were drunk out of your mind. you met this one guy, he had brown fluffy hair and touched you in the right places. your friends always said you were gonna go home with him and make him yours for the night. until, a random girl walked up to you and slapped you. either you just made out with someone’s boyfriend or someone was a complete control freak over him.

you hoped to see him tonight. some reassurance of what happened last month. and if he’s single, maybe you’ll keep him wrapped around your finger this time.

“alright! i’m ready!” you grabbed your small purse that barely fit anything in it and ran into the uber with the 10 other people in it. “a bit crowded?” you laughed as some people were sitting on each other’s laps.

“anything to save money and not have a designated driver tonight. today’s the day where all hell will break lose.” going out with a group of people was safer, calmer, and more fun.

lately, your life had been hitting every single positive goal in life. you spent your days with the people who brought out the best. little did you know, you would meet the person who would see you inside and out.

getting out the car was a hassle. thanking the driver and running to show your ids to the bouncer. already pre-gamed at your tiny apartment, it was finally time to let loose.

“it’s fucking hot in here.” one of your dearest friends spoke to you as you tried to mingle on the dance floor.

“i just finished my makeup 20 minutes ago and i can feel it melting already.” you fanned yourself to keep composed.

“y/n, that guy keeps staring at you.” looking behind your shoulder. you saw the one and only boy, the one with the best lips you’ve ever felt on yours.

“holy shit. that’s the guy with the crazy girl that slapped me.” you looked at your friend in disbelief. he must’ve went out to the clubs a lot if you continued to see him.

“go up to him. i don’t see her around. ask him what that whole fight was about. take a shot though, you’re gonna need it.” turning around, you could already see his eyes going up and down from behind you. meeting with your friends at the bar and downing shots after shots. finally feeling the alcohol in your system, a new boost of confidence was found.

walking up to him, you spotted different girls surrounding him. as you got closer, he sat up straight and tried to distance himself. sitting down next to him, he sat there frozen.

“hey, aren’t you the guy from a few weekends back?” for a guy who seemed popular around the ladies, he seemed pretty fucking nervous around you.

“yeah i am. sorry about that slap. i don’t know what happened. she’s not my girlfriend by the way. just someone random.” he spoke so fast, fidgeting with his hands. considering you already made out with him, there was no reason for him to be scared.

“you seem very popular. met anyone you like?” he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. you listened closely to the song in the background as he tried to form an answer.

push me down, hold me down.

spit in my mouth while you turn me on. i wanna take your light inside.

“you. can’t ignore a pretty girl like you.” he began to play into your little game. slowly, you touched his shoulder and sat closer to him in a comfortable position.

“oh yeah? well, this ‘pretty girl’ has to know your name first.”

and i’m screamin’ out. give me tough love.

“my name is hector. yours?”

“i’m y/n. you have a little something on your neck.” spotting a red kiss-mark on his neck, obviously not from you, you smudged it off.

we don’t gotta be in love no. i don’t gotta be the one, no.

i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

“wishing it was your lipstick?” he give a little grin, trying to rile you up. you looked at him, his way of words trying to get into your pants was working.

“i don’t need to wish.” within seconds, your lips happened to be on hector’s. your legs straddling him while he rubbed your thighs.

he knows how to get the best out of me.

his hands were grabbing your waist as you felt the material of his pants under you. he continued rubbing your thighs, but he slowly made it up to your ass. as you gasped for air, he decided it was a good time to slip in his tongue.

finally breaking the kiss, you hear him whimper for more even over the loud music. smiling at him, you made your way to his neck and jaw. you planted a few kisses here and there, then you could feel his hand start to go under your dress.

“not here, but i know a few places.” making eye contact, you already knew where this was going.

hector wanted to you to be his girl every night.

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author’s note: author gone wild. imagination got the best of me and i know this is not likely of my stories. let me know if i did good for these kind of storylines!

[hoonvrs]

CIGARETTES

32 u r sobir. die (+written 0.8k)

if there were actually a magic lamp with a genie that would grant jake three wishes he’d use his first to have the his car seat comically flung into the air and somewhere far away from where he is right now.

ignoring the fact that he’s driving with four grown adults in the back of a five seater with his irrational fear of getting pulled over, it surely didn’t help having jisung sitting in the passenger seat looking directly at him the whole time. they wouldn’t even give him the curtesy of putting music on, leaving them allot sit in silence whilst yns friends stare at the driver.

“when did you get your licence?” the passenger princess asked, still facing only with his face and he was starting to get worried that he’d get a stiff his neck from that angle.

“eighteen., he could see jisung giving him a suspicous nod from his peripheral as he gave him a full body one over.

“any points?”

“no, sir.”

“he’s literally the same age as you, why are you calling him sir?” gaeul piped up, knitting her eyebrows together at his weird behaviour.

he was sure yn was feeling the same, trying to ease the tension in the vehicle, “jisung put some music on.”

“no babe, we need to ask some questions,” jake was going to ignore yujin calling yn ‘babe’ for the sake of his dignity, and maybe so he doesn’t swerve the whole car off the road but no one said that.

just as he finally started approaching the party chenle decided to speak up, “so when are you going to ask yn to be your girlfriend?”

“oh would you look at that, were here!” jake has never ran out of a car so fast in his life.

everyone crawled out the car completely forgetting their whole integration as they walk towards the house. yn was the last to step out, walking towards jake instead, “if you want to go and have fun i don’t mind being the driver, really.”

if you thought jake couldn’t be more inlove with yn,  you thought wrong.

“no, no its okay. go have fun, i’ll look after you.”

“thanks pretty,” she leans close to give him a peck on the cheek before walking towards the house. 

thank god she’d turned away so she wouldn’t have to witness jake go concerningly red in the face, clenching his fists whilst trying to not scream the big question right now. once she got right to the door she looked back seeing jake hadn’t moved an inch, “come on.”

+

if all university parties were like this, jakes not sure if he’d attend another one.

it maybe because he’s completely sober so the appeal of body shots and diving through tables aren’t very high right now, but he isn’t here for fun he’s on boyfriend butnotreallyboyfriend protection duties.

speaking of his girlfriend butnotreallygirlfriend where did she disappear to? you look away for two seconds and then you lose sight of what you came for and if he doesn’t find her in the next two minutes he might just have a full breakdown in the middle of the crowd.

after searching the whole first floor he headed for the garden, concluding that you couldn’t have gotten up the stairs drunk with the group of girls talking at the bottom effectively blocking the path completely.

jake gives himself a pat on the back mentally once he see you standing outside with a few people with a cigarette between your fingers up to your lips as you inhale and a solo cup in the other hand. your eyes lit up once they make eye contact with his, screaming for him with smoke escaping your mouth with each syllable, “jakey, come here!”

he walked over like the ‘obedient dog he is’ as sunoo likes to call him. once close enough he sees you shoving your cup to another guy to now use that hand to snake around his arm and pull him closer, “are you okay, puppy?”

if yn wants to call him a dog, yn gets to call him dog.

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you waved his question off choosing to ignore answering it and instead introduce him to a few of the people you were previously talking too. after exchanging a few ‘hi, i’m jake’ he was quickly pulled away by you to a few chairs placed against the wall, “yujin and the others should join in a it but i want some time alone with you.”

jake might genuinely still have the breakdown because he’s not sure if he can handle you talking to him with an audience who can clearly hear you by the way they looked back, “that’s okay. jay and heeseung will probably come here too cause someone offered them a smoke and they don’t know how to say no.”

you giggled at him clearly a little tipsy, covering your mouth with your empty hand as an idea came to mind, “want to try something, pretty?”

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S. NOTES written chap?? oooohh who is sheee

SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

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[raraeavesmoriendi]

Okay but watcher originally wasn’t going to leave the old videos up. Like that is something that they backtracked on and are trying to gaslight people about. They did an interview with Variety where they told them that they were going to slowly remove their content from YouTube.

I’m trying to figure out if you’re footstamping at me or what, but babe it’s not worth it.

they’re going to do with their videos what they deem they need to bc they’re not actually our weird friends and we don’t know them like that, they’re guys who make video series who are trying to figure out how to keep a studio afloat in a landscape currently dominated by media conglomerates owned by people like jeff bezos. that is the cut and dry of it. yeah, they probably changed their minds and reversed their earlier decision, but if anything the way people are frothing at the mouth about losing their ~comfort content~ (which. yikes don’t get me started), one would think that would be a relief.

look, I had a whole essay here but I have shit to do so, short version: watcher could have strategized and rolled this whole thing out differently, and who knows, maybe more things will change. maybe they’ll change their content output schedule for their own channel. maybe they’ll add shows or cut , or re-scale for international viewer accommodation. I’d hate to be their PR person right now. but it is what it is. if you can’t pay them, don’t. do not subscribe. literally no one is forcing you. if you wanna see their stuff that badly, find someone who can and password share. they literally said it was fine.

cards on the table, I don’t even know if I’ll be getting a sub until October, or at all, bc I’m a grad student and I have bills. but I’m not about to sit here and act betrayed and hope they fail a. because I’m an adult who understands that no matter the size of the staff, providing employee benefits and insurance costs money, as does making any kind of for-fun content in our current hellscape, and b. it’s kind of shitty to watch people turn around and act like a media company is their friends personally stabbing them in the back and betraying some grand marxist ethos when it’s literally just people who don’t have things like mousecorp and netflix behind them trying to make their shit on their own terms. I’m not going to sit here and pretend they’re some rich greedy corpos trying to wring money out of us poor broke smol beans out of malice when they’re not even in the same ballpark. they’re allowed to ask to be paid for their time and their labor. if people can’t pay them, then they can’t pay them, end of. some things we just have to go without and that’s just how it shakes out; there are worse and more critical things I could be missing out on that I will be paying that money for instead.

but I’m not about to insist their stuff be free forever because ~I want it~. because that’s not what it comes down to, in the system that we currently operate and exist under. I’m not entitled to their shit like that and frankly no one is.

watching people openly hope they crash and burn bc it won’t be free anymore just makes me chalk it up to one more shitty example of how consumer culture has just made people not think about how stuff is made as long as they can get that instant gratification, but like. water is wet, news at 11.

[speckle-meow-meow]

Reader was taken kidnapped by Wally and taken to his world. But what Wally didn't expect is that all the other characters would start to remember memories with the reader as a child and discover the truth of their colorful world.

( Now it's up to you to decide what will happen! Will they help the reader get back to the real world or will they become so attached to the reader that it would help Wally keep them there with them FOREVER. )

Aww fuck anon you gave MEE control over an ending.... WELP LET'S SEE HOW THIS GOES BABY!!

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'~

'Welcome home' was your favorite cartoon growing up, it was so bright and colorful something most children love.

One of your favorite things about the show was the characters talking to you.

One in particular was Wally darling. The resident artist.

He taught you to draw and paint.

Eventually years rolled by and the show shut down, but Wally and his friends remained. Their franchise and lives were left to surf the web, being uncovered and then forgotten by so many people.

But Wally's friends didn't mind because everytime someone would close their tabs, they would immediately forget who or what they were talking about and immediately go do something else.

But Wally. Wally would always remember. He remembered every child. Every adult. And every pet that he and his neighbors have seen.

And one special neighbor that he would never forget was 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

As the minutes passed with you scrolling through social media you discovered a website that was trying to somehow restore 'Welcome home'

You went to the website and saw the many people (puppets) that you grew up with.

You remember your mother recording some -if not all- the episodes of 'Welcome home's that aired. So you went to your attic and dig them up

You watched them all

And eventually Wally noticed you and remembered you...

His little neighbor all grown up

His bestest friend

He had to bring you into his world he couldn't lose you

Not again.

So that's what he did...

Now moving on to some of the characters povs of the situation:

Wally: obviously since Wally brought you here he'd never want to let you go, he wouldn't change his mind especially with homes influence

Frank: when you arrived in welcome home Frank was the first out of all puppets to gain memories of you, at first he'd be extatic to know that his little student was back. But he soon realized that it wasn't right to keep you here so he'd help you to leave.

Barnaby: Barnaby is the third to remember you because of how much fun you, Wally, and him had. Barnaby would try to help you escape but only a little bit since Wally keeps very close tabs on him.

Howdy: now our darling little Catapillar is another who would help you leave, he knows his morals and would risk it all to help his favorite employee.

Julie: now Julie is smart but dense at the same time, shes very excited to have another neighbor that she wouldn't even notice that you don't belong here. She's just glad to have her hair buddy back, so she probably wouldnt be a big help, but maybe just maybe if you were able to convince her (maybe with Franks help) you could get her on your side!

Poppy: poppy the worrywart of the crew she definitely remembers you, she would remember when you'd be covered in flour helping her bake. Due to how much of a worrywart she is she'd definitely keep you in their world so you don't get hurt so probably not the best person to go for help, but she is the nicest so if you arnt able to leave you can go to her and she'd comfort you.

Sally: Sally like Julie is very excited to have you back, she's not dense she knows your not from here but she's so excited to have someone else help her in the plays and what not, but like Julie you can probably talk her into helping you escape

And last but certainly not least Eddie: he's very Forgetful and also some what delusional. He wouldn't let you go, he wants to keep you there! He remembered you after a couple of days and remembers how much fun you both had!

Wally keeps all of his friends under a close watch some more than others, and home helps as well... Home probably influences Wally to do the things he does.

The best move is to gain wallys trust to go outside. The sad thing is, is that when you leave he always has an eye and ear out for you at all times. You'd probably have to talk to the others using notes, Wally can't see through others eyes nor can he see inside their houses so that's the best chance you'd have at escaping

𝐒𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫... 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐦𝐦𝐦?

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞

𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝐎𝐫

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲?

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠~ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐦~...

{Thank you anon for requesting this! It was a joy to write. Sorry if it doesn't have everything or quite the ending you were expecting or just no ending at all I kinda went wild with this one! But as always hearts and reblogs are always welcomed along with questions, requests, and comments!!}

[seneitut]

“Mine’’

[Gekko/F!Reader] [Slight Yoru/Reader]

Words: 7.5K

Tags: Fluff, slight jealousy, boys being boys(?), technicality of the actual game because I really like Lotus, slow-burn.

Alternate version with Yoru ending: Redemption

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It is not often you get to warm up, or even begin to be friendly, towards new agents joining the protocol.

Obviously, it is not a matter as to who to blame, rather you don’t get the time to make acquaintances because of the tasks you are assigned most of the time. And when an opportunity arises, you don't know if it's worth the time.

When Chamber joined in, you didn't have to put up with a façade to appear friendly and welcoming. 

From the moment your eyes landed on him, the uneasiness of his presence was obvious for everyone at the meeting room. There was no guilt when he tried to flirt his way to you, just like to any other woman there, and you brushed him off, scoffing at his boldness and naiveness of his lack of charm. Being rude to Chamber came effortlessly, and he took it as a challenge to push your buttons whenever you were partnered for scouting missions.

You were introduced to Neon after returning from a mission. Ferocious, fast, and peppy personality would be the best ways to describe her; powerful being inside the body of a young adult. Since she was under the tutelage of Reyna, it was easy to get along with her. Neon was easy to get fond of, listening to her struggles and lack of restraint when it comes to leaks of energy, her fear of hurting her teammates, it all comes down to seeing through her tough persona, Neon is a good person.

It is least to say you both are very good friends.

With Fade there was not even a try. She came in, didn't apologize for the blackmailing, and announced she was going to be joining forces with the protocol to fulfill her own goal. Brimstone wouldn't tell the details about the delicate matter, but it was clear the decision was made. You don't talk to her, she doesn't talk to you, and a silent agreement to respect each other's existence within the same space or missions was made.

Although, the same couldn’t be said for Harbor, since the man himself was friendly enough to approach anyone to strike a conversation and, later on, a friendship. A formidable addition to the team, a good comrade to have in battle and on missions; Harbor was everything the rest of the protocol lacked, and you were proud to say you were one of the few he trusted enough to have as an ally and friend.

At last, one more joined in.

Gekko…

Gekko was a whole new ordeal to deal with. 

He is Reyna’s protegé, his little brother, although no blood bonds them, it is clear she has a protective stance towards him.

You’ve heard bits and things about him way before, tales about his powers and hazards to get to the point where he is. You’d hear from Harbor when your paths would cross at the range, boasting about his new student’s skillful abilities or approach with guns, how proud he was about their improvement with battle and communication. It was fun, seeing Harbor act so carefree and somewhat excited about the kid; like a proud father, you could say.

Reyna was not far behind, being the closest friend to you, she would confide in you her expectations of the kid, her worries of bringing him to battles, and the fear of losing him to their counterparts. 

Her contemplation about resigning and taking him away before he even started clouded her mind often, but she would not do such a thing, since Reyna has a goal to fulfill. Besides, if she leaves, no one would be able to look over his protegé as good as her.

You’d think: Damn, the kid has many people worrying over him this much. Would he really be able to survive on the battlefield? 

But now, seeing him in the flesh, makes you wonder if their worries had sustent. You expected a shy kid, barely able to look anyone in the eyes, but this one? Far off what you envisioned.

Gekko is reckless, loud, boisterous, and so damn friendly, you were surprised some of the agents vouched for his skillful abilities with the gun when he looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

“Yo! Nice to meet ya’, soy Gekko!”

You don't know how it began, your friendship with Gekko, that is. The first day he was introduced to the protocol, he was surrounded by most of the agents in the meeting room, changing pleasantries with the ones he didn’t know, and hugging the ones he’s been acquainted with for longer.

“So these are your little friends!” Raze exclaims, squinting her eyes while examining the blue one floating in the air. “They are adorable!” 

The little blue thing barbles something and Gekko bursts out laughing, a little dimple showing on his cheek. “She says you are pretty cool! Lookin’ rad.”

“You understand them?” Jett asks, toying with the yellow fella by her feet. Gekko nods excitedly.

“Yeah! We are like connected, una sola neurona entre los cinco! Anything I feel, they feel it too, anything I think, they can hear it too!”

Omen was keeping you company in the far back, propping against the wall while witnessing their conversation unfold in amicable silence. 

The wraith had no interest in joining in the conversation, apparently, too busy looking at his device provided by Brimstone. It mimicked a cellphone, though the usage of it was limited to information regarding missions or direct calls to other devices the same as his. 

And since he seems far more interested in it, you decide maybe you could leave without anyone noticing. You will have time to get to know the kid on the battlefield if Brimstone so desires, for now, you need to take a breath of fresh air.

But before you could take one step forward, your eyes lock in with Gekko’s from across the room. His hazel eyes compel you to stay put, getting drowned in the way he looks at you, even at a distance. 

Phoenix and Jett were too deep in their bantering to notice Gekko stopped paying attention to them and was now making his way to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Behind him, one of his little…pokemons? You dont know what to call them, but they were cute as fuck, was trailing behind him, going pit pat pit pat with its short legs. 

Seeing him close the distance between you two, you were now aware of the many details you overlooked: the shape of his face, the curve of his nose, the little moles under his left eye and the many tattoos framing his arms up to his neck. You would have kept going, eyes roaming his whole form shamelessly, if it weren’t for the fact his little friend nudged your leg, like a little cat, asking for attention.

When he stood in front of you, shifting from one foot to another, giving away how nervous he was, you wonder if you should feel nervous too.

“Mi Reyna has told me about you.” he said, his smile was bigger this time. His face seemed flushed under the white lights of the room, giving him a soft glow. “I’ve got your back on the field, amigo, hope you got mine, too!”

Energetic is not something you are known for, and won’t be in the near future; so it was a little difficult to keep the rhythm in which he strode in life. One moment he was there, the other, on the other side of the room, the next moment he was gone and bothering one of his friends. Gekko was everywhere at any time, causing chaos wherever he goes, bringing smiles and laughs; joining the many people at the protocol in ways no one has ever dared to do.

His little fellas weren’t far behind in their mischievous attitude, following after their master's steps; they were, if not more, childish and troublesome to handle. Wingman, in particular, loves to tease the other agents whenever they are resting or doing things as mundane as cooking. The little fiend runs around the rooms, touches things without asking first, and even attempts to eat Cypher’s chess pieces. [The poor man has already given up trying to save his favorite chess board pieces.]

Gekko is a force to be reckoned with, and you really cannot keep up whenever he ropes you into his little plans when his sight is set on you. Is adorable, in some way, how he trails after you like a lost puppy when training is over, wonder in his eyes and something else you cannot put a name on. The way he tries to get your attention with colorful comments and off-handed compliments; sometimes words you don't even understand.

“Hoy te ves hermosa!” he said once, redness spreading over his face. 

Reyna attempted to hide her self-satisfactory smile; useless because you immediately caught-on. And since she didn't reprimanded the kid for what he said, you assumed that was something good, nodding your head in understanding but having absolutely no idea what the fuck that meant.

The other beamed at that, feeling his chest tight and his smile getting bigger with how excited he felt. 

[Later that day, Gekko could be found sulking in his room after Reyna informed him you didn't understand spanish—all those compliments he had said went straight to deaf ears.] 

But just like that, many moments were shared with him, his presence a constant in your life now that it feels odd when he goes out on missions, leaving you behind at the protocol and bored out of your mind. 

Some would say you've become quite…soft for him. Never being one to follow orders or depend on another's presence just like you did with Gekko, in such a short time, he's as important as Reyna is to you.

Having him around proves to be something good, since you get entertained by his shenanigans or topics of conversation. And whenever he messes up, the sight of him blushing or stuttering is amusing. Adorable, even, which would worsen his state if you commented on it.

Despite all the interactions you have and how much time you spend together, what surprises you, though, is how little interaction the little creatures of his have with you. 

The other agents often ask you about Gekko's pets whereabouts, as if you would know, but the truth is they don't hang out with you.

The first time Wingmans ever dared be near you was when Gekko introduced himself; and the last time he approached you, he bumped into your leg by accident while running in the hallway, carrying a flower on his tiny claw. 

When it noticed your presence, it brightened up, jumping slightly in its place while presenting the little flower to you. It seemed he was looking for you.

“For me, really?” you asked, crouching to its height. Taking the gift in your hand, you twirled the steam with a soft smile on your face. “Thank you.”

From across the hallway, Gekko’s panicked voice could be heard.

Wingman jumped to your side immediately, trying to hide behind you when Gekko turned a corner and spotted you on the floor with his companion.

“Did he say anything to you?!” He exclaimed, out of breath and showing signs of distress. 

Raising a brow, you shook your head.

“He's brought me this, that's all.”

His hazel eyes widened comically, face blushing profusely when he glared at Wingman as if he had committed a crime. The yellow fella tried to hide further.

“Wingman que chucha! You said—! Bah!” Shaking his head, he began apologizing for his friend's behavior before picking him up. Once the little one was secured, it barbled something in its language that made Gekko whine and color keep rising to his cheeks.

“What did he say?” you wondered aloud, Gekko bit his lip, nervous, and avoided eye contact. 

“Nothing important.” Clearing his throat, he turned around, starting to walk away. Wingman waved goodbye excitedly, keeping on garbling words you could not understand until they went out of sight. 

And that was the last time you've seen Wingman interact near you. If it weren't because of missions you are sent together or the times you train, you wouldn't see the little fella. At those times, Gekko always has him under control, not letting them get out of focus and retrieves them as soon as they are finished.

Unbeknown to you, all of this was always, always, observed by your dear friend.

“Gekko is around your age, you know?” Reyna teases, hiding a smirk behind her cup of tea. 

It has been quite a while since the last time you've had a moment for yourself and Reyna. From the second Gekko joined, you would see her less than usual, too busy with her own tasks or simply training Neon outside the protocol base.

Now that your schedules aligned, the both decided to chat for a little bit, conversations about your daily life soon turning into gossip about the agents and your honest thoughts about them, your friendships and then, sooner than later, about Gekko.

“He is?” sipping carefully your own beverage, you hum softly. “He apparents to be way younger though.”

She scoffs, “That's because you think and act like an old woman.” 

You pout at that.

“I do not.” 

“You are, that's why we get along so well, querida.”

Huffing under your breath, you refrain from replying, concentrating on your drink rather than the offense of being called old. Reyna laughs, amused, but says nothing else. 

The moment is interrupted by Yoru, muttering under his breath when he enters the kitchen and begins rummaging through the cabinets. He takes a long time in trying to find whatever he's looking for, but fails miserably when he spots nothing of what he came for and curses loudly. 

“Language.” warns Reyna. The rift walker notices then your presence, the frown between his eyebrows soften ever so slightly when you smile and nod your head in greeting. 

“Have you seen any package with my name on it?” He asks, leaning on the table you are sitting. Reyna raises a brow, shaking her head.

“No.”

“God dammit.” 

Yoru sighs in defeat, brushing his hair with his left hand and groans. You share a look with Reyna, a bit worried for Yoru's current mood and curious about what's distressing him so much.

“What is it with the package you're looking for?” His eyes land on you when you ask. Clearing his throat, he attempts to answer, but finds no words coming out of his mouth. Reyna notices the nervousness seeping out of him, completely out of character for the duelist.

When it takes longer than is expected for an answer, you try to help and ease the situation for him in case you've made him uncomfortable. “If you don't wanna tell me, is okay, I'm just curious.”

“No, is not— I'm—”

“Querida, is time for your meeting.” Reyna steps in, nudging your arm slightly. “Go on, I'll help him.”

Nodding in understanding, you finish what's left of your beverage and bid your goodbye, patting Yoru's arm on your way out. You gotta hurry, Brimstone doesn't tolerate lateness and you are no exception to the rule, running to the meetin's room and praying you will get there on time.

Once out of sight, Reyna leans on the back of her chair, watching in amusement as Yoru keeps his sight set where you left and his hand clutching the place where you touched him. Clearing her throat, she manages to catch the younger's attention.

“What.” he asks.

“Tonto enamorado,” she begins, Yoru doesn't understand what that means, “if you keep acting like that, they will never know what you really feel.”

Confused then, the rift walker snarls, offended by the indirect accusation. Because out of all the people, he is the one being obvious about feelings that don't exist? 

“I don't know what you're talking about.” 

Reyna scoffs, “Of course you don't.”

It is not usual for Yoru to indulge in small chit chat whenever he's free, even less now that he's being scrutinized under her watchful gaze. Reyna wants something out of this, she wants a confession not even he is ready to accept. 

With the remaining of her tea, Reyna decides to leave, not before leaving a last message: “You are not the only one after them, rift boy. So better figure out what's going on in that heart of yours. It is pounding.”

He can't help but think of it as a warning.

Not the only one…

——

Gekko has been more than excited to join this mission. 

His peppy personality is what keeps spirits up on their way to Lotus, the new place Astra and Harbor have found recently. 

Cypher has been the one to map out the sites before deploying them for further exploration. You were warned about the mirror agents planning to steal the radianite from here, since they were the ones to find it first but not knowing how to enter the place. Brimstone made the call to prep things up before the enemy hit it up, carrying in the jet a few cameras Cypher sent to keep on watch for when you leave.

Omen was keeping quiet in the corner, listening to Gekko talk non-stop about a new singer he's found and how much he enjoys the music made by this artist. The wraith would indulge in the conversation and ask little and simple things to keep the conversation going. Raze was dozing off with her headphones on, loud music blasting from it. You didn't have the heart to tell her to lower the volume, she looks tired, and the rest might do her good; you will need all the energy of the team to finish the assignment quickly.

At last, you were doing some last revisions to the rough version of the map, in case you've forgotten to memorize something. Cypher has been very meticulous with the information given by Astra and if not perfect, it was enough to help navigate; it would be your job to fix things up or re-design the map if there were things out of place.

“Looking good?”

Smiling, you nod. Yoru stands next to you on the main table, almost hovering over your shoulder to see the map as well. 

“I'm trying to see where we could set up the cameras.” Pointing at site A, you continue, “Harbor said this is the most troubled site, since there are multiple passages and I'm worried we didn't bring enough set-up to cover.”

“Seems easy enough to have one camera per site, right at their entrance, isn't it?”

“Yes but then what about these other passages? There are moving doors and secret entrances, we have to look out for those as well.”

Yoru sighs, leaning his hand on the table and surveying the map, closing the gap between you two.

You didn't mind the closeness, too concentrated on the map just like him. Because while it was weird Yoru wasn't whining about his personal space, you believe he was far too engrossed in his thoughts to notice.

It wasn't until he tries to point at site B does he realize how close his face is to yours. His eyes cross with your curious gaze, blinking in a haze and feeling his heart pounding loudly he fears you might hear it.

Embarrassed and lit like a lightbulb, Yoru apologizes and takes his distance.

Awkwardly, the rift walker tries to talk before being interrupted loudly, “Yo' fam, whatcha got there?” 

Gekko steps in, throwing an arm over your shoulders and gazing quizzically at the map. Yoru grunts, annoyance clear on his face, and tries to move away from Gekko's friendly half-hug. 

There is confusion for a split second on Gekko's face, eyes darting all over the notes and pins on the map for camera locations, but soon his expression turns into understanding.

“Ohhh, I see, I see.” leaning on you, he takes his arm off Yoru and points a finger at site A. “Here, it seems like this is a good spot for a camera. It checks both the site and the room next to the moving doors.”

“Okay, but what about here? Astra said there are secret passages to other sites, and we don't have a view to the enemy entrance.”

“Nah, girl, we can have this covered up from here.” His finger hovers over the stairs to your landing area, right next to site A, “That way, if they push site, we can see it from way before. It gives us a cross too, with the other camera.”

There was no fault to his proposition. Considering the pros and cons, you decide what Gekko suggested might work, even for future reference if the enemy doesn't  find the placements.

You keep conversing with Gekko the rest of the flight to polish the last details. He throws a joke here and there to lighten up the mood, trying to ease your tensions and make you smile. 

“Everything will go according to plan, no te preocupes, yeah?” You nod, breathing out a long sigh. 

“Is okay, let's get this over with.”

Is not until you land you notice Yoru has long since been gone. Not knowing when he left, you assume is his own way to prepare himself before a mission; being this the first one together. 

Deploying the boxes with cameras onto the landing site proves to be difficult, feeling them slightly heavier than you thought. Omen helps you out with the remaining boxes while Gekko tries to wake Raze up. 

Looking around, you don't see the Japanese man with you on the landing, “Have you seen Yoru?”

“No.” The wraith replies, “He usually leaves, is not something you should worry over.”

“Are you sure?” 

An arm is thrown over your shoulders, startling you and making you yelp in surprise. When you turn around to punch whoever this is, your fist is caught on Yoru's strong hold, startling you even more.

“What the-?”

Yoru smirks, letting your hand go.

“What? Missed me that much, huh?” The teasing in his tone goes right over your head, too relieved to have him back or else, your plan wouldn't work out.

“Honestly? Yeah, where were you?" 

Caught off guard, Yoru backs off, covering his face and walks away to avoid being seen flustered. 

“Don't go too far!” You yell. 

“Shut up!” He replies. 

Omen watches the scene play out in silence, weirded out by Yoru's actions and how unfazed you are by his antics. 

Anyway, this is not his place to say anything.

Gekko and Raze join a little later, eager to the bones to start exploring the new place. Yoru stays on the sidelines, close enough to listen to whatever you had to say alongside Omen.

“I've sent a copy of the rough map to each of your devices, so you can navigate easily.” You begin, catching everyone's attention. “It also has pointers for the camera's placements. Check if the sites have high ceilings or not, it will play in our favor if they have so we can hide them better from sight.”

Raze enthusiasm shone through, “Kay' chief! Where do you want us!” 

“I'd like to have Omen and Yoru go to site C, Raze and Gekko will take B.” Checking the map once again, you continue, “I'll check A in the meantime, since it is the biggest site so far, I'll be polishing the original map so we can have a more accurate view of the whole place. Once you're done setting the cameras please join me and then we can go over B and later on C.”

“You sure gonna be okay alone?” Gekko asks, a frown visible on his features. Yoru scoff at that. 

“Are you really not trusting the one in charge now?”

“Ah, no, no! I didn't mean it like that, I was worried, that's all!”

Taking the first box, you cut off their argument, “I'll be fine. The sooner you finish, the faster I can do my work. If anything happens, communicate it.”

Finishing the roughs of site A was easy. The opening doors had an old mechanic to it you couldn't understand quite easily, since the technology behind it wasn't human made. You will have to ask Astra about it when you get back. 

The secret passage ends up being a breakable door right through site B, which makes things complicated to map out since it wasn't in the original map to begin with. Gekko head pops out of link A, startled to see you there but relieved you were okay. 

“We're almost done here, we will join you in a bit!” he says, grinning. Sharing a small smile, you nod.

Setting things up wasn't as difficult as you thought, since the cameras Cypher lended were like magnets to surfaces. He gave a pair of special gloves to be able to retrieve the camera easily, since it attaches to surfaces easily, there might be miscalculations when placing them. 

Really thoughtful of him. 

“We've finished with C.” Omen's voice could be heard through the ear pieces. “Yoru has gone off somewhere, but I'll join you in a bit.”

“Okay. Gekko and Raze are coming in a bit, too.”

Happy with the outcome of the first site, you wait patiently until Gekko arrives with Omen and Raze. The four of you meet up at the stairs, ready to march off to B.

But before you could say a thing, the ear piece buzzed in, listening to rapid fires of gunshots through. 

“They are here! Rushing towards C site, four of them!” Yoru's voice sounds in panic, out of breath, too. “I'll rift up at our landing, they are coming fast, one of them is missing!”

Omen and Raze are the first ones to run, taking their guns out, the ear piece buzzes out with Raze's voice coming in,“I'll try to slow them down with my grenades, try to look for the little rat, they might be wrapping us right now!”

Taking your gun out, you signal Gekko to go B. “Let's wrap up through A and B, see if we can find their flank, then join through their landsite to flank them.”

He nods, and off you go. 

Checking the corners at this part of the map is hard, leaving you weakened and open to any attack from different angles. Clutching your vandal tighter, you hold your breath before turning the last corner, facing a Jett holding an operator right at you.

She doesn't last long, dropping dead the moments she fires and missing her shot by little centimeters, the bullet gracing your right arm. 

Gekko pops out of B link, panic in his eyes and roaming your body for any sign of injuries. Closing the distance, his hands reach for your face, caressing your cheeks with tenderness and trembling hands. 

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” he asks. 

Something in your chest tightness at his expression, wanting to lean in and get ahold of his full attention. But time was running out, and Raze and Omen were in danger.

“I'm okay, let's go.”

Running to catch up to your team, you both swing C link, ready to fire if necessary. But no one was on sight. The gunshots could be heard close enough, though.

“We've dealt with the flank, we are wrapping from their site.”

“They planted the bomb, two are left on site but Raze is injured, so am I.” Omen grunts in pain. “I can smoke off waterfall and make noise to distract them. Yoru is here, too.”

Yoru voice cuts in, “I'll throw a flash when you near the entrance, we three are in waterfall right now. Hurry the fuck up.”

Gekko reloads his gun and takes Wingman out, ready for the plan in action. 

“Shadows travelling.”

“Flashing!”

“Go wingman!”

You swing, spotting Viper hiding behind piled boxes as soon as she sees you two. She doesn't get blinded by Yoru’s flash, but you've seen enough to know bullets will be able to penetrate the wood. 

The spike starts to get defused, and you immediately start shooting straight at the box, hearing her yell in pain until she drops dead as well. 

Entering the site, you ready your gun while Wingman keeps defusing. Omen had said there were two, one of them already dead, and since they are on waterfall the only place left is either on site or C.T. 

A Breach pops out of a pillar when you stand next to wingman, shooting with a judge and injuring your legs. With a quick flick, you headshot him, just in time for wingman to finish with the defuse.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you turn to see the smoke go off, watching Raze lean on a wall with slight blood seeping out of her head, and Omen right next to her with Yoru in the far back. She gives a thumbs up, grinning widely. 

When you turn to look at C.T., the smoke left vanishes, and you are faced with Sage, holding an Operator aiming right at your head. 

Everything after that goes in a blur. 

There is one bullet being shot, a grenade going off and burning in your feet. The side of your arm burns like hell, yelling and feeling your throat torn with pain. Your head is hit with debris you don't know where it comes from, disorienting you heavily, and one of the bricks falls right in your leg, breaking it at the instant. The pain almost makes you faint-

Someone is carrying your limp body while you regain consciousness, many voices muffled in the background arguing you don't have the energy to shut them.

Was everything okay? Was anyone injured? Guilt would eat you alive if anyone in your team was heavily hurt, being under your care and command.

The devastated look on Gekko's face should have told you enough, not being able to be the one to save you on the close call nor the one to carry you to safety. Raze was not far behind, apologizing loudly because it was partly her fault her grenades detonated the delicate roof of the site and Gekko's molly didn't let you get off on time.

Yoru's expression could be shorten to the definition of pissed as fuck. Angry lines forming between his eyebrows and mouth set on a straight line.

His eyes soften when he looks at you, eyes roaming your injuries with worry plastered on his expression. Being completely out of your mind, you raise your good hand to smooth the frown between his eyebrows.

“Gonna get wrinkles like that.” you whisper. Yoru doesn't say anything.

While you still won, it didn't feel satisfactory as a victory.

Omen has been the one to call Brimstone to return to the base, the jet landing carefully and rising dust into the air for the agents to leave.

You cough loudly breathing in the dust, whimpering at the strike of pain coursing through your body and tightening your grip on Yoru's neck. The rift walker mutters something in his language, and carefully presses you against his body to protect you from the wind. 

Once inside the jet, everyone is able to breathe a sigh of relief, except for you. Still in critical condition, Yoru reaches a compartment room to deposit you on a bed, and starts rummaging through the cabinets for something to treat you.

The image reminds you of the day you encountered him in the kitchen, all jittery and anxious for a package you never knew what it contained; though this time, he looks in distress and panic.

With a few antiseptics and bandages, he thinks it will have to do.

Yoru carefully wrap the bandages around your arm after cleaning the wound, minding the few burns on the upper side of your shoulder that you suppose will be treated by Sage when you arrive at the protocol. 

There was nothing else he could do with your broken leg, so he stands there, cleaning with a wet rag your bloody face to at least keep you fresh and clean for the antiseptic.

“You okay in there?” he asks softly, hand hovering over your face but backing up with second thoughts.

“Hurt.” is all you can reply. Yoru's mouth tightens. “Gonna be fine.” 

His hand is freezing when he squeezes yours, a mix of feelings swim in his eyes that you understand enough to recognize the fear and worry he radiates. Despite his cold exterior, Yoru has always been a person who cares for his comrades in his own way. 

Something tells you this soft side was reserved to you, something to do with a crush he has on you…whatever that meant. Reyna had never dived deep in that topic, and you don't understand most of the words she uses; but from what you understood, Yoru cares and that's all that matters. 

“Go check on the others, I'll be okay.” Yoru refuses to leave your side, stubborn enough you need to nudge him with your good arm. “I'm going to rest, you should too, it's a long way home.”

Sighing in defeat, he nods, walking towards the exit, but pausing at the door frame to look back at you. It seems he wants to say something, too troubled to let the words come out. 

He ends up leaving.

It takes a couple of hours to arrive at the base, and in between the hours, you would drift into sleeping or bearing the pain of the broken limb and burn marks on your body. 

You chant in your head: As soon as Sage treats me, this will go away. It keeps you grounded, too, so you won't faint while sleeping.

Raze has come to check on you often, apologizing when seeing your weakened form on the bed. You try telling her it is fine, that it was her job to ensure the enemy wouldn't escape, but she has none of it. She is so adamant into owning her mistakes she promises to be better, to get better. 

Omen has also come in once to check if you were still alive, to which earned a glare from Yoru. Aside from your comrade’s worrisome state, Omen appears to be calm, checking in your injuries without disturbing you too much.

“Would be upsetting to lose such a valuable comrade.” he comments, patting your head softly. You smile.

The rest of the way to the protocol is spent with you sleeping soundlessly. 

Gekko never shows up.

-------

You are shaken awake by a sudden gurgling noise filling the silent room. When you open your eyes, you are immediately met with Wingman’s worried eyes. His usual round and bright eyes are turned downwards, and his gurgling sounds distressed, shaking your shoulder to gain your attention. 

Blinking through your tiredness, you smile at the little fella. Raising your good arm, you bring Wingman closer to your sore body, melting into the warmth he radiates. Wingman gurgles something in its language, accepting the hug and reciprocating the affection.

It has been many days since you’ve been confined in this room until you heal completely. Sage fixed most of the injuries you’ve sported when arriving, but that has not been enough to get rid of the sore muscles and few stitches on your body. 

The door to your room gets opened quietly and a green head pokes in, afraid of being heard or seen? You don't know. For when Gekko notices you are awake, he freezes on the spot.

It takes a couple of seconds for him to regain his composure, clearing his throat and closing the door behind him.

“I didn’t mean for him to run away, perdón.” Taking his little friend, he manages to calm him down before approaching you. 

Gekko’s expression screams guilt, a frown apparent between his eyebrows, and you wonder why he’s feeling that way. The only possible answer that comes to mind is what happened at Lotus, but you don’t blame it on him, on the contrary, he wanted to make sure the enemy wouldn't be able to escape. It was just your bad luck you were in the crossfire when everything happened.

“Is okay, Wingman was keeping me company.”

“Oh, of course.”

Tiredness tugs at your eyelids, struggling to keep awake with the many medications on your system. Feeling bad for wanting to sleep, you think of a way to tell Gekko you want to rest.

“I think I’ll try to sleep a little more.” You decide to be direct. “Being under so many pills weakened me greatly, and sometimes, makes me very sleepy.¨

Gekko nods, taking Wingman in his hands and retrieving them onto his bag. When you question him the why, he just answers he wants to make sure your rest is undisturbed.

“How considerate, thank you.”

It takes a while, but finally, sleep settles in.

When your breathing gets even, Gekko knows for sure you’ve fallen asleep. 

The silence is enough to keep him anxious, many thoughts rushing in while observing the bandages on your body.

If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. And if only he'd been quicker, he would have gotten to you before Yoru did. And while he’s thankful enough the rift walker took care of you when you arrived at the protocol, he can’t help the jealousy that was born from those interactions.

Love is familiar to him, is easy to understand and easier to spot on others when they’re wearing their feelings in plain sight. The way Yoru held you, how he looks at you and how fondly, despite him not noticing, he talks about you is enough to tell the man is infatuated. And who couldn’t, honestly.

His eyes roam your face, taking in every detail while you sleep comfortably. It eases his mind that you're resting and are healthy enough to leave the medical room soon enough, it eases his mind you’re gonna be training with him, spending time with his friends and himself, and it eases his heart to know you don’t feel the same for the rift walker. 

There is no guarantee you feel anything towards him either, but he can always start ahead, properly court you, and see if something blooms from there.

Right?

Reyna made a warning before he set off to Lotus: To be brave and take what he wants with greed. Life is too short to live with insecurities, many opportunities wasted and words not being said.

Was she referring to this? About him being in love? 

He doesn't want to lose you to another, he really wants you to himself.

Should he…?

Gulping down his insecurities, he decides then. 

Anxiousness and embarrassment washes over him when he leans over, his hand caressing your cheek and looking at your sleepy face with an enamored expression. At the first touch of your lips, he trembles, gasping into the kiss. The feeling is cold, but soft, deciding to press into it and enjoy the moment as long as it lasts. 

His heart is racing, he can hear his own beating reverberating inside his head and warmth fills his face, a blush spreading through his cheekbones when he moves his lips slowly against yours. 

There is a moment of consideration when Gekko feels your lips move, too, but too deep into the feeling, he doesn’t mind it. He’s enjoying himself, he’s enjoying your taste, and if he makes the kiss a little rougher, he blames it on his enthusiasm.

But when a hand lands on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss he’s so thoroughly drowned in, Gekko jumps surprised, backing up until he hits the floor with a loud shout.

Before him you lay, eyes wide open and mouth parted. Your cheeks were flushed with a beautiful soft shade darker than your skin, a hand hovering over your lips and he’s never felt more mortified about his actions until now. 

His mother once said to always think before acting, because then the damages he makes will be irreversible if they weren’t thought with care. And now he understands he should have heard his mom’s advice. 

“I-I’m, I didn’t! I’m so sorry!” he scrambles to his feet, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. “I- I should’ve asked first, I’m so sorry, I-”

Smiling to yourself, you stop him from his stuttering and furthering his embarrassment. 

“Hey, look at me.”

When he finally makes eye contact, you offer him a seat next to you on bed, scooting over so he could fit easily. Gekko hesitates, which is surprising given to what just transpired a few moments ago; but gives in when you reassure him everything is okay.

“Reyna told me you had a crush on me.” You confess when he lays next to you, shoulder to shoulder. Gekko chokes up, blushing spreading rapidly over his cheeks at being this exposed. “I never understood that concept: to have a crush on someone. I always believed it to be some sort of threat, you know, as when you dare someone in a face to face battle.”

Gekko hums at that.

Grinning slightly, you keep going, “I think you took that face to face battle literally, huh.”

“Por favor, ya para…” he whines, covering his face with his hands. 

“I didn’t mind the kiss, Gekko, I mind you never said anything.”

Breathing in, Gekko peaks at you between his fingers, pouting slightly. “I was afraid of being rejected, Reyna told me I should just go for it but…No sé, nunca, um, you’ve never shown interest in me.”

Silence fell over you two, with you pondering what he just said and the other dying from nervousness. If you reject him, he has to live with the fact he at least got to kiss you and got to enjoy the moment. Though seeing you walk away with someone else might break him, he’s got to respect your choices. 

But it would be better if you walk away with that someone being him. 

“Being in love, or having a crush, is something that never crossed my mind.” Which is true. Too busy with the valorant protocol and the many things going on, love was not a priority. “But I like you enough to at least give it a try, if that’s something you want.”

Is it something he wants? Yes, definitely, even more if it’s with you. 

Gekko doesn’t know how long he’s been pinning after you, watching from afar and always trying to flirt his way so you could notice him. He feels like the main guy trying to fight for the attention of his lover just like his mother's telenovelas.

Is funny, though, how far his actions have taken him. Gekko is bold, but never has been this bold in his life to the point to act on his desires without regard to the consequences. 

“Gekko?” you ask, worry crossing your features. He hasn’t said a thing for a while.

“Call me Mateo, amor.” he says. Surprised, you nod. “ Mateo will do just fine, yeah?”

“Mateo…hm, I like that name.” 

Feeling cheesy, he leans on and presses a little kiss in the corner of your mouth. “Yeah, like that.” Seeing your smile brings such happiness to his heart, making him giddy for the outcome of the situation. Laughing brightly, he smooches every inch of skin near him; from your eyelids to your cheeks and chin, you giggle at that, unable to escape from his touch and affection. 

“Se mía.” he asks, lips hovering over yours. The positions have changed slightly, now being under him which gives him the confidence to push into you without harming you. “Please, I’ll be yours, so be mine, too.” 

Caressing his face, you nod, drowning into his hazel eyes just like the first time. He looks just as beautiful, enticing and gorgeous, tempting you into leaning up and stealing a quick peck from his lips. 

Laughing, Mateo meets you half-way through the next kiss, melting into each other with an unrestrained passion that has you sighing into his mouth. He swallows every single sound coming from you, deepening the kiss till the point it bruises, but neither of you care, too busy mapping out every corner of your mouths. The sliding of his lips against yours is addictive, too greedy for more, your hands travel from his face to his neck and down his back, clutching onto his sweater for leverage. 

Finally giving each other time to breathe in, Gekko buries his face in the crook of your neck, softly biting and nibbling on the skin. You sigh in pleasure at one specific bite from him, and Gekko wants to hear more of it.

Though, when he realizes the position you’re in and where you’re located, he needs to refrain from going further before anyone walks in. [And if he’s honest, he wouldn’t mind if Yoru were the person to walk in now.] Making a little space between you two, he lays his head above your heart, the rapid beating soothing him and making him giddy he is the reason you’re this agitated.

“What 's wrong?” you ask, hand resting at the top of his head and scratching the scalp. Mateo sighs at that.

“I’d rather wait until you’re fully healed before doing…um, anything else.” 

Blinking through the haze after the make-out, you wonder, “Have sex?”

“Don’t say it outloud! It’s embarrassing!”

You hum, your hand never stops moving. Mateo blushes and pouts at you, and the only thing in mind is how you wanna kiss him more. 

“Kiss me?” and that’s exactly what you ask. 

He gulps and nods, leaning on his right arm to reach your lips again and kiss you. You smile through your locked lips, and Mateo’s heart races even faster when your hand hovers above his jeans on his lower back.

Gekko is sure if you keep this up, he will give no shits to whoever walks-in to whatever happens next.

You're addictive, you're sweet, every touch from you sets him on fire.

But most importantly, you're his.

[amomentsescape]

Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I'm honestly pretty bummed that Halloween season is officially over after tonight, but I hope you all had a great time! Thank you all for your requests and support on my writings this month. Stay spooky, everyone!

Freddy Krueger

Bar Hopping!

Are we surprised?

Freddy loves to have a good time, especially if it involves drinking and dancing with his hot partner

LOVES if your costume is a bit showy

Loves it even more if you both are matching

If he doesn't like the music that's playing, he changes it with the flick of a finger

If there's someone that's getting a little too close to you, he'll make them disappear for the night (and deals with them later)

And what's even better is that all of your food and drinks are free when Freddy is around

With the quirk of his brow, people are at his command, and no one will treat you any less differently either

Is constantly complimented on his costume because of how "real" it looks

But the moment your social battery runs out, he'll whisk you away into dreamland and cozy up next to you

But if you're ready to be out all night like he is, you can expect one killer hangover the next morning

Michael Myers

Horror Movie Binge!

Michael is clearly not one to go out

As much as he likes Halloween, a bunch of screaming kids or equally drunk adults isn't his forte

But he does like horror and gore

So just say the word, cook the popcorn, and grab a blanket because Michael won't refuse

He even lets you cuddle into him if you want since it's a "special" night

Will share some snacks with you

Probably won't use the blanket, but he's fine if you put it on him

Literally doesn't even blink during the scariest parts of the films

Just don't expect him to binge movies with you all night

Michael can get stir crazy easily

And since it's Halloween night, you can expect him to want to go kill even more

There are too many lives that need to be disposed of in his eyes

But he does secretly cherish that time with you beforehand

He promises to watch more films with you later if you're still awake

Just another reason to come home to you

Jason Voorhees

Walking Through the Woods!

Jason knows you still want to celebrate Halloween, even if it's not with a party or some public event

So what's better than a stroll through the woods?

You have to wait until it's dark, of course, and the moon is bright in the sky

He insists on taking his machete too, just incase

But he happily takes your hand and lets you lead wherever your heart wants

Loves to hear you ramble on about any current interests or hyper fixations

Especially loves when you bump into him or give his hand an extra squeeze

Will stop every once in a while to hold you close, trying to keep you warm from the cold night air

Also likes to watch you pick up random items you see on the ground or around the trees as you walk

Your constant curiosity for things makes Jason incredibly happy

If you guys manage to find a stump, he'll have you rest on it while he sits on the ground beside you

As you lean yourself against him, you share stories of what you did for Halloween as a child

Jason just listens in, content

Thomas Hewitt

Game Night!

It's actually his idea to find some spooky games to play for Halloween night!

It's up to you whether you play together or with his family

He kinda likes those traditional board games that change their theme just for Halloween

But he's also happy to try something new with you!

Will snack on random candies and chips you brought along for the night

Also likes to hear you talk about whatever comes to mind

He's honestly pretty good at the games and is able to beat you from time to time

Will play a scary movie in the background

You both don't really pay attention to it, but the sound is nice to have

If you lose, he always reaches over and squeezes your hand as an apology

But as long as you're having fun, that's all he cares about!

If you win, he claps happily and relishes in your laughs

You end the night playing a simple card game, giving you a chance to talk more and share what you love about Halloween

Bubba Sawyer

Carving Pumpkins!

Well, this only makes sense

Bubba and his family have all the perfect tools for carving pumpkins

And he finds the idea of jack-o'-lanterns keeping away spirits interesting

You have a bowl of candy and a couple drinks besides you both as you get to work

He definitely confuses the candy bowl with the pumpkin guts bowl a few different times

But he's honestly super quick with carving

It's all the practice with sharp instruments

He opted for more of a silly face while yours is a little more creepy

You decide to save the seeds later to bake for a snack as well!

Bubba turns on some fun Halloween cartoons while you both work

He even leans over to show you better ways to hold the knives and how to cut more evenly

Helps you light the candles to go inside the pumpkins once you're done carving

They both end up on the patio, lighting up the area with a fun glow

Brahms Heelshire

Reading Scary Stories!

His parents weren't big on such fantasy tales when he was younger, so he never got to read much fiction

But when you showed him some scary story books you still have from being a kid, he was intrigued

He doesn't really like reading, but he loves when you read to him

You both make a whole night out of it

You get some popcorn ready, turn out the lights, and even make a little fort in the living room out of chairs

You managed to find a flashlight to use when reading as well

He lays with his head in your lap, listening to you read the stories

You even managed to jump and grab him a couple of times, causing him to yelp

He actually ends up getting a little paranoid later into the night, making you read some lighthearted stories instead

Once he feels more relaxed, he ends up falling asleep to your reading

You smile as you get up to grab some blankets and pillows, deciding to sleep in the fort for the night

Norman Bates

Spooky Baking!

Norman has always been quite talented in the kitchen

You'd be happy only eating his cooking for the rest of your life if you had to

And since there wasn't much else to do in the middle of nowhere, you were happy to help Norman with his ideas

You start the night off with making some simple cookies

He made the dough and baked them while you got to decorate

You ended up creating little "spider" chocolate chips with a toothpick!

He then wanted your help making cupcakes

These took a bit longer, but neither of you minded

Norman had a record playing in the background, and it was easy to just converse back and forth with one another

While the cakes were in the oven, he took you by the hand and danced around the kitchen with you

Also plants plenty of kisses on your forehead throughout the night

You both took turns icing the cupcakes once they were cooled

Each treat ended up turning out a little different since you both wanted to create unique patterns and colors

And the best part of the night? Eating your creations together while watching an old Halloween film!

Billy Loomis

Halloween Party!

You thought it would be a horror movie binge, didn't you?

Well, lucky for you, Billy was down to try something different this year

Especially since the whole month comprised of watching every scary film known to man

He is obsessed with your costume, unable to keep his hands off of you

He isn't HUGE on parties to be honest, but if he gets to show you off looking like this, then he's happy to come along

He shares a few drinks with you once you're there

He doesn't like getting drunk, especially since he wants to keep an eye on you

But he enjoys holding onto the red solo cup with his arm around your waist

Occasionally whispers dirty things in your ears and plants warm kisses along your neck

He enjoys seeing how much he can push your buttons out in public like this

Will dance with you if you beg

But it's hard for him to say no to you either way

The night is cut short when he gets into a fist fight with a random guy for flirting with you

Don't worry; he plans on paying the man a visit later

Stu Macher

Trick or Treating!

You think you're too old for trick or treating? Think again

Stu finds you both costumes that make you unrecognizable

You don't think this is going to work out though since Stu is so freaking tall

But somehow, the adults don't question it too much

It's easier to not ask questions, it seems

He grabs your hand and drags you from house to house, laughing with you about random things

And once you both have your fair share of candy, he convinces you to play ding-dong-ditch with him

He may have stolen a pumpkin from someone's yard as well for being "cool-looking"

Asks to trade some of his candy for yours

Occasionally pulls you into people's backyards and makes out with you in the dark

And once most of the kids are back at home, he takes you to his place so you can binge on the candy

The night ends with a horror film too, of course!

Eric Draven

People Watching!

Although this may sound boring at first, anything with Eric somehow turns out to be fun

He sets up a little fort on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city, the view being in the dead center of everything

He makes sure you're bundled up in plenty of blankets

The candy bowl is full, and he even has some snacks and drinks to share

You both look over the edge and just watch all the people walk by

You take turns pointing out random people and try to come up with stories on who they are, what their costume is, where they're going, etc.

Always ends in shared smiles and laughs

He strums a couple of tunes on his guitar based on your request

Plenty of cuddles and cold kisses as well

You end up staying out a good majority of the night, only going back home when the streets become empty

Your safety will always be his number one priority

So although you didn't do anything super exciting for Halloween, Eric still made the night very enjoyable for you

And at least this way, he knew he could protect you