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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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Can I request a yandere Sunghoon oneshot where he's like a mob boss and the reader is an FBI agent, and he kidnaps her, but she runs away and since she knows where to hide so he can't find her, he tracks down her family and threatens to kill them if she doesn't come back to him? I know this is really specific, so it's okay if you can't do it. I was planning to write it myself, but I'm a really slow writer, so it would probably take me 4 years lmao.

Oh no I like that it's specific, it gave me a better idea of what you wanted and I sincerely hope its good because I feel like I rushed it a bit🥲

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"Ugh." You made a noise of discomfort as you woke up to a splitting headache. Blood trickled slowly down the side of your forehead where you had been hit to knock you out.

It was cold and dark, and you were barely able to make out your surroundings, only able to recognize that you were on a chair with rough rope binding your wrists together behind your back. Knowing squinting would further your head pain, you kept your eyes down with the expectation of your captor turning on the brightest light ever once they realized you'd come to.

And they, no, he did.

A bright white light shone above your head, still managing to aggravate your head. As expected, you were stripped of your gun and badge.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

You look up to see the owner of the voice. The same man you'd been tasked to hunt down. A gentle smile on his face as he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt. "Sleep well?"

You're so tempted to say something, anything. But knowing his reputation, it was best to stay quiet. He could do anything he wanted. He practically saw himself above the law, never getting his hands dirty.

He stands in the doorway with a man on each side to guard the door. Once he begins to move closer to you, you can't deny your heart racing, mostly in fear of what he'd do to you.

He stops dead in his tracks, pursing his lips as his eyes scan you from head to toe. "Head probably hurts, doesn't it?" He doesn't like your silence but he's not willing to hurt you more just to get a response.

"So." He begins as he pulls a cigarette out of his shirt's top pocket while his other hand slips into his pants pocket to pull out a flip lighter. With the cigarette in his mouth, he covers the flame of his lighter as he lights it, putting it away once it's lit. "You must be wondering why you're here."

"Why I've been kidnapped by the infamous Park Sunghoon?" You asked as he removed the stick of nicotine out of his mouth to blow smoke out, the cigarette placed delicately between his dainty fingers. "Yes, I do want to know."

He lets out a deep chuckle as he slowly strolls around your chair. "You're the FBI agent, try figuring it out."

"Are you planning on killing me? Send a message or something?" If anything, you wondered why just your hands were tied. Does he want you to speak so much? Is he practically opening the door for you to escape?

"No, quite the opposite actually," he says as he tilted his head up to blow more smoke into the air. "See, if I wanted you dead, I would've gotten someone to do it for me since I don't like getting my hands dirty."

"Don't people like you mostly go after money? I didn't loan any from you," you said with furrowed eyebrows. Even with a headache the size of the galaxy, you wouldn't take any of his shit, even if you had to die because of it.

"Don't people like you, I don't know, solve crimes? Arrest wanted criminals? Keep people like me off the streets? Or is that just crime shows?" He asked as he stood in front of you, blowing the remaining smoke in your face, causing you to cough as he tossed the cigarette butt and smashed it with his foot.

"This is more," he pauses as he puts his hand on your head. "Personal."

You jerked your head away from his hand, nearly disgusted by his touch. He waved his hand towards the men at the door, signalling them to leave you two alone. Once the door closes behind them and it's just you two, it finally sets in as to who you're dealing with.

"You don't remember how you got here, do you?" He manages to send shivers down your spine as his voice lowers. "I brought you here."

"Don't you have people who do that for you?" You're half in disbelief that he, a notorious mob boss who has everyone do anything he tells them to, would personally kidnap you.

"I do," he nods slowly. "But I wanted to get you myself, because you're special to me."

You scoffed. "I've had my eye on you for a while now, maybe ever since you were tasked to 'hunt me down'" he signals air quotations as he speaks. "I am quite a fan of the finer things in life and you so happened to be one of them."

Your eyes stay on him as he slowly strolls around your chair once more. "Y/n L/n, a few months out of rookie ranking, dubbed one of the monster rookies of the FBI." He places his index finger so lightly on your shoulder, gently dragging it across your back.

"Oh how in love I felt when I saw you," he wondered aloud. "Such a pretty face, such strength and independence, never letting a man boss her around unnecessarily. It's pretty hot."

He leans in closely to your face, jerking back when you leaned in to bite him. "Ooh, feisty," he laughed, the melodic sound echoing against the walls.

"What do you want with me?" You asked, having forgotten about his confession just moments ago.

"Isn't it obvious?" He chuckled darkly as he made his way behind you, leaning close enough to your ear to whisper. "I want you to be mine."

If it weren't for the pain in your head, you'd laugh in his face. "Over my dead body would I be yours."

"I'd rather have you alive," he says softly as he places gentle kisses behind your ear. "Come on, I could give you everything your heart desires. I could treat you like a queen if you agree to stay with me. I would love you more than anyone on earth could."

"You're fucking demented," you said as you threw your head in his direction, ultimately headbutting him. He moves away from you, his hand over the area you hit. "Well, ow."

"I'll give you some time to think about it," he said as he made his way to the door. "Just know that love can make you do a lot of crazy things, and my love for you is boundless."

Once you watch him leave, shutting the door behind him, you notice that you didn't hear any sort of lock. 'They left the door unlocked?' You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked around. 'It must be a trap.'

That didn't mean it would stop you from trying to escape.

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The endless running from security guards tired you out, but you'd located his 'lair' and could finally take him down.

You hadn't gotten the chance to unbind your wrists so the scratchy rope began causing slightly open wounds, but you'd treat them once you got to your safe house. You were aware that he'd be after you, your house wouldn't be safe and neither would any friend's.

It was just outside of town in a secluded area where you would often lie low since it was off the radar. It would be difficult to contact anyone from the near horrid signal but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Upon entering the safe house, you immediately went for one of the blades on the table, finally freeing your wrists before pulling out your first aid kit to tend to your wounds. You let out strong hisses of pain as you cleaned your head wound, surprised to see it just needed a bandaid and not a full head bandage.

You stayed there for a few hours, waiting for what you thought would be the right time to leave.

You were right. He didn't know where to find you. All the resources he could possibly have, and he couldn't trace the one thing he wanted. But he could track down what he knew would lure you in, and he was prepared to do just about anything he could to get you, not even hesitant to risk anyone in your life.

You grabbed your walkie-talkie, going to find signal to alert your superiors of the information you got, constantly having to raise it and move it around for the static to stop.

"Hello, is anyone there? Over." You repeat every time static stops, only for you to lose signal and keep walking towards town.

"Hello!" You finally heard on the other side.

"Yes, hello, this is Agen-"

"Agent L/n." That voice. It wasn't supposed to be heard. "It seems you thought about my offer."

"Yeah and I rejected it, now stay where you are," you demanded as you marched towards town.

"Where I am? You mean, your parents house?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, blood draining from your face. "My what?"

"Think I'm lying?" You could feel Sunghoon smirking through the walkie-talkie as he moved it closer to the screams of your parents, crying out for help.

"Don't you dare touch them, I will fucking ki-"

"You? Kill me?" The screams in the background became indistinct, meaning he was walking away from your parents. "I told you, I'd do anything to make you mine."

"You really are a sick bastard," you spat through the walkie-talkie.

"I'm your sick bastard," he said teasingly.

This isn't what you signed up for when you joined the force. You wanted to help people, rid the country of some of the most dangerous people and yet got entangled with one. You remember telling your coworkers not to worry when they mentioned how handsome your target was, constantly telling you not to develop a crush or fall in love with him.

But in reality, you were slightly repulsed by him, purely because of his actions. He was one of the biggest threats to society, everyone thought you'd fall for him because of his looks when you took on his case when really he was the one that fell for you.

You didn't want to admit you liked one thing about him, and that was his smile. His teeth sparkled like freshly fallen snow, his sharper than normal canines made him look like a vampire; his pale skin just adding to the suspicion that he was one.

But as you walked back to his house, you regretted taking the case. Had you known you'd become a prisoner like this, you probably would've chosen your secondary career path in finance.

You stood in front of his large house, staring at the door as you waited for your captor. The second you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, you knew your life was over.

"So," Sunghoon leaned in to peck your cheek. "Ready to spend the rest of your life with me?"

#enhypen sunghoon #enhypen yandere #yandere enhypen #sunghoon yandere #yandere sunghoon #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons

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charlieslowartsies · 6 months

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Been re-reading KGA and the hyperfixation has sunk its claws into me and refuses to let me go, but honestly I don’t mind it.

Speaking of not minding shit that holds and refuses to let go, any commentary on Mike and Marion’s relationship? For some reason its one of my favorites in the series (prolly because Marionette has always been my favorite FNAF character) regardless of how borderline toxic or even codependent it could be interpreted as.

haha I'm glad you're enjoying the reread! At some point I want to sit down and try to reread LB-GS myself. Maybe after LW is completed.

As always, this bitch RAMBLES.

Marion is def one of my favorites too. I'm more a Bonnie fan though, but despite that, I didn't really expect to find so much interest in Mike and Marion becoming so close. Of course, as I've mentioned before, Foxy was the original character I intended to be closest to Mike Schmidt.

Marion and Freddy had other plans apparently lmao. The story really started demanding things from me around Devil's Spine and Ghost Strings. Characters wanted things I tried giving them.

The more I mapped out Marion's history and fleshed out dumbass golden retriever Mike, I realized I really wanted to lean into them being inseparable with the mindset of: To be loved is to be changed, and to be used is to be harmed.

Marion was used a lot in his past, so he was harmed, and he harmed others for it. He had misguided wishes, he didn't listen to others advice, and he wanted to blindly protect the restaurant and the children.

Marionette, much as he made poor choices and harmed so many, was also a victim of grooming/true cruelty from William Afton. He put so much blind faith and trust into Afton in the very beginning, and drew lots of similar traits from him as well that didn't become apparent until Afton was gone and the other Animatronics noticed how...intense Marion was, in trying to protect and control every angle.

This doesn't make what he did right. And it took him a long time to learn the lessons he needed. (LW being my fav example when he apologizes to Max/Michael for how he treated the zombie, indicating something is shifting between them especially. I'm SO excited for the end of LW where Max gets the Gift from Puppet, the thing he's wanted most.)

Most of that undoing was thanks to Mike, who was both kind and easy going while becoming less of a rug as time went on to Puppet, who mentions more than once across the series he isn't used to being challenged.

Mike came into the restaurant with no understanding of the horrors that occurred. Of what Marion had done, or could do. He just knew Marion helped him out a little bit for those first five nights, which meant Mari was his friend. Once Mike is a friend with someone he accepts them/loves them but also speaks his mind if he thinks it's needed.

And then of course this comes around to the side of Marion's thinking. 'This is my person, someone I can trust, who won't harm me/my family. I need him. He won't use Fredbear like Springbonnie was used. He is loyal and affectionate and tries to meet me halfway, even when we don't agree on something. And if I lose him...what's left? What else is there for me, but to go back to the way things were? I can't ever let that happen.'

Marion's going to be protective, naturally. Flip-side being that he needs to work on not taking that too far. Coming back in Last Shift, I didn't want like...a perfectly stable and fixed Marionette just appearing out of Lefty and having everyone go 'Why is he playing nice all of a sudden??' Because frankly the in-character response from them all minus Mike would be "We don't trust him far as Foxy can throw him" which....fair.

I didn't want 100% of his growth as a character being off screen. I wanted that to be earned and for readers to be given it, so the Revived design and the strings being tied to Mike are for that door way to be opened.

I wanted Marion to do the work, but Mike also had some growing to, that he had worked on in FF. (Marion was breaking down in GS, but he'd only split apart because Mike goes against Mari's warnings and ends up getting the Puppet destroyed when he was trying to help.)

You mentioned the borderline between how dark their bond could go, and yes I wanted that showcased too. I wanted a balancing act.

Repeating history won't do any good, especially not for Mike if Marion goes too overboard. At the end of the day though, Mike can dial Marion back, and keep him on a better straight-and-narrow than the lil devil used to exist on.

I think what helps steer away from the dangerous edge of what I would consider true toxic-ness is Mike can call Marion out, effectively. Likewise, Marion can call out Mike to. There's also Foxy, who is equally happy to call Marion tf out, as well as others once they see Marion isn't how he used to be.

Marion's themes/lessons in LW are: Being different doesn't mean the other is bad. To be loved is to be changed. And they overlap with Mike's, which are:

You can be put back together even if broken. No one can be strong all the time.

Is being too controlling harmful as fuck? Yes. I do not condone it , obviously. That's why Marion's story is NOT: "he became more possessive and was allowed to, and go on hurting himself/Mike or others." The narrative at the end of LS and into LW began rewarding Marion for trying to work on his aggressiveness at others. He was trying.

He choose to let Mike go, not letting him fully die out in Limbo. Then protected him from Henry's Rage where-before, all he could do was hide in Lefty and try to give hints and clues. He gained more agency the more he did the Right thing. (Of course, Mike rebuilt him a body and helped him come back.) And out of the gate in LW we have Mike advising Marion heavily to work on his attitude.

So Marion reaches out to one of the Mini Music Men in LW, and this ends up earning him a small friendship that chapters later saves Max and Gregory's life. Mari didn't have to use threats, and he wasn't in the scene but the ripples of his actions caused this effect. He also started listening to the DCA instead of ignoring or simply powering them down, and that meant he was able to see things from their perspective and help them out instead of pushing them away. Marion's gunna get softer the longer he spends anchored to Mike Schmidt. In some ways, Mike Schmidt will harden a tad, but not to the point of changing much beyond his typical kindness. More like maturing, and understanding to not launch himself head first into everything.

Basically Marion needed some socialization lmao. Mike unknowingly helped that early on (like, think GS days) and then after he got him back he noticed the problems better/clearer.

While I always hope people interpret the series the way I envision it, everyone reads differently and has their own life experiences that colors their thinking. Which is p neat, but if nothing else...I just hope people have a good time reading the fics as I do writing them out.

#ask #answered #kga #knight guard au

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the-berf · 8 months

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The Beef wasn't exactly in the best location in the city. Sure, there was decent footfall but there was also a turf war and they were on the clash line. In a way it was inevitable that someone would take one look and decide it was the kind of place that could be robbed.

"Hand over your money and nobody gets hurt."

Richie almost laughed until he looked up and saw a gun pointed at him. Palms up to placate, he raised his eyebrows.

"Well fuck me, you're serious. You sure you want to do this?" The safety clicked off and Richie cleared his throat. "Sure. I hope you like disappointment. Let me just-" a hand slowly lowered to the till. "-get you all...uh...fifty three dollars and, heh, sixty-nine cents."

The robber stared at him, incredulous. "That seriously all you got?"

"Post-covid, most people pay card, you know?"

"Don't shit me. Where's your safe?"

Of course Carmy had to stick his stupid nose into things in that very moment. He took in the scene with almost amusement until the gun was levelled at him. Then his face shuttered off, blank and tight.

"Yo. Why you threatening my cousin?" The robber's hand wavered as Carmy approached and stood firmly in front of the counter, shielding Richie with his own body. "Are you seriously trying to rob us?"

"Get me to your safe. Now!"

Leaning in, arms crossed over his chest and cocky, Carmy was almost gleeful to reply, "No."

Richie half expected the gun to go off. Instead, the robber spun it and pistol whipped Carmy who staggered under the blow, trying to catch himself on the counter. Rather than rally, he sank down into a boneless heap as he lost consciousness.

"Shit." Richie peerer over the counter. "Cuz?" No response. "Carmen? Cousin? You good?" In the silence he looked up at the robber. "The fuck you do that for? Did you kill him?!"

The robber turned and ran, leaving Richie to vault over the counter as he rushed to Carmy's side. Thank fuck he was breathing.

"Can I get some hands here!" He yelled, trusting someone, anyone, to come help. Sure enough, Tina appeared a moment later and was sent running for ice. She returned with that and Syd in tow.

"Who's the first aider here?"

To Syd's question Tina pointed at Carmy. Of course it had to be him.

"Some jagoff pistol whipped him. Don't think that's covered in any course." Richie pressed the ice to where Carmy had been struck and he could have cried in relief that it seemed to help bring him round. That relief didn't last long though because the groan turned into a squirm then it was a matter of trying to help flip Carmy so he didn't choke on his own puke. Once he seemed done, eyes blinking against the lights, Richie leaned over him to get a good look.

"Cousin?"

"Fuck." Maybe Carmy was better than expected, if he responded in such a Carmy-like way. Except his eyes were looking around, squinting but his breath hitched. "Wha-? Why? Mikey's gonna kill me."

Heart squeezing, Richie was saved from having to try and reply by Syd butting in.

"Hey Carmy. How you doing?"

Blinking hard, Carmy obviously had trouble focusing. But that was probably the least of their worries when the next question out of his mouth was, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oookay." Syd leaned back. "Is that weird? Because that's weird to me."

Only expletives crossed Richie's mind. They needed Carmy comfortable and out of the public eye in order to figure out what was going on. Nodding to himself, he came up with a plan on the fly.

"Syd, close up. Carmen, I'm going to take you to the office. Tina, call Nat then help Syd."

"No!" The protest was near panicked from Carmy and he groaned, hand going to his head which was probably pounding. "He can't see me. He'll kill me. Said I was banned."

There were only so many times Richie's heart could be ripped from his chest. He couldn't handle telling Carmy the truth about Mikey. Couldn't bear the idea of seeing him learn the truth again. So he lied. Lied to protect them both.

"It's his day off. He'll never know. Don't you worry."

Scooping Carmy up, he groaned. For all appearances, his cousin sure was compact. Thankfully the route to the office had been cleared and Richie deposited him on the couch. At the telling groan, he put the trashcan next to Carmy for good measure.

"Thanks. How's Tiff?"

Just when Richie thought things couldn't get worse, they did. He needed to stop being such an optimist about how much lower the bar could get. Bending the truth by omission, he cleared his throat.

"Good. She's good. You?"

The hollow laugh from Carmy was answer enough but he deigned to add words. "Banned from the family restaurant no matter what I achieve. Mikey won't pick up the phone anymore. Sugar keeps telling me to call Mom. I live for the moment service finishes so I can go for a smoke. So yeah, great."

Talking was good, right? Richie had a vague recollection of not letting people sleep if they hit their head. Or was it when they took certain drugs? He'd be fucked if he could remember.

Thankfully the office door clicked open and Nat stepped in. Richie wished he hadn't been watching Carmy. Emotions flashed over his face as Nat's appearance triggered memories. Disbelief, horror, grief, misery all followed in quick succession. At least he had the presence of mind to grab the trashcan to hurl into. Not that there was much to come up other than a bit more pepto.

"Oh Carm." Nat perched gingerly on the couch and rubbed his back.

All of a sudden, Richie felt like he was intruding. This was a moment between siblings and he was nothing more than an interloper.

Looking up, Carmy's eyes were large and watery. Whether from throwing up or the onslaught of emotions at remembering Mikey's death was neither here nor there. However, it gave Richie the perfect view of mismatched pupils and he cursed under his breath. They needed to get Carmy to hospital.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #richie jerimovich #natalie berzatto #carmy & richie #carmy & nat #carmy whump #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #cw concussion #cw robbery

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soulofgenocide · 2 months

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Sickness

. . THIS WILL BE FUN . .

"Bloodthirsty psycho."

. . THE POT . .

Richard laughed and pulled out a stim from his coat pocket, taking a deep hit and letting the drug surge through his entire body like a shockwave of pure ecstasy. A grin close to that of a cyberpsycho spread across his lips, that or someone about to finish, either way he grit his teeth and popped out both of his mantis blades.

"We're just getting rid of an unwanted sickness."

The door of the drug den burst open with Richard's foot on the other side of it, he'd kicked in the metal sliding door like it was one to a doll house and it sent the 'elevated' residents inside into panic. Stumbling like fools Richard walked past, eyes scanning over them as he placed an incendiary grenade on the table with their stash and made a small waving gesture. Those who understood ran for their life, those who didn't we caught as the stash and nearby burst into flames, Richard already moving his way down the hall deeper into the den.

. . NO SIGN YET . .

"Pestilence has learned a bit I guess, still walks around with that stupid ass mark but at least learned how to hide it now."

At the end of the hall Richard came across a red X, spray painted across a fairly normal looking wall, but as he gave it a knock with a mantis it made a clearly metal sound in response. With a roll of his eyes Richard then dug his blade into the shitty drywall directly next to the metal door, and sliced clean through the electronic lock keeping it in place.

"Moron puts a reinforced door in the slums but doesn't fix the walls up too."

The opened path lead to a short set of stairs, just enough to go down into a basement which then lead deeper into an old bunker, one likely from the corpo wars or before. Slum residents knew how to survive hell, and that was dig deeper until nobody can even fucking smell you anymore, survival comes before anything else. The basement was mostly empty, except for a small stash of boosters that got another grenade chucked their way, and he was down the bunker stairs before the burn started.

"Seems his cult is still the same, slum, guttertrash, traitors and shitbags is pretty much all he ever gathers, so where the fuck did he get all that iron and tech."

. . PESTILENCE AI IS CAPABLE OF RECREATING BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS. THEORY. THEY FOUND THE NEEDED LOCATION TO RECREATE A STRONG ENOUGH WEAPON. USED IT AGAINST A MILITECH OUTPOST. TAKING CANDY FROM A BABY'S CORPSE . .

"That is absolutely not the saying, still to get that all back not only states side but into NC, someone heavy has their hand above him, whether they're a puppet master or the unknowing puppet."

. . THEORY. CONQUEST? . .

"Why the fuck would he ever arm his enemy, you know how it goes, there can only be one."

. . CONQUEST IS INTELLIGENT. HE PLAYS A LONG GAME WHILE WE TRY TO SIMPLY WIN ONE ROUND OF CHESS. IMPOSSIBLE TO PREDICT HIS PLANS. DO NOT DISMISS . .

Richard sighed but WAR was right, always assume in NC someone was gonna pull off the impossible and that their bullshit would likely get you killed. Finally they came to the bottom of the bunker stairs and kicked open another door, only to find this room empty, not of just people but of everything entirely, except for an old cellphone sitting on the floor which rang the moment they walked in.

"Motherfucker."

. . TRACING . .

With another sigh Richard picked up the old phone, flipping it open and then rolling his eyes when there was an annoying laugh on the other end.

"Hello my dear brother."

"Eat shit Pest, if we were ever related I'd purge the whole bloodline."

"Oh? Didn't a corp take care of that already, ever find out who that was? I'd truly love to meet the lads that were kind enough to give me this gift."

"You know what I actually did."

"Really now?"

"And every single one of them is mutilated beyond recognition, and that fucking gun they stole from me is on my trophy as it should be, granted it's now stained with their blood."

"Mr. Mantis using a gun? Must've been really mad."

"Get to your point, I walked into your little trap what now?"

"Oh, nothing brother, I moved all of my supplies out of there the other day expecting you to come along and just left some addicted dregs behind. This was just for our first hello, it's been so long after all, thought you'd miss me."

"You know what, I did miss part of you."

"How sweet!"

"The dipshit part, that thinks this is the first place I went to today."

"...Wha-"

On the other end Pestilence was clearly interrupted, as he was told not only was more than half of his product up in flames, but every single militia cultist that were in those dens were torn to pieces. Richard wore a tiny smirk as he then heard the loud bang of him slamming his fist into something metal.

"Still there. Dear brother?"

"Burning some RAT nests won't slo-

"There you fucking go again, same as before, you think you're fucking Conquest and above me like I can't read you like an open book. Hell, try reading a book, maybe then you'll actually get one step ahead of me."

"Like the men I've got outside waiting for you?"

"What men?"

There was a loud silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sigh, as Pestilence mumbled something to whatever subordinate was in the room.

"You don't learn Pesty, I thought you had, you brought all that iron and heavy here but what's the fucking point if you don't know how to use it properly. You're trying to fight me with violence, with soldiers and psychos high off their ass? Bitch please, this is NC and I'm motherfucking WAR walking."

Richard crushed the old phone into a mix of dust and scrap which fell from his palm, he then turned and went back up the stairs, avoiding the burning fire in the basement. Once back in the main drug den he tossed another two firestarters across the room, then slipped out the door and lit up a cigarette.

. . HE IS DOWNTOWN . .

"Mm, not for long and we're too far, cunt at least knew to keep some distance, tell Rogue theres some places burning in the slum that may need put out. She'll like the bunker actually, always good to have a hole to hide in."

. . THEN WHY DID YOU SET IT ON FIRE? . .

"Gotta burn out the stench first."

He raised his leg a bit high, the reason of course being the dozens of dead men littered around the entrance to the den, all with holes blown cleanly through them and charred around it. As he made his way through the body minefield the Javelina slowly rolled up from across the alley where it had been hiding, in the perfect spot for shooting fish in a barrel.

#ic #cyberpunk rp #cyberpunk 2077

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shaunsummers · 11 months

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Tek's Birthday!

"We can do breakfast and a show." Not having any sort of plans, other than simply adjusting to the now, it was nice to be invited to what was apparently a big event for their household; even if Siren had no clue what she was getting into. Though, in the comfort of an old friendship, she'd take just about any excuse to hangout with Quinn. However, it did seem as though a certain someone could use their help. "God bless." Releasing a sound of humor, Siren motions over to the content blob of intoxication. At least Robin was a happy drunk. "One of us might have to hold her up."

"Well, I hope so. I put down my chicken nugget money for this match." Sure, Robin may have known Sierra for much longer but there had never been a day were she put down someone the way Beatrix did to Devin. At least, that Robin knew about. She beams, feeling confidence boosted from a solid chance at double fast food and the amount of shots sloshing through her insides.

Not that she would have let on but under normal circumstances, Shaun's arm around her would have been a welcomed notion. Unfortunately, tonight it came with a cheap imitation and weird, unflinching eye contact. Oh yeah, Shaun was fucked up. "And I wish you could do a better accent." Titling her head as a hand plucks away her grasp, Lilith perks a mock smile before making her way to reclaim her seat and toss the chip bags on the table.

Jade had simply assumed that Sam was only humored by her girlfriend's transition of softie to controlled rage. So, the reaction mostly goes unnoticed. She does, however, notice Shaun in her drunken state put her arm around Lilith. Even clearly dicking around, it was so obvious. Christ, were they going to pull a Rebel and Tek and take two years to get on with it? Because it sure as fuck seemed so. Being reunited with the summer heat and parted from the nosiest of the bunch, Jade shuffles the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket before breaking from Sierra to join the table. "Use that anger. It'll help."

"Oh, I plan on it." Feeling boosted by the power of her boo and the pop hits of the early 2000's playing from the speakers inside, Sierra begins her journey down the steps to start the show. It was normal for her to be a little nervous about these types of things. Beatrix was no push over. Clearly. But, also, she was super pumped to have a challenge.

"It's okay. It's just one more round." Hell, Rebel felt the same. All she wanted to do was squeeze her and kiss her and gross out Devin. But she had to be strong! "They're going to tear each other to shreds. It's gonna be amazing!" She giggles with excitement, pulling Tek into her arms. Of course, she wasn't going to leave her lady out in the cold. A cuddle drop off was in order. Though, the candidates....Who was worthy? She was still mad at Siren for delaying their Attack on Titan marathon. So, that was out. Robin was fucking wasted. She couldn't be trusted to hold herself up. Lilith and Shaun were too busy flirting. Quinn, while a great friend, might teach her karate that would later cause consequences. To Tek herself. Sam was also great but they barely knew each other. And Devin was just a butt! That left the drama queen himself. "Aiden, take your husband!"

He had already snagged a seat in-between Robin and Devin, ready to see the brawl unfold. His bet was Sierra, naturally, knowing how frightening she was when angry. Flipping his hair back, Aiden grins wide as his eyes meet the newlyweds and he leans his head back to let out a long, high pitched moan. "Come here and give me that sugar, daddy!" He wasn't getting up. They should've known this.

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"Really? That bad, is it? I watched it so many times—for practice." Shaun laughs lightly, her arm falling limply to her side. She had done it unthinkingly, but a small prickle of insecurity surfaced at the rebuff, though was quickly masked with the light response. Perhaps Lilith didn't want her touching her. Shit, whoops. Shaun sets her drink on the table and digs for her cigarettes before taking her seat, folding her idle hand in her lap. "Keep your arms and legs close to your body, she likes going for submissions." She remarks idly to Sierra before she leaves. Of course she had bet on Beatrix, as planned, but she didn't want what happened to Devin to repeat. "I don't think she'll go in quite as hard, but she might if she's worried you'll win."

"Sounds like a plan." Quinn smiles, giving her a small nudge with her arm. "You'll dig it, trust me." And speaking of new roommates that were a little messy, she follows Siren's gesturing to their future one sitting on the chair like a liquid. Lordy.

"Chicken nugget money? Well, now I have to win." Beatrix chuckles, though was thankful for Siren and Quinn coming in behind them. "You might." She remarks to Siren's comment. "She's absolutely plastered."

"Well, I still got an open lap, if you need some strong shoulders to rest on." Quinn teases, tilting her head with a pursed smile. Oh yeah, Robin was hammered. "Two guns just for you, girl."

"Pfft. Well, make sure she's okay, prince charming." Beatrix shakes her head with a sound of humor. "Mama's got lives to ruin." Giving a small salute and smile, she turns to head back out to the grass.

"Okay, one more round. For battle!" Tek relents with a warm smile, delighted to get a little lovin' before they had to separate. And even with her wife making eager and tantalizing mating calls, she still leans up to plant a soft peck against Rebel's cheek before releasing her. "The beauty of polygamy, I can have plenty of sloppy cuddles until you return!" She grins before turning to plop heavily in Aiden's lap, knowing full well he wasn't about to come get her. "No tears, my delicate flower. Papa's here! To take that delicate flower." She grins, running a finger down his chest.

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face-palming-fox · 4 months

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look,

i do feel bad for somerton for making an attempt on his life, truly. hell, even ballinger i wondered what her mental state has been through all her mess. i don't believe anyone should be bullied or harassed or threatened, that kinda behavior is wholly unnecessary. we can say critical things about these people without going for them directly in any manner.

but that being said, not only do i keep an inkling of doubt that this wasn't intentionally calculated (and i hate to say/think so) so he could come back and use it as a sympathy ploy, but i gotta say... if anyone plans and agrees to pursue an internet's eye on them, i need all of u to be aware that u should definitely take into account that some day, shit might go belly up on u, possibly if u haven't even done anything bc people are super shitty on this internet these days and will try to stomp out literally anyone they see as competition or a threat even if someone is innocently minding their own business.

if u don't think that u have the fortitude and mental capacity to handle any kind of tragedy regarding ur content, that if something did happen u would feel the need to do what he's claimed he's done, don't make content. don't put urself out there like that. there's been people who have had to deal with things on a much smaller scale than him FOR NO REASON and it could happen to u to, so if i can't endure or mentally handle that, do not put urself into focus to be targeted like that and save ur mental health the trouble.

THAT being said, i would believe if he had done what he says he had done and i don't doubt that he faced immense backlash and criticism from all sides but i gotta say.... he could've prevented this. he knew what he was doing was wrong. he kept denying what he was doing and deflecting/attacking other people. the thing that pisses me off the most about when people get called out and inevitably attacked is, they've done the same behaviors to other/smaller people to stomp them down and keep them quiet to keep boosting themselves up to grow to the size they've gotten to but then as soon as the script flips and THEY'RE the ones now facing harassment, it's suddenly unacceptable and everyone should have sympathy for THEM. again, no one should have to deal with attacking and harassing but when u call ur audiences to go after smaller people who call u out and then whine that u now have to face the same thing.. it's just really tone deaf to me and it's like u could've owned up to it and gracefully bowed out when u were first found out instead of bringing it to this large scale of scrutiny. (we're seeing the same thing with lauren the mortician who was defaming multiple tiktok creators and is now pursing lawsuits against select creators for defamation of herself where people have only said opinionated and criticism type things towards her)

anyway. idk. he needs to step away from the internet. he needs to let people remove themselves from his patreon, INFORM them that they're able to, and then remove everything he's done from the internet and stay away/detox from being in public eye for a while and get himself some help and figure his life out. he didn't deserve harassment but he did deserve the criticism and he needs to realize that and do a lot of self reflection.

and i hope the creators who spoke about them don't feel responsible for his actions bc again, he could've owned up to all of this when he kept repeatedly being outed and kept everything from blowing up on this scale, or taken any responsibility at all for his actions. none of them did anything but comment on the fact that he was doing awful things to the queer and creator communities.

(also, him stating what he tried to do, making it/himself the focus of the video also feels like 'i hope u all feel bad now for pushing me here for saying things about me' which again.. invalidates any apology he was attempting. he's still being manipulative even now)

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They've been at it for ... a few weeks now. ' It ' being each other ... At least, that's what they're trying to sell with this whole ' fake dating ' ploy. ( Only the great minds of Hollywood could come up with a PR stunt like this. ) They're practically in the honeymoon phase — or would be. It's clear they have at least both settled into these off-screen roles, on top of their on-screen ones. They were actually getting to know each other. They even got a shorthand going between them and it'd gotten so comfortable that, for a second, it felt like the whole thing was unshakable. Until like ... twenty minutes ago.

The whole vibe had shifted. The ' make sure they're seen going into one of their respective places of residence ' plan had been pulled off plenty of times by now. They get seen together, maybe with a little canoodling, then they get inside and sit on opposite ends of a couch while they kill time before one of them leaves or one of them sleeps on the sofa. Easy peasy, usually. Ending up on the pool, admittedly, wasn't part of the plan.

But what can he say? They got caught up in the moment. She shoved him, he pulled her — tale as old as time. And, for once, he's hoping she didn't notice the way he was looking at her ( but maybe he's trying to ignore it himself ) . It really just ... got away from him, he thinks. Shit, once second longer and he would have leaned in. But the doorbell rang — thank god — so he had to drag himself, sopping wet, out of the pool and take care of that. ( How many pizza delivery kids can say they saw Johnny Cage answer his door fully clothed but dripping head-to-toe? )

They're both mostly dried off, changed — he lent her some sweats and a t-shirt, like a gentleman — and now they're actually settling in to eat. Johnny sets a couple of plates down on the floor of his at-home cinema, where they've decided on dinner and a movie ... on opposite sides of the aisle. ( Like nothing ever even happened ... ) After the plates, a couple of beers : peace offering, sort of. ❝ I feel like we're already pretty even, all things considered, ❞ he says, lighthearted, as he sits down on the floor, ❝ Even if you did start it. ❞ There's a warm, practically sweet, smile on his lips while he flips open one of the pizza boxes. ❝ But call this an apology — I guess. ❞ He gets an amused scoff in response and he watches her smile out of the corner of his eye —

❝ You’re not who I thought you were. ❞

It's not that the comment catches him by surprise ( he's gotten that one a few times ) but, coming from Jordan ... he must be doing something right. By all accounts, it's a nice moment. Heartfelt. In the movies, this is where the tough, misunderstood romantic male lead blushes, says something charming like, ' Well, most people don't really take the time to get to know me. ' But not Johnny. No, he just can't help the good-natured smirk that comes onto his face when he says, practically in a chuckle, ❝ I knew it. ❞ Instead of the love interest, it's like he becomes the little kid on the playground running circles around his classmate, just to mess with them. He pulls a slice of pizza from the box and places it on his plate ; he lifts his thumb to his lips and quickly licks off some grease and seasoning before grabbing his beer. Johnny looks up at Jordan now. At this exact moment, yeah, he's got a little bit of that butterfly feeling deep down in his stomach ( like the pool ) just at the thought of this. But not even that will get him to resist the urge to make eye-contact and still tease, ❝ You like me. ❞ He takes a drink. ( It's all in good fun, right? )

@survivall

#survivall #interaction / johnny cage.#they're BACK #as if they ever left

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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The Experiment. (Dom!Sehun x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Con-Noncon (you consent to the act for the sake of play), dacryphilia, choking, anal, hair pulling, bondage, fear kink, gagging, slapping, pretend hate sex, puppy kink, orgasm denial, degradation and humiliation. Browse at your own risk.

Y/n gulped as she walked hand-in-hand with her older, much bigger boyfriend and dom, Sehun. A couple of 7 months now, they had soon realised after a few weeks of going out that both of them liked things on the… rougher side.

Today, they were going to try… something, after very careful planning and discussion.

Sehun knew he had to be the responsible one in the relationship always. And so during experiments as well as 'serious' things he didn't play around or let Y/n shy away, sitting her down and planning everything out.

He didn't ever want to hurt her. Not even accidentally.

The couple came to a halt when they reached the trailer placed in the middle of the jungle, Sehun turning to the girl and pushing her closer by the back of her neck before touching his lips to her forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too… sir." A timid whisper followed the manly voice, her legs in a complete contrast to her scared voice, thighs squeezing against one another to ease the tension between them.

Oh. Her panties were already soaked.

"You know your safe words, pup." The key turned in the lock and Sehun was in character by the time the door to the trailer slowly opened inwards, his grip hardening on the back of her neck as he roughly hauled her in, stepping inside before hitting the lights as she started to whine and struggle.

"Get in here you little whore!" He was amazed by how fast her tears busted out, as if on cue. "Pathetic! Thinking you can fight against your owner! What a bad dog!" Y/n loved the insults as well as the rough grip he had on her hair, moving her before going to close the door. "You, little pup, need lots of training-!"

The man's words were cut short when she grabbed a vase that had been put intentionally there before hitting his arm hard enough with it that his grip on her loosened, aiding the girl in slipping away through the still ajar door.

"I WILL NEVER SLEEP WITH A SICK AND DIRTY MAN LIKE YOU!" The girl shrieked, her bad acting looking like one out of those porn videos as she rushed away from him, Sehun following soon after grunting and cussing. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

They knew nobody would come as no one could hear them. This was in the middle of nowhere. They knew it. They had planned it. For weeks.

But something about blindly running in the dark followed by a man so strong and of Sehun's kind, made adrenaline rush through Y/n's veins, her core just getting needier and needier. It was a chilly night. But the fire glowing hotter and hotter deep within her ovaries was providing her enough warm to keep running as tears blurred her vision.

This felt so real. So dangerous. So vicious. Cruel. Terrifying, even.

And she loved it.

The thoughts of what was going to follow this made her knees weak, causing them to buckle up as she went tumbling down against the dead leaves, making her groan as she landed on her chest, wanting to be pounded from behind right there.

"Oh no! Oh no!" She cried harder, sounding more aroused with each word, trying to 'weakly' crawl away as Sehun approached her from behind, clicking his tongue which made her struggle harder. "OH NO SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!"

"Absolutely pathetic" clicking his tongue, the man effortlessly grabbed her ankle, dragging her against the leaves as she squawked and drooled humiliatingly, trying to 'break free' from her 'captor' as he dragged her back to the trailer. "You could have at least tried to run away, tsk. But you're really eager, huh?" The man didn't know if he was in character or speaking in general.

Because his slut of a cumsock was always ready to be fucked by him.

In the most vile of ways.

"OH NO! LEAVE ME! LEAVE ME YOU VILE DIRTY MAN!" Her heart was thumping in her ears as she struggled to act, going a little wordless from the excitement of what was to come, almost stopping completely when he threw her over his shoulder and entered the trailer before locking it shut and walking to the bed, throwing her on it. "OH GOD! OH PLEASE NO!"

"Hold still!" Slapping one of her breasts harshly, Sehun felt himself slipping deeper into his dominant headspace, in which he wasn't so tolerable to any sort of fussing, tearing her skimpy little outfit off. "Sure you want me to let you go huh slut?" Now hitting her cheek, the male said in a stern voice.

"Because from the hooker shit you wear it appears you want anything with a cock real or fake to fuck all of your pathetic little nasty holes" when she started to cry harder and thrash around, the man grunted and pulled-tore her panties off, taking a quick sniff before pushing them in her mouth, the girl's sensitive tongue picking up the salty taste almost instantly.

"Disgusting little whore lying to my face!" Grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head, the man pulled her head back to have her look up at him before he slapped her again. "When you are practically dripping! Such a nasty little dog I have here!" Another slap on the same cheek before he let go of her hair and slapped her other cheek with his now free hand, pinching and pulling at her now reddening, tear stained cheeks.

Y/n's struggling died down a bit as her pussy pulsated harder, ovaries feeling like they were flipping in satisfaction from the cruel slaps, pupils dilating.

Sehun chuckled as his thumb grazed over her wet lips, own tongue running over his as he stepped on her feet to restrict movement. He loved to make a mess of that pretty face, inserting his thumbs in either sides of her mouth now before pulling at them, index fingers pushing her top lip out of the way to humiliatingly reveal her teeth and gums like she was some lab rat.

"You've been a bad little dog for Master, pup. And you know what happens to bad little dogs?" He stretched her mouth even more, eyes cold as ice as he felt his stiff cock harden now. "Such a pretty sleeve for Master's cock." He whispered under his breath, admiring her stretched open mouth.

Before her lust clouded mind could even decipher what was happening, Sehun had already pulled her over the bed, placing her face first against the mattress before hurriedly locking her hands in place against the headboard with handcuffs he had pulled out of his pockets, lips brushing the shell of the girl's ear as his breath fanned her skin.

"They are taught a lesson they will remember for a lifetime."

A shiver ran down her spine as she shuddered, crying even harder and loving the intensity of it all. He could be so sweet and kind but also so cold and rough. So contrasting but so good.

"Hnnngg~" she couldn't help but grind her ass against his abdomen as the man was hurriedly stripping himself of his clothes, making him chuckle as he slapped her mildly bruised ass, causing the smaller body to jump in defense.

"You sure you don't want this?" Pumping his cock, Sehun grinned as he rubbed his length before Y/n's ass cheeks, landing a slap on one before squeezing it hard and pulling at it, pushing it away from the other one. "Because it looks like you do~" a surrendered nod came from the girl, causing him to chuckle.

It was no news that the girl wasn't much of a fighter against him, always melting into her Master's control.

But now was the time of the promised surprise Sehun had told her of. The twist.

Fishing the bottle of lube out of the pocket of his discarded jacket, the male easily opened it with one hand and squeezed it hard, aiming for the tiny little fairly unused hole that would always have her thrash and whine if touched.

And it always made Sehun go for it even more.

A loud muffled whine erupted from the girl as realisation dawned upon her. Fuck. He was about to give her some good old anal that always had her penguin walking for days.

Oh no!

Y/n wanted- needed stimulation in her aching pussy and she needed it now!

Sehun, on the other hand was enjoying the now genuine struggle, humming to himself a devilishly sweet tone whilst dripping thick drops of the liquid on his cock now, the thick tip already pushing against the tiny hole now.

Readying it for the deal was one thing, but forcing it to open as it desperately tried to reject his cock and push it out was on a whole different level.

"It never manages to amuse me how you think fucktoys like you have a choice against-" biting his lip, Sehun enjoyed the feeling of her warm and tight ring of muscles encased his fat tip, hands carelessly discarding the almost empty lube. "-their… fuck-" The male grunted as he struggled to fit his impressively huge cock up her tiny ass, both hands squeezing her bruising ass before separating the cheeks to help it open up, hips slowly pushing deeper and deeper as Y/n's mouth formed an 'O', fresh tears escaping her eyes as her whole felt as though it were on fire.

But hell…

It burnt so good.

He always made it hurt so good.

"... against their Masters" Sehun was panting by the time he was able to finish his sentence, halting midway before pulling outwards to drill the entry a bit wider before moving his whole cock in, the upper half of Y/n's body going limp against the bed as she whimpered and moaned to the pain, the lower half raised in the air as it was being thoroughly invaded.

"Fuck! Such a tight little dog!" The male grunted as he felt his hips slowly easing up because of the ring of muscles slowly getting used to his cock, not many loud sounds coming from the girl.

"Come here!" Grabbing her neck, Sehun made her sit up straighter on her knees, causing her ass to slide back on his cock as she whined loudly, drool dripping down her chin as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, making Sehun thrust harder as he watched her from the mirror he had installed right above the headboard to watch her in such positions, other hand squeezing and pinching her sensitive and hard nipples.

"Look at yourself, little pup. Look up!" Pulling at her hair from behind until she was looking at him through the mirror with her lust clouded and tear filled eyes, Sehun sped up mercilessly faster, trying to fit his big balls in the hole too. "This is what you are, just a pathetic little cocksock. This is what delusional little fucktoys like yourself-" slapping one of her cheeks he humiliating pushed her nose back, making her blush even harder in embarrassment.

"-get for thinking they can whine about things. Tch. You should be grateful for whatever I give you. Such a bratty pet I have." Her eyebrows were furrowed in pain and concentration as she felt her tits fly back and forth humiliatingly fast due to the powerful thrysts, this sight alone enough to make her cum.

This mirror was such an embarrassment.

Sehun's body draped over Y/n's back as he chased his orgasm, placing his lips against her neck after pushing her hair out of the way, kissing and licking at the skin before sucking at it, one hand choking it and cutting her air supply as the other one trailed down south.

"Tell me when you're close by nodding." Was a much gentle and soft sound as compared to the loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh as his fingers creeped down and between the girl's wet and squishy pussy lips, making her close close in sweet pleasure.

Oh, good heavens. Finally.

What the poor girl found out soon after was that whenever she'd near her orgasm and nod hazily to let him know, Sehun would devilishly grin in the mirror and stop right away, waiting until the build up was gone before starting the torture all over again, an expert at holding back his own.

Why? Just because he simply could.

It was only a good while after that he painted her walls white with his seed and allowed her to cum, removing the torn underwear from her mouth to have relieved sobs tumble out as the girl collapsed against the bed, going limp as the male slowly eased her out of her restraints, gently rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

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fandomnerd10 · 3 years

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Miss me?

Spencer Reid X Y/N

Warning: Smut, Petplay, degrading, thigh riding, fingering, slapping, just kinky shit

Plot: You weren’t expecting to come home to your boyfriend Spencer out of prison and sitting on your bed. He obviously had some plans though, plans you weren’t mad about.

Authors Note: I’ve never really written smut or fanfics before so let me know your opinions!

You weren't expecting anyone to be there when you got home. You had just walked into your bedroom exhausted from a long night at work. You never expected to see the silhouette of a tall man sitting in your bed. You yelped at the sight before quickly flipping on the light switch only to see your boyfriend whom you haven't seen in months.

“ Spence! What’re you doing here? When you get out? Why didn't you tell me you were getting out?”

You finally take a good look at your boyfriend of over three years. In the few months he was locked up you could see something had changed. He was still handsome of course, with his curly hair that is now down to his shoulders, his broad chest, and piercing eyes, that was all still the same. Yet something about him seemed different, he seemed darker. Of course what else can you expect after being in the slammer for a few months? Spencer just observes you, watching you as you take in the sight of him like it's the first time you've ever seen him.

Finally he gives you a devilish smirk. “What puppy? You’re not gonna give daddy a welcome back kiss?” He pats his lap signaling that he wants you to go over to him.

You silently curse to yourself, realizing his first night back isn't going to be filled with cuddling and soft kisses but something rougher.

Hesitantly you walk over to him, going to straddle his waist but he has something different in mind. He pulls you so you're sitting on just one of his legs. Finally he kisses you. It's not what you expected though. This kiss was soft, loving, it was a kiss that said how much he missed you. “God pup, you have no idea just how much I missed you. Did you miss me too?”

“Of course I missed you, Spence.” He growled at your response.

“I’m gone for a few months and suddenly you think it's okay to call me by my name? I thought you were smarter than that love. Why don't you try again?” Well so much for that soft kiss you thought to yourself.

You know what he wants you to say. His slightly dirty words are already making you wet. “Of course I missed you daddy.” You mumble into his shirt, the hazy fog known as subspace already beginning to cloud your thoughts.

“Good girl.” He grins at you before starting to kiss down your neck. He bites, hard enough to leave a mark. “Always.” Another bite. “Such” Spencer licks the spot he just bit before moving down to add more marks. “A good girl for me.” He finishes off with a bite hard enough to scar. At this point you can barely think about anything but him fucking you. He knows what pain does to you.

Subtly you start grinding on his thigh. Hoping he won't notice the slight movements and small whimpers but of course, he does. “Hm? What is my puppy doing? Rutting against her daddys thigh like a bitch in heat without permission. What a dirty girl.” Spence starts to bounce his leg a bit. The bouncing mixed with his words is enough to have you going over the edge already.You let out a loud whimper as you cum on his leg.

Exhausted your head falls forward onto his shoulder. “Silly puppy. You didn't think we were done already did you? Daddy still wants to make his pretty girl cum one more time. What’s your color love?”

“Green '' You answer him, slightly smiling at the fact he really hasn't changed much, still caring about your consent before anything else.

“Good mutt.” Spencer quickly grabs your waist and throws you onto the bed. “I don't think we need these anymore.” He quite literally rips off your underwear throwing them to the side. The sight makes your pussy clench. All you can think about is having this god of a man inside of you again.

Before you can even blink Spencer plunges two fingers into your tight cunt, barely giving you time to adjust before he stars fucking you with them. He puts his other hand around your throat, squeezing lightly.”Good God I forgot just how perfectly my hand fits around your throat. It's almost like you were made to be my personal whore. Isn't that the right little one? You're daddys personal whore?”

You shake your head yes, the pleasure from his fingers inside of you making it seem impossible to speak. That's where you went wrong. The tall man takes the hand that was around your throat and gives you a harsh smack in the face. The feeling of him hitting you brings you to the brink of another orgasm. You know what he wants. “Yes daddy! I'm your personal whore! Please fuck me harder” You cry out. So he does and within seconds you're coming undone all over his fingers.

As you come down from your high Spencer lifts you up so you’re sitting in his lap with your head against his chest. “You did so well for me love. I am so very proud of you.” He sits there praising you for a few minutes before lifting you up and taking you to the bathroom. “Let's take a bath and get you all cleaned up. How’s that sound darling?”

So you do, then you go back to bed, cuddle, and talk. Spencer's home. Everythings okay again.

#fanfic #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #Spencer Reid #Spencer dom #dom spencer reid #smut #A little bit of aftercare #Soft spencer #Not so soft Spencer

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cherry-lipbalm · 3 years

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double trouble. spencer reid.

4.8k words.

masterlist

where y/n pulls the short straw and has to double up with spencer.

There is a chart within the BAU: a solid, concise graph that portrays, arguably the most, vital information within the FBI. Intricately designed, Garcia and Y/N had managed to construct a comprehensible guide to who in the team was the most pleasant to share a room with. At first it was a joke, originated from a slow day of nothing but paperwork Y/N had spent in Garcia's lair. Conversations arose, and soon after so did the chart.

It's built up on categories such as conversation, tidiness, sleeping conditions and even hygiene. There are ten available points per category, and Emily loses said ten points for sleeping conditions because her snores can be heard from China. The points are the basis of the game, essential in order to rank the team individually and compile them into a list of favourability. Spencer is at the bottom of that list.

"I don't get it, I'm a delight," Spencer argued, strolling alongside Morgan up the small flight of stairs to the BAU room. Another case had forced them to prepare for the jet in 30 minutes, but Hotch and the rest of the team had very different perspectives on preparation. Especially after what he said when they entered the room.

"Okay, before we start you should know I called ahead to book a hotel and they had limited rooms. We all have one but you're going to have to double up."

Y/N had never seen an American Western movie before, but she imagined that the cliché standoff looked a lot like what happened in the BAU room subsequent to that announcement. Those that had been sitting launched to their feet, uncaring to the chairs rolling free behind them. If someone was holding something it dropped onto the table, or even the floor. Communication faltered, and all anyone dared to do was stare at each other.

When Hotch looked up from his file, he had to do a double take because of the drastic change in atmosphere. His team were all standing metres apart; Y/N had a hand over her gun.

"I think we all know what this calls for," she said.

"Get it," Morgan gestured to the back of the room. Y/N's movement caused a surge of motion as everyone sat at the table attentively. Hotch tried to turn the attention back to the screen with the crime scene photos, but even JJ was more focused on the whiteboard rolling into the room.

Y/N stood by it's side, and on her way forced Hotch into a seat. She grabbed the top corner and flipped it over to reveal the coloured array of pie charts, bullet-points and bar charts.

"I still don't see why this is necessary," Spencer whined from the back of the room.

"I don't see why you've obviously spent more time and effort on this than any of your cases," Hotch added.

"Okay, you two are just jealous because you're at the bottom of the list," Y/N snarked, then addressed the team. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, in holy matrimony, to judge your fellow coworkers and deem who is the least likeable. Spoiler alert: it's Spencer."

At this, the aforementioned agent threw his pen directly at Y/N's head. She shrieked, then turned to him with a glare as she tried to untangle it from her hair. He laughed wholeheartedly, and the team snickered not only at Spencer's attack but the way they were so obviously and obliviously in love with each other.

"This chart makes no sense! I mean, how do I only have five points for hygiene? We all know I'm the cleanest out of everyone here."

"I agree with you Spencer," Y/N said, "your hygiene is at a ten point standard but unfortunately people don’t want to compete with said ten point standard, so that loses you five points, gorgeous.”

Spencer didn't reply (only sulked into his seat), half because he's shocked by the injustice of the chart and the other half because he's shocked Y/N just called him gorgeous.

"Alright! The hat, please," She exclaimed, enticing Spencer from his trance. Garcia presented the fedora over the table, and Y/N began talking immediately when she saw Hotch's mouth open in objection because were they really using the fedora from the unsub they caught last week?

Only four people took turns in picking names out of the hat; ever since in incident in '04 where lack of coordination made for everyone picking a name of someone who had already picked someone else. It resulted in a few brawls when Morgan wouldn't budge from his choice of Garcia even though his name had been pulled by Reid.

It never took them long to pick names out of desperation, considering the name-picking determined how the next 24 + hours were going to go. So when Y/N picked out Spencer's name, no one blamed her when she practically collapsed to the floor.

"That's karma," Spencer said upon her unraveling.

"I thought you didn't believe in karma," she sneered, stomping back onto her feet.

"In situations like these it seems to be the only viable explanation."

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him on her way out of the room, muttering under her breath that she'll be briefed when she's aboard, because she needed a moment alone for a pep-talk on how murdering your colleague apparently isn't socially acceptable.

On her way out, faintly in the background, Morgan caught sight of Emily and JJ fist-bumping victoriously, and realised that Y/N's demise more than certainly involved some foul play. Oh well, he thought, it'll make for good entertainment.

———

"Science shows us that we feel more personally connected with people who have similar postures, vocal rhythms, facial expressions and even eye blinking. If you consciously sync these factors your brain activity could follow, resulting in what many people call 'clicking' wi-"

"I cannot believe you asked me why you lost seven points for conversation and then followed with that."

"What? What's wrong with science?"

"Oh, Spence, you're so gorgeous but so oblivious," Y/N sighed, exhausted from a mixture of jet lag and Spencer's enthusiastic take on the science of conversation. They had only just stepped foot in the room, and she was already drained from the mere thought of having to bunk with him for the next however many hours.

Y/N is quick to throw her things down as soon as they enter the room. She dumps her suitcase by the door and launches a few more things on the cabinets around her, then tries to ignore Spencer's sounds of distaste as she does this. She's frankly too tired to care, and jumps onto the bed without thinking; she's so enervated she doesn't even realise there's only the one bed.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Spencer suddenly asks despite the silence that passed and the obvious fact that Y/N is trying to get some shut eye.

All he receives is an incomprehensible mumble from under the pillows, but he takes it as a response anyway.

"Why do you keep, uh, keep calling me 'gorgeous' I mean, I'm not, uh..." he stammers, fidgeting with the room key in his hands while he stands in front of the wardrobe to make it seem like he's doing something and doesn't care as much as he does.

"I'd say it's pretty self explanatory."

He senses the fatigue in her voice, so just leaves it with a shrug of his shoulders and a content smile, then goes to organising his array of sweater vests onto the hangers. When he's done with this, he turns around to make himself a coffee; taking a different approach to the jet lag than Y/N.

At the thought of her, he looks up to see her sprawled out across the bed. She's clutching onto a pillow and seems so relaxed that Spencer has to look away for a moment because he's more than certain he shouldn't be seeing a coworker like this. Nevertheless, he smiles upon her peaceful ambience, and hopes the boiling kettle doesn't disturb her too much.

When it's done brewing, Spencer sips the coffee cautiously and strides over to a small chair in the corner of the room. Here, Y/N's slumped figure is directly in his view, so he can't help but see her so casually on the bed. Wait, the bed... oh shit.

He knows that the chances of him getting the bed are slim. For one, Y/N's pretty much already claimed that territory, and, even if she hadn't, Spencer knew she'd put up one hell of a fight for it. He only hoped there were some extra blankets and pillows that could aid in making the floor at least somewhat comfortable.

"So, uh, Rock Paper Scissors for the bed?" He asks, then slurps his coffee. His voice rouses Y/N for a moment, and he's sure she's dozed back off again until his words sink in and she turns around to him with bleary eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"One bed. Two people," he says nervously and gestures to the space between them.

And it takes Y/N a moment. She looks from Spencer to the bed, then stares at the pillows for a long while, then she looks at Spencer again, then the bed. Then, she lets out a blood-curdling cry so loud that Reid has to cover his ears.

"Why!" She screams, slamming her hands down on the mattress. Spencer can't help but laugh, snickering behind his hand which only infuriates Y/N more.

"Okay, okay!" He moves to calm her down when he can practically see the steam coming out of her ears, "rock paper scissors, come on."

"Oh, I don't want to do that, Spence," she whines.

"Why? 'Cause you know you'll lose?" With his patronisation he raises an eyebrow at her when he approaches the end of the bed, his fist already raised. His condescension makes Y/N irrefutably stubborn, and she knows he's doing it on purpose -because he always does- but she doesn't care when it means she has a chance to beat Spencer at something.

"Fine," she grumbles. She sweeps the hair from her face and sits up straight, shuffling to the end of the bed and letting her legs dangle down; they brush against Spencer's own and he clears his throat amid the contact.

The slap of her fist against her palm indicates the beginning of the game. Y/N knows that she's unlikely to win, because Spencer is bound to have calculated some sure-fire plan to succeed in every round of Rock Paper Scissors.

This is why, when Spencer pulls paper and she pulls scissors, she screams in delight.

"No," Spencer says bluntly, then demands, "best out of three."

"Oh no," she chuckles, "it's never been that way before, it isn't now, gorgeous."

Spencer throws his head back in a groan, kneeling on the floor in defeat. He stays there because he figures he ought to become acquainted with it.

———

When nighttime rolls around, Y/N is pretty excited. She's already texted the BAU group chat a record seventeen times about the matter, yet somehow the team hasn't gotten sick of it thus far, and may even be more exhilarated than she is. It's the one good thing to come out of sharing a room with Spencer: that she gets to watch him wiggle in discomfort on his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows on the floor.

Except, when it comes down to it, it isn't that fun at all.

He's wriggling, yes, but it's doesn't exactly fulfil her with any satisfaction; if anything, it's just sad. He struggles to reach any form, never mind pinnacle, of relaxation, and Y/N actually feels pretty guilty at the subordination. So when the clock hits midnight and she's still hearing Spencer grunting when he hits a certain incessant bump in the carpet, she gives in and sits up.

Upon the sudden sound of bedsheets rustling, Spencer freezes because he thinks he's going to get shouted at, but it's the opposite that scares him even more.

"Do you want to get in bed?" Her voice sounds, the hush penetrating through the air.

Immediately Spencer rises; he wants nothing more than to take her up on her offer, but he is, unfortunately, chivalrous.

"No, no, it's okay," he whispers back, already delving back under his covers.

"Spencer. Just take the bed, I can't sleep with you tossing and turning," she says, hoping the complaint will cover up her caring behaviour.

"Be careful, Y/L/N, it almost sounds like you care."

"Shut up, do you want the bed or not?"

"I do but, unlike you, I'm actually a good person and wouldn't want to see you lying on the floor-"

"Uh, I'm offering you the bed, aren't I? That's gotta earn me some brownie points," she remarked, now having turned on a lamp. "Besides, if you're that bothered about it, we'll just share."

This makes Spencer stop: his torso is turned abnormally in his angle to see Y/N behind him, the blankets feebly draping across him show the Doctor Who shirt he's wearing, and his hair is a tousled mess that Y/N just knows will take him hours to fix in the morning. Well, that was tomorrow's problem, she contemplated, right now the issue lied in who, if either of them, was going to sleep on the floor.

"Uh, share? You.. uh, you really wanna do that?"

"As long as you don't snore, or kick; whats the harm?"

Spencer avoids dumping information about the harm of them sleeping together: how this kind of physical contact releases oxytocin, a chemical compound in the brain that exhibits feelings of empathy, trust, relaxation and even reduces anxiety. He saves her this because it's just past midnight and he doubts she wants to hear about the scientific risk of them growing to like each other.

"Oh, okay," he agrees instead. He clambers up from his pile of blankets and clutches a pillow to his chest while he stumbles over. Y/N shuffles to one side and pulls the duvet back, and he's more than happy to get under warm, comfy sheets.

"Let me just make something clear," Y/N says while Spencer adjusts into the pillows. He doesn't do this for long because one is snatched from under his head. When he moves to object, he sees it being planted next to his arm, creating a definite border between them.

"Your side, my side," Y/N says sternly, "that clear?"

"Crystal."

———

It's around three am when Y/N stirs awake. At first she can't grasp what's roused her, but then she hears a noise, and assumes there's got to be some construction going on outside because what she hears is alike to the humming of machinery. When she gains a reasonable amount of consciousness, she realises the sound is a bit too close to home.

Her hand reaches out across the bed, and when she accidentally whacks Spencer on the chest, she worries she's awoken him, until the noise starts again and it's here she discovers it's coming from him.

Oh shit, she thinks, please don't tell me my co-worker is having a sex dream while I'm lying right next to him.

He isn't, but Y/N isn't sure the reality is any better.

The moaning sound he first emitted has progressed into some sort of panicked grunt, accompanied by occasional whines. Soon, his body is flinching away from an invisible force.

Y/N knows it's probably best to leave it, that if she wakes him up he might be too confused and scared, he'll be disoriented, but when he starts screaming, she doesn't have anything else to resort to.

"Spence, Spencer! Wake up, hey," she shakes him, and he's awake in seconds. Sitting up straight, Y/N sees him hitting things that aren't there; it's only when she turns the light on that he eventually calms down.

"I'm sorry," he croaks immediately. Then his head is in his hands as he leans on his knees, and Y/N is overcome with a feeling completely foreign to her in regard to Spencer: empathy.

"Don't be, it-... it's okay," her voice takes a calm turn, and she even puts a hand on his back because anything that happens after three am is as good as forgotten anyway.

"You were right, I'm sorry," Spencer mutters. "This'll lose me ten points for sleeping conditions, huh?"

His attempt at cracking a joke does make Y/N smile, but even he can tell it's one of pity.

"Don't be silly. Do you want to, uh, talk about it?"

"I just wanna sleep," he sighs, and falls back into the pillows. Y/N creases her brows in sympathy, then lies down next to him; she stares at the ceiling for a while, and the steadying of Spencer's breathing makes her think he fell asleep a while ago, so she leans to turn off the lamp before his voice breaks the silence.

"Can you keep the light on?"

His sudden ask makes Y/N jump, but she steadies under the softness of Spencer's voice. When she turns to him his eyes are barely open, but he can see the benevolent smile she's giving him; something he rarely sees from Y/N.

"Of course," she says, then lies back down into the indent she's made in the bed.

"Thanks," he replies, and Y/N notices this is the least she's ever heard Spencer talk.

"You know," she starts, "it's not silly to be afraid of the dark; it's basic human instinct. I mean, it's evolution: humans have a... a tendency to be afraid of the dark, our visual sense vanishes and we can't detect anything around us. It's primal instinct, or... something, I guess."

At the end of her ramble, she's afraid she's sent Spencer to sleep, because he's gone uncharacteristically placid, but -yet again- he surprises her.

"Now who's losing points for conversation?"

Y/N's laugh after this is so hearty and genuine that Spencer can't help but smile, grin even. His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and Y/N feels the mattress shake under their collaboration of laughter, when it dies down they're both still beaming.

"Maybe I've been hanging around you too much," she declares. It's a jab, but her cheek rests against the pillow when she turns her head to him because her smile is so wide, and Spencer reciprocates; the act is unfamiliar to the pair, but warming nonetheless.

When it goes silent, Y/N doesn't expect to sleep at all. The Pavlov affect of the light being on tricks her brain into thinking she should be wide awake (something she learnt from Spencer), so she lies there patiently; hands intertwined resting on her chest. She twiddles her thumbs, almost as if she's waiting for something to happen.

"I'm sorry you have nightmares," she mutters.

Spencer's eyes flutter open, and she goes to make another apology, this time for waking him, but he clears his throat so she lets him take the lead.

"S'Not your fault, I just, I don't know. I get these dreams, these weird dreams - ever since I was a kid. I guess they just... developed into nightmares since I joined the BAU," he mumbles. "We see some pretty bad stuff."

Y/N hums, "we do, don't we?"

Her speech doesn't warrant a response, so Spencer just smiles again and they both silently call it a night. Reid is asleep in seconds, which Y/N finds admirable, while she stays still for a while. The way the orange light is bouncing off Spencer's physique makes him look like he's centre stage of an oil painting. The detail she's gaining of his pores and his eyelashes from being so close to him is both daunting and beautiful at the same time. His resting body reminds her of the pieces on display in an art exhibit Spencer dragged her along to one day last autumn. She wonders if he took anyone else to that exhibit, and hopes he didn't.

She soundlessly admires the rise of his chest: the melody of his breathing amid the chagrin of an occasional nose whistle. His hair, once a foreseeable inconvenience, is now an abundance of, what Y/N can only describe as, natural radiance; it's all curls and frizz and length that she's begged him to never lay a hand on. She can't help but run a hand through it. When she does, it's a lot softer than she expected and makes her think, wow I've really got to find out what conditioner he is using while she's untangling any knots she comes across. It only results in more frizz but he'll gel it back with product in the morning (much to Y/N's disappointment).

The noise he exudes when Y/N scratches his scalp makes her heart melt immediately. It is the sound of innocence wrapped up in a ball of revere, the way it comes from his chest and catches in the back of his throat in a small, naive whine. Then he subconsciously curls into her hold and is practically purring when she continues to scrape her fingernails gently across his head.

The ambivalence of it all is what makes Y/N stop. Spencer Reid isn't the kind of guy she ever anticipated to have a crush on. He didn't fit into the pattern of her list of exes, not even one feature of him came close to anything of her usual type. Where she'd normally be taken to movies and dinners, Spencer ventured with her to museums, public symposiums, art exhibits. Y/N can't resist fondly reminiscing on a library trip they took last week that resulted in them checking out each of their favourite books for one another. And while, on paper, this was romantic and harmonious, they were strictly platonic. Barely that; they took the piss out of each other at every opportunity, not even always as a joke. Y/N had collapsed in sorrow when she pulled his name out of the hat.

But the smile on Spencer's face... his serene expression and soft hair makes Y/N's knees weak for a totally different reason. And she figures this feeling trumps whatever feigned resentment she has been portraying over the years.

Fine, she thought, stubborn as always when it came to Spencer, I'll tell him when he wakes up. She began to bask in the peace that came before whatever storm could potentially riot tomorrow when she told Spencer how she felt. She guessed she had at least a few hours to relish in their friendship and the love they had built.

She guessed wrong.

Spencer's eyes were fluttering open before Y/N had even began conjuring up what she was going to say. Unfortunately, when she made a plan she stuck to it; she was beginning to see why her stubbornness could be such an unattractive quality.

Spencer squinted harshly with the light, and the first thing he managed to see clearly was the discreet panic in Y/N's eyes. He took a quick survey of the room to eliminate what visible factors that could reason her alarm; when he ruled out any unsub with a gun to her head, he relaxed.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked to the window, and it didn't seem to be daylight yet.

"Haven't you been to sleep?" He asked, more than prepared to educate her in the necessities of getting a good night's rest.

"Not yet. You've only been out a few minutes," she said softly, retracting her hand from his locks. Here, Spencer realised he didn't like the feeling of Y/N's absence.

"Oh," he hummed, "I was dreaming. I think Darth Vader was there..."

Y/N chuckled lightheartedly, "of course he was."

Spencer seemed willing to remain awake, but time was limited and Y/N wasn't sure when he'd be dozing off again. So, she made her move.

"Listen, I wasn't going to say anything until morning but, you're awake so I may as well tell you now..."

He's visibly intrigued; with a quirked eyebrow and digging the knuckle-joint of his finger in a rubbing motion in the corner of his eye to try and gain some sense of vivacity. Still, all he can respond with is a drone.

"And I don't want this to, I don't know, freak you out? Or to make anything awkward, so if it does, we can just... pretend this never happened, okay? I mean it."

This manages to obtain Y/N the attention she needs, because, without delay, Spencer has both eyes open and his eyebrows are knitted together in mostly concern. Now, with his eager expression, Y/N wishes he had stayed nonchalant.

"What's wrong?"

"I just... I guess. I mean, I like you? I think? I know, really. I just - you're not like any other guy, and I like that, that's a good thing! I mean, what other guy knows how to build a rocket and make a coin appear behind your ear?"

Spencer chuckles, and his eyes are wide and bright like he's been suddenly granted passage to a whole new world. Mouth agape with wonder, he's like a child being told he can finally play on the big-kid swings: buzzing with excitement and anticipation, just like said rockets he launches and gets in trouble with Hotch for.

"You mean like this?" He asks and leans forward to brandish a dime from behind Y/N's earlobe.

"Okay, like, who does that!" She screeches way too loudly for three am. When she clasps a hand over her mouth Spencer chortles and slowly removes her grasp. He's timid, so initially only presses a chaste kiss to her knuckles, then feels the ambience in the room shift; suddenly everything has devolved from blushing antics and stumbles of words to serenity in a matter of seconds.

Spencer's pecks adhere to Y/N's hands, lingering on the skin of her knuckles and occasionally peppering to her palms. It isn't until a few kisses later that he brings himself to move closer, and even here his courage only brings him to her cheek.

When the corner of his lips press lustfully upon her face, Y/N doesn't hesitate in turning her head ever so slightly. His lips part, and he breaks away to glance at her and make sure this isn't all one big misunderstanding. But her gaze is matched to his mouth, and soon her lips. In a fumble to close the (already compact) space between them, the kiss they share is warm and breathy, it's passionate and lewd, especially with the arrangement in which Spencer places his hands: cupping one side of her face and the placing the other at her neck so he can rest his fingertips in the hold atop Y/N's spine.

Wherever his fingers touch leaves a trail of goosebumps which Y/N hopes never diminish; she wants every piece of evidence she can muster of Spencer's caresses, however this changes when Spencer's lips begin on the formidable task of her neck.

"Stop," she pants, and the hands that had inevitably reached his hair again are now pushing slightly on his shoulders. Her request makes Spencer drop his hands immediately.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't. It was nice. I just, I don't want everyone to see," she gestured to the red patch that had already formed above her clavicle where Spencer had only been nibbling a moment prior.

"Right, yeah," he breathed. A giddy smile forced its way onto his face when he looked at the way Y/N's lips had reddened and become swollen, especially her bottom (now essentially permanent) pout originated from the persistence of Spencer's tendency to drag his teeth along her lip and enclose it in a bite.

"You know, I predicted this would happen. Scientifically, people are a lot more likely to be attracted to one another after sleeping together. Subconsciously, we feel more capable in our ability to trust that person because we've been so vulnerable and open in a compromising position. The oxytocin we get from sharing physical contact like that is the same we produce in an orgasm."

"Oh," Y/N squeaked, while Spencer lay there with a proud smile on his face, not really registering the effect he'd had on her by using the word 'orgasm'.

"Oxytocin is heavily released during kissing too, so... I guess we're pretty bonded."

Y/N chuckled, smiling at his blushed cheeks. "I guess we are."

"It's, uh, it's actually also called the 'cuddle hormone' because it's primarily recognised as being released during hugging.”

"And that's your way of asking me if I want to cuddle?"

Spencer's smile was unmissable: shifting nervously between tight-lipped and beaming wide, his eyes were the only part of his countenance that stilled; locked on Y/N.

"Yes, I, uh, I believe it is."

She tried to suppress her grin, but it was no use.

"Big spoon or little spoon?" She asked.

"Oh, little spoon... obviously."

fin.

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A fun fact I find hilarious is that you apparently were going to have a second option at what to carve on Louis' piano but the writers thought it was too inappropriate and quickly axed it, the rumors being it would have been a dick. Imagine if Clem could carve that and it would just result in Louis leaving XDD I understand why they axed that, talk about an asshole thing to do (which also makes me wonder if Louis was going to leave if she did that, what would she have potentially done with Violet to make *her* leave?) Good thing they decided it wasn't necessary to *always* give Clementine an "asshole" response, lol.

ugghhhh not the dick sksksks

yeah, I know about that one, too. The disrespect in carving a dick into Louis' piano, I can't.... Like, imagine that you're having this moment together. Louis planned this little prank on you with tuning the piano to break some tension, he's so happy that you decided to spend time with him. He trusts you and is comfortable enough to want to carve your initials into his piano, something that is a source of comfort for him so this is a huge deal, and you just....... carve a dick.

I firmly believe that if Clem pulled that shit and then was like "btw I like-like you," he would've down right rejected her and for good reason! You just proved that you're no different than the others who carved "you suck at playing!" onto the side and who knows what else has been done to it over the years when Louis wasn't around!

I'm glad they tossed that out. No one who picked to go with Louis would pick that anyway, unless you didn't like him... but if you didn't like him, then you probably didn't pick to go with him anyway soooo.... what's the point? Other than to do an asshole Clem run? I dunno.

That scene is one of the best in the entire game so it hurts my brain to think of it being ruined by such a thing hahaha. It's also so important to Louis' character and the development of his relationship with Clementine, romantic or not. I've said it before, and I'll never stop saying it, but Louis gives off the illusion that he's so open since he's so friendly but really, he's so closed off that this is the first time he willfully pulls down his walls to let Clementine in.

The only times he comes close to doing this is accidental. When you're in the woods and help him take care of the walker, he gives you insight into how he thinks and gets just a bit too close... but that was a small moment and he catches himself. It's like a switch is flipped- "ha ha I'll take care of our friend here, go over there with Aasim goodbye." then he turns his back to you and that's it. End of conversation.

Then there's the archery scene where he apologizes to Clem about voting them out, which I give a lot of credit to him for. It's rare for someone to apologize to Clem for hurting her to begin with, and if they do, they usually just turn around and repeat the same hurtful behavior. Louis doesn't do that, he's genuine and wants to be better and he proves that.

Also, might I add that he's having some trust issues at this point? His best friend for the past 8+ years? turns out, he's lied to him for the past year about the twins and was lying right to his face during the confrontation when trying to manipulate him into believing Clementine murdered Brody... and Marlon can even tell him that yeah, he's pathetic but Louis was the only one who couldn't see that.... which it's heartbreaking to watch Louis' reaction to that.

On top of that, he trusted and defended Clementine and now Marlon is dead.... so the fact that he's able to forgive her and AJ for that as well as apologize for his mistakes and want to see where their relationship goes and is willing to open up to her? romantic or not? It's a HUGE deal.

which is why drawing a dick on his piano is terrible

#asks #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg clouis #twdg marlon

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 13

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: Future you, r u okkkk

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

You stared at Bucky and the gentleman who was with him named Sam Wilson, completely dumbfounded; as if they both had three heads. They were seated across from you, Bucky with a glass of water, and Sam with a bottle of beer in his hand. Sam was just finishing his beer, as well as his speech about his business proposal which had to do with you taking photos of his new products, and models.

Bucky introduced Sam as a long-time friend and an owner of a sporting fit apparel named The Falcons. The name did ring a bell as soon as you heard it. You suddenly remembered passing through it while you and Bucky were strolling down Fifth Street, vaguely telling you about a friend who owned it and six other stores scattered in California, Chicago, London, and Australia (and was planning to branch out more in Asian countries); and here he was right in front of you, hiring you as a photographer for his big-time business.

Sam didn't give you a sliver of time to intervene with his flawless little speech he had committed to memory, as he spoke so fast. Some words were even incomprehensible to you — or perhaps it was just because the world was still whirling around you, given the prior event that just took place.

And now this.

You tried to give Bucky some kind of signal by giving him a look but he encouraged Sam further and urged you to listen to his proposal.

"So, y/n..." Sam rested his hands on the wooden table, his attention solely focused on you. "What do you think?"

If only you could tell him the truth that your mind was completely blank, you would. But you didn't want to embarrass yourself or Bucky for that matter, so you just gave him a smile and did the first thing you could think of. "Mr. Wilson — "

"Oh, you can just call me Sam. There's no need for formalities."

You nodded. "Sam... Do you mind if I have a little discussion with Bucky? It will just take a moment."

Sam leaned back on the cushioned couch of the booth and nodded. "Of course. Take all the time you need."

You didn't give Bucky the time to question why so you immediately stood up, grabbed Bucky's hand from across the booth and dragged his body towards one of the closets the bar rarely used. You closed the door behind you, and switched the light on. Even with the small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the inside of the closet still looked dingy, and the dust crawling on the walls and flying in the tight air space were clearly evident.

"Bucky, what the hell is going on?"

"Isn't it great?"

You smacked his arm. "Steve just told me he's getting me fired so that I can focus on my career as a photographer."

"That's even greater!"

You smacked his arm harder this time. "I'm not done." You hissed. "He's giving me one week to figure things out and then I'm fired. If I don't have shit figured out in that one week, I'm not gonna be able to pay for bills. Did you say something to Steve when you came here this morning? Don't lie to me, James."

He was rubbing his arm, brows furrowed. "I told him nothing."

"You showed him the photos I took last night. What was that all about?"

He sighed in defeat. "I just made him realize that you needed to be out there and not stuck here. You said it yourself, y/n, you're stuck in a rut and the only way to get yourself moving is to break from that routine. To go out there and explore the world."

"And then you just swoop in and bring your friend?"

"Yes."

"So, Steve just happens to realize that I needed to go out there and explore the world, and then it just so happens that your friend needs someone to photograph for his business?" You scoffed. "Bucky, do you expect me to believe that this is just one big coincidence? That you're not the one pulling all the strings in this little weird puppet show?"

"Yes, okay, I may have done something about those, said something, but — "

"Oh my god, you can't do that." You had the urge to get some air, and to pace back and forth as you tried to put your thoughts into words, but the space felt tighter the more you spoke. "You can't just walk into people's lives and, and... control everything! This is not just about chasing a dream, this is also about survival. I'm not rich like you. I don't have a safety net when things fall apart. You... You can't put all your trust in me."

"Well, someone needs to." Bucky sternly answered. "And if that someone should be me then so be it."

"I don't even know why you're going to great lengths for me." You looked down on the floor. "I... I don't get it, Bucky. I don't get you at all."

"Hey, hey, hey, listen to me, doll." His hands made contact with your skin, lifting your face to look at his blue eyes. "I apologize for taking things too far, I guess I could act so rash as well but I just wanted to do what I know is right and what would make you happy. Seeing you last night was... heartbreaking."

"So, you pity me." You sighed. "Everybody does."

"Call it what you want, y/n. But people who pity you won't ever believe in you and in what you do. But here I am putting all my trust in you. Your boss Steve does too. And Sam." A smile formed on his lips, making the insides of you flip.

"Your friend Sam sounds like a big deal and he hasn't even seen my photos. How can he trust me to do all this for him?"

"I put my word in for you. I told him if I was wrong, then to hell with me. And if you're worried about people assisting you during the shoot, don't. Sam has people all over and he just needs your beautiful eyes and hands and brain." He laughed. "Sam's a good guy and you're not going to be working for some big corporation. I know you hate those. This is perfect for you, trust me. And right now, all I need you to do is say yes to Sam, say yes to me, and most especially say yes to yourself. Please?"

The atmosphere became lighter, and the room didn't feel that tight any longer. His flattering words forever engraved in your mind. His warm hands stayed on both sides of your face, his face pleading.

You sighed and nodded your head slowly, finally convinced. "Okay, yes."

A grin started to crawl to his face and for a moment, his face drew closer to yours. "Okay, good. Now let's get out of here and tell Sam the good news."

You nodded but a touch of disappointment came, as Bucky's hands left your face. You never knew the presence of Bucky's skin against yours was one thing you could miss. You didn't even know if you should.

As soon as you sat down, you told Sam the good news and quickly ordered a bottle of champagne. You were supposed to get it for them but Bucky told you to sit down and let loose for a while, so you did.

Nat approached the booth with the cold champagne, and some glasses. She bent down and whispered to you, "You better tell me what's going on here. I wanna hear everything."

Sure, she did. Nat always wanted to. When it comes to water cooler gossip or any kind of gossip for that matter, Nat always wanted to dig her nose into other people's stuff. With a wink and a slight sway on the hips, she retreated to the counter and took more of people's orders. Beside her, you noticed Nick steal a glance in your direction but was averted away by people trying to get their drinks.

"Alright, let's toast." Sam declared. Bucky was just finishing filling yours when you focused your attention back at the two gentlemen in front of you. You thanked Bucky and mirrored Sam as he raised his glass. Bucky followed, his eyes with a luster glaze on you. "To new partners, beginnings, and to y/n."

"Thank you, Sam." You laughed, clinking your glasses. "And to Bucky, for trusting me enough to do this."

"To Bucky who wouldn't leave me alone until I said yes." Sam replied, emptying his glass.

You gave Bucky a look and shook your head. Being the cheeky man he was, the ends of his lips curved slightly which triggered the beat of your heart. The sudden changes you have been feeling when it came to Bucky have been scaring you but it wasn't a "bad scary"; it was the kind that excited everything inside you. A thrilling feeling that left you wanting more.

At the taste of the sprinkling cold champagne, for a moment, you were brought back to last night's events. A montage-like of red, blue and white lights illuminating the street, Howard waiting in the limousine, Wandavision, and then Bucky. After that, it was just Bucky's presence beside you and as you looked back at him, all you could think about was his soft warm lips pressed on your forehead. The entirety of it felt like you were living a dream — there were parts you couldn't remember and parts that you could, and the latter were just the ones you kept replaying in mind (even with Bucky in front of you), trying to imbue this dream-like memory and convince yourself that it was a memory.

Nat's voice pulled you out of your thoughts (and boy, were you thankful for it). "Hey, your shift's almost ending." She reminded you, passing by the booth, then turned to face Bucky and Sam. "Anything you want from the menu, boys?"

"No, thank you." Bucky replied then turned to you. "We should also be heading up."

"Oh." Nat's change in voice was so evident that you wanted to pull her out of here as soon as possible. "You guys are heading up, huh?" She teased, her eyes now on you.

"It's not what you think." You said. "He's just looking after me. Parker's gone to some corporate retreat for a week."

"Man, you're a babysitter!" Sam butted in, punching Bucky's arm lightly. "Oh, I can't believe this."

"No, I'm not."

"You can't even take care of your damn self, how are you gonna take care of her?"

"Shut up, Sam!"

"He's actually taking good care of me." You said, looking at Bucky.

"I'm sure he is." Nat chuckled which made you step on her foot. She cleared her throat in response.

"Anyway, I gotta go say goodbye to Steve." You said, standing up. "Hey Nat, do you want me to say hi to him for you?"

With her mouth slightly open, and eyes furrowed, she replied very slowly. "No."

You smirked. "Okay then."

You headed towards Steve's office, leaving Nat stunned in her place. Steve's office was slightly open so you didn't bother knocking and just went inside. "Hey, Steve. I'm off for tonight."

"Sure." He replied. "Hey, about earlier."

"What about it?"

"I'm doing it because I truly believe in you." He smiled. "And your new friend Bucky does so too."

You smiled at him right back. "Yes, Steve. Thank you."

"Take care, y/n."

"You too, boss!"

And with that, you headed towards the booth where Bucky and Sam were.

Out on the side of the street, the three of you parted ways, Sam hailing a cab and you and Bucky heading towards the apartment building. Once the elevator doors opened, you stepped inside and was greeted by its metallic smell.

"Hey, Bucky?" You said, quickly grabbing his attention. "T-thank you for this and for basically everything you've done for me for the past few days."

"Please, you don't have to thank me for this. I'm just really glad I'll be able to help you."

"And I promise once I get my shit done, have money and everything, I'm gonna pay you back — "

"Hey, hey, hey." He cut you off. "Who said anything about paying me back? You don't have to do that, okay?"

"But I feel like this is all too much, like, there's this thing tying me to you."

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.

"When it comes to money, yeah kinda. And you've bought me all kinds of stuff — "

"Y/n, just..." He sighed. "You don't have to do or say anything. You don't have to worry about paying me back and even if you will, I won't ever ever accept it. Can we leave it at that?"

You sighed in response, the little ding! right on time. "Yeah, okay."

By the time you got in the apartment, you practically ran towards your room because of how exhausted you were but before you could even open the door, there was one more thing you needed to do.

"Bucky?"

“Yes?”

"I-I'm sorry again about last night and no," he was about to do his face whenever he cuts you off, "please, don't cut me off, let me finish."

Bucky walked towards you, his back facing Peter's room.

"This is about what I said... when I asked you to, uh, kiss me. You were right to stop me. I was drunk, sad and vulnerable and the moment wasn't right. It wasn't right. I would have regretted it the next day and would be so ashamed to face you. I might actually avoid you for a month." You sighed. "I'm really sorry you had to see that side of me. A kiss at that moment would be really inappropriate. When we — if we ever do, um, it wouldn't be like that... just like what you said. You said that right? You said, and I quote, not like this. 'Cause I keep hearing your voice saying that in my head." Bucky nodded, affirming it. "Okay. Um, yeah so in conclusion... I am sorry."

He slowly smiled, nodding his head. "You make a lot of speeches."

"Yeah, I'm the queen when it comes to it."

"And apology accepted, of course."

You warmed up with a smile. "Okay, thank you. Good night."

“Good night, doll."

Once you turned around, you felt a strong force on your arm, spinning your body which then collided with Bucky's, together with his lips crashing on yours.

It was like an impulse you couldn't avoid: for you to close your eyes, to move your lips in his rhythm, and to savor his breath. He tasted like cold champagne, and mint, with a hint of coffee. His lips, luscious, warm and soft; you were afraid of tearing them apart with your teeth. He kissed you with all the fervor of a lover. A lover talked about in books, movies, in fairytales.

Bucky's hands found their way around your hips, pulling you closer towards his body, while you rested yours on the sides of his face, pulling every inch of him, craving more of him. Slowly, you opened your eyes and tore your faces only an inch apart, foreheads touching. Lips empty but still hungry. You stayed right where you were; You never dared move an inch and so did he. You were still like statues. The only movement was the rapid rise and fall of your breathing.

Bucky's hands slid from your waist. You felt his fingers on the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing your lower lip and giving it a small, passionate kiss.

"Just like this, doll." He whispered. "Just like this."

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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gravity

– nasa operator!sim jaeyun x astronaut!gn! reader

miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.

genre: strangers/coworkers to lovers, fluff

wc: 2.7k

warnings: 3rd person pov, probably inaccurate astronaut/nasa lingo sorry i'm a chemistry major LOL, one curse word, couple of time skips, food cw

a/n: yea it's another fluff one-shot 😎 finally a jake one-shot! i hope y'all enjoy this i took a while to write this but i'm p proud of how it turned out despite no proofread.

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time on earth: 3:43 am

one of nasa's star rookies sits inside the mission room, monitoring the ISS diligently. today, sim jaeyun was assigned to keep watch on their astronauts as well as the station itself. it's supposed to be a reward for performing well on the latest calculations, but he can't help but find it a little boring. he flips through the cameras quickly, as if trying to find something new.

'yeah right, like anything happens in space,' he mumbles in his head. adjusting his thin glasses and stretching his chair to feel just a tad bit more alive, jake takes a look at one of the three astronauts on board as they float to the window. it seems to be l/n y/n, a rookie who excelled at their simulation tests and the one they say has stars in their eyes themselves.

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

now jake hadn't planned this far, but since he was already doing it, he might as well go through with it. "do you miss earth?"

he can see through the cameras that y/n wasn't expecting that question as their eyes widen. someway somehow, jaeyun was able to see the stars in their eyes everyone gushed about. maybe it was even better because they were actually living with the stars in space at the time.

"i-i don't know if we should be talking about this, but yea, i do miss earth," they finally reply. "not that being in space isn't fun! i just can't help myself especially since i can see the planet spinning in front of my eyes..."

it's silent for a bit, making the astronaut worry. "h-hello? houston?"

jake blinks before shaking his head and hurried to reply. "y-yes! sorry, i was just caught up in how lonely you sound?"

again, an awkward silence stills. the nasa operator curses to himself, realizing how awkward he must have made it and scrambling to fix the mistake. "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to overstep my boundaries!" he rushes. "my name's sim jaeyun, by the way. people know me better as jake."

"sim jaeyun? rising star sim jaeyun?" they owlishly repeat.

"that's me," he states back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i guess you've heard my name."

he sees the astronaut nod in camera before they're absentmindedly spinning circles midair. "you're my age, and you're already working in nasa headquarters. quite a feat would spread around, you know?"

jake laughs and shakes his head at their comment. "you say that like you're not star rookie l/n y/n."

at the sound of their twinkling laugh, jake's eyes perk up to capture the joyful astronaut holding their stomach on the cameras. "i can tell we're a lot alike, jake," you say with a smile stretching across your face.

it turns out he likes hearing his name off their lips albeit via nasa intercoms. calming down the beating of his heart, jake starts off the first of many late night conversations. "so would you like to hear what's happening on earth?"

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time on earth: 2:26 am

"—and layla was having such a good time meeting other puppies at the park this morning!" jake laughs out with the rookie astronaut laughing with them on the other side of the intercom, separated by thousands of miles in between them. they've been talking like this over the system for weeks now, practically a little over a month. safe to say, the nasa operator was developing feelings for them, perhaps already smitten. sunghoon in the other unit said something about being whipped?

"i wonder how she would react seeing my puppy," they reply.

"when you come back to earth, the first thing we'll do is have them meet on a puppy playdate," he tells them earnestly.

"just layla and rosie on a date? what about us?" he could hear the smirk in their voice even though they weren't next to him.

"i-i-huh? what?" jake stammers. he heard the smirk, but did he hear the words properly? for one, he's not sure they know what he looks like. does that matter to them? without realizing it, his hands are taking off his glasses and fiddling with them.

"are you nervous?"

"hah, what makes you think that?" jake asks nervously.

"jake, i can hear you playing with your glasses."

"shit," he curses, and an endearing giggle is heard on the other side.

"i like you, let's make it a date between us too," he hears, his face gradually becoming hotter.

the chance to confess to his crush is literally handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too busy acting like a middle schooler trying to give chocolates to the person he likes. it's unusual for him to feel like this, his heart's beating way too fast for him to think, and he has to cough to calm down.

"it's a date then." a happy hum is the response he gets, which does nothing to calm the beating of his heart but ignites a new warmth in him. "hey, wait a minute, do you even know what i look like?"

"i kinda remember, but does that even matter?"

"i don't know what if you don't like my face?"

"please, my roommate told me you're on par with that sunghoon guy, and he's known as the prince of his division."

"yeah, but-"

"don't take this the wrong way, jake, but shush." he's sure that if they were here in person, they would put a finger on his lips. it seemed like a(n) y/n thing to do based on the time they've gotten to know each other. "i don't care what you look like. the connection we have together is enough, don't you think?"

he knows they're right, but it doesn't stop the sassy compliment from tumbling out of his mouth. "well, we have a connection and i know you're pretty and smart and funny."

perhaps it's just the color of the screen, but jake swears he saw a blush on their face. it makes him proud after he had somewhat embarrassed himself earlier.

"good night, jake," y/n playfully scoffs at him.

"good night, y/n."

'what a night,' jake thinks to himself with a stupid grin spreading across his face as he prepares the systems for the person on the next shift.

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time on earth: 9:18 am

today is the day. today the pod that stayed at the ISS for 3 months was coming back to earth, and everyone was on their toes. jake was currently scanning the computer calculations from any errors, clutching the paper and burning holes in it with his eyes.

"you good there, bro?" he doesn't need to lift up his head to know that it's sunghoon.

"i have to make sure these are perfect," jake replies in a tone that screamed don't-bother-me.

he feels his coworker's hand pat his shoulder in reassurance. "relax, jake. they'll get here just fine."

jake's whole body sighs when he takes a deep breath. "yeah, i know. i'll just check one more."

his friend offers a comforting smile and one more pat before leaving him to perform his own duties for the landing.

for this last check, jake takes it upon himself to calculate the angle in which the pod enters the earth's atmosphere by hand as a safety precaution. his head jumbles with all the physics equations necessary as his hand complains by cramping from how fast he's calculating.

upon finishing, he looks at the two final numbers side by side. "same to the 5th decimal place," jake affirms to himself.

"great, does that mean you're ready to turn it in, mr. sim?"

turning around abruptly to the sound of the voice, jake finds his supervisor and rushes to grab all the papers for presentation. "yes, ma'am!"

a smile graces her face as she takes the materials from him and flips through the calculations. "good work," she finally says. "our astronauts will get home safely thanks to you."

it's like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he hears those words. jake lets out a sigh of relief once his supervisor walks away and tells him to wait for further instruction. he folds into his chair, thinking about how soon he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 9:45 am

"everyone, standby!" jake's supervisor announced. the whole command center took a deep breath as they tuned into the astronauts, soon to be leaving the ISS via pod.

"l/n, song, johnson, do you read me?"

"loud and clear, houston," y/n l/n replies in crisp audio.

"get ready to launch then, atlantis ii."

"copy that, houston." the sounds of buckling and buttons flicking can be heard on the other end as jake's palms sweat.

"3... 2... 1... launch!" and they're detached from the ISS, launched into the endless ocean of stars and dust that is space.

"coordinates and angles, houston?"

"atlantis ii, the speed, angle, and coordinates at which you are to enter..." and jake hears his checked numbers be repeated to them. "...you'll be dropping in the gulf of mexico."

"copy that, houston. ready to enter earth's atmosphere in 3... 2... 1... entering!"

the audio delivers the rough shaking as the temperature regulation beeps steadily.

"your temperatures are in the right range, atlantis ii."

it's a rough 5 or something minutes, jake's not sure of the time. he just knows his armchair is having a field day with all the gripping he's doing. he can hear the shaking of the pod driven by the weight and the acceleration of gravity once it takes its pull on the astronauts' pod.

"prepare for impact, atlantis ii!"

everyone is rising up to see the camera pan to the oceanview team who waits for the pod to enter.

"initiating parachute!" and there! the pod appears on the command center's screen in high definition, the mic picking up some of the breeze of the mexican gulf. it enters the ocean with a large plop! and everyone is standing up and cheering.

"successful landing, everyone! congratulations!!"

sunghoon is coming to jake and lifting him out of the chair, engulfing him in the joy that comes from returning the astronauts home. he didn't realize he was staring stupidly at the screen with a blank look and still sitting.

"dude, we did it!" at the sound of his friend's voice, jake mirrors his friend's smile and they embrace each other.

"we did it!" jake replies. soon, he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 8:04 am

the next day when he clocks in for work, it's calmer and more exciting. jake can feel it in the atmosphere as the nasa operator walks through headquarters.

he makes his way towards the rehabilitation center for their astronauts, his heart unable to calm down the rapid rate of beating. he hears it before he sees it: the bell-like laughter jake was so familiar with, the one he associated with late nights. his feet is pulled towards the sound like gravity, his strides getting longer and his steps having a bounce to it.

jake hears his name being called happily, and he turns to face the voice with an unstoppable grin before taking steps towards the astronaut going through rehabilitation.

"hey, gravity got you bad, i see."

they laugh joyfully. "i'll be good in about a month or 2—i'm pretty quick at this."

"i have no doubt about that."

the two are silent for a bit as they do a few more crunches, jake crouching down in front of their feet to meet them. it's nice and comfortable between the two as he helps them go through their exercises.

"so about that date..." he starts off, watching as their eyes sparkle like stars upon hearing his phrase. his mouth starts to hang a little, loosening up to have words spilling out without his complete knowledge. "wow... your eyes really do have stars in them..."

they stop as they finish a crunch and reaches out to close his mouth with an eye roll. "close your mouth first, sim jaeyun."

"okay, but what about that date?"

"we're getting it. just wait a week or so when i can walk properly," they say with a teasing smile. jake can't help but to smile back.

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time on earth: 2:57 pm

the only thing keeping his nerves calm is layla. the golden retriever was far from nervous as she sat wagging her tail happily with her tongue out.

"jake!!" he hears from the voice he's come to love listening to over the past few months. looking up from layla while holding her leash tightly, he spots the person he's been waiting for and he's mesmerized, left breathless by what he sees.

a light summery fit adorns their figure as they dash towards him with a puffy pomsky dog equally excited. their smiles are bright and sparkles adorn their eyes as usual, but it doesn't make the effect any less beautiful. they slow down, owner and dog panting a little.

immediately, layla gets up from her sitting position to greet the new guests, starting to sniff the two of them.

y/n laughs as they squat down and let the golden sniff them and their hand before giving her warm pets. "hi layla! i'm y/n, and this is rosie."

the two dogs sniff each other in circles, but soon enough they're bouncing and pouncing each other as if they've been best friends since litter days.

"they're getting along so well, and we haven't even gotten to the park yet," y/n comments with a giggle.

"should we get going?" jake offers. they reply with a nod and holds their leash in one hand, grabbing jake's with the other.

if he's taken by surprise, he doesn't show it, but inside, his heart is pounding more than ever before and his head is screaming in joy. the pair walk together hand-in-hand towards the park with two even happier pups prancing ahead of them.

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time on earth: 4:31 pm

the two dogs are getting a bit tired, it seems, as they walk back to jake and y/n who were talking comfortably, y/n's head rested on his shoulder.

"look who's back from playing," y/n says as they ruffle rosie and layla's head, jake following suit.

"let's go get some ice cream for us and puppucinos for them?" jake suggests.

"ooh! that sounds good!" the pups seem to like the idea too, wagging their tails once more and looking at their owners with puppy eyes. jake thinks he's surrounded by three pairs of puppy eyes as he shakes his head in endearing disbelief.

"let's go then."

once they get to the shops, order, and receive their foods, the four of them sit down and enjoy their treats. the owners laugh at their dogs when they see them lap up their puppucinos with so much excitement and vigor, getting the cream all over their faces.

as the sun sets, it casts its glowing light onto the astronaut-in-rehabilitation, making jake's eyes move onto them. he notices a smudge of ice cream at the corner of their lips and without thinking moves in to kiss it off. y/n blinks their starry eyes at him, reminding him of their first "meeting" over intercom and camera screens.

"i like you," he blurts out. "can i... kiss you?"

"i thought you would never ask," they reply with a wide grin, leaning in to press their lips together before he does.

it's like gravity pulls them towards each other because they can't ever seem to get enough of one another, no matter how far apart they are.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jake x reader #enhypenwriters #enhypen fanfiction #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyoon #sim jaeyun x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines

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kuronanox · 3 years

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I just wanted you to be happy-Nacht

(Author note: hello everyone I know I’ve been gone for awhile because I needed a break but I’m back and finals are around the corner so after that expect more stories!)

WARNING: Implied suicide

“Hey who's this hottie you've been sulking about?" Vanessa pokes her side as they sipped on red wine and ate some cheese and crackers. Swirling her wine glass she leaned on one elbow and sighed. Reminiscing the times her and Nacht had together.

"He's just a old fling, nothing much. You'd be surprised how important he is though." (Your Name) grinned tipsy and borderline drunk. Staring at the red wine she stop grinning and slowly knitted her brows.

"Doesn't seem like a fling to me girl." Vanessa smirks but doesn't budge on the topic any longer.

(Your Name) sat still leaning on her elbow and staring at the wine. The color was reminding her about blood and how it haunted her every night.

"To think I was the most important in your life."

"Why do you hide in the shadows Nacht?" She asks as they sat by the tree feeling the breeze.

"I don't always." He responds back with a smile on his face. The very one he always had with his eyes closed.

She knew he was dangerous, he would never hurt her but mentally she couldn't open him up as much as he said she helped him. Letting down his hair she brushed it between her fingers and hummed a song.

"(Your Name)?" Nacht says hesitantly as she tugged his hair for him to continue.

"Your the most important person to me." He continues acting out of character as she blushed and hugged him from behind.

After Vanessa and her downed four bottles of wine that night she was stumbling back to the room and refused help from Finral and Asta who insisted. She needed to be alone, after remembering memories of her love it was painful to not cry and scream.

Opening the door to her room she stumbled into bed and cried in her covers. It was pure torture she didn't know where Nacht was or his whereabouts.

"I hate him." She yells and chokes a sob once more. "I hate him so much."

Trying to regain her breathing (Your Name) made it to her desk and open the drawl to reveal the only picture she and Nacht had. He hated pictures but he had agreed that day to take one.

Placing the picture by her bed she laid down as the room started to spin and she blacked out with no more tears.

"Please can we take a photo!" She begs Nacht dragging his arm to a spot under a stall that had lights decorated for a festival they attended.

"Absolutely not. You know I don't like them." He softly tells her as she frowned and looked down to her feet in complete silence.

Nacht sighed and lifted her head and gave her a smile. "I suppose one doesn't hurt love."

Holding the only memories captured of them he wore the biggest smile he had in his entire life. To say he was the happiest that day was true. (Your Name) had planned a small date because he was feeling down. Even if he didn't tell her she could tell he was not feeling well.

Nacht hated the black bulls, he hated coming here but he always came to check up on (Your Name) every once in a while. Walking through the main room he saw the many liquor bottles that were opened and finished. "I dislike people who can't hold their liquor."

"But for her I couldn't."

Appearing into her room it was pitch black except for the small crack of the moon appearing between her blinds. She was faced face down on the bed still in her uniform. Nacht was always quiet when he visited her and that's why she never knew.

Flipping her gently he placed a pillow by her side and covered her body in a blanket and leaving her feet out because he knew that's how she preferred sleeping.

After he looked at the photo she had left out. With a sharp pain in his heart he sadly smiled at it as he brushed it gently with his hands. Nacht was complicated through out their relationship and (Your Name) tried so hard to keep it together only for him to throw it all away.

She sacrificed her own happiness so he could feel that emotion he missed out on part of his life.

"Are you leaving again?" She asks one night as he came into her room with a dark face. Today was different he didn't want to deal with anything but just run away from everything.

"Yes." He plainly answers turning his back to her as she sighs.

"What's wrong Nacht? You know you can talk to me."

With sheer anger he took her dagger and tried to slash himself to put himself out of misery of feeling guilty to haven to be the twin that lived and not his brother.

"Nacht stop!" She screamed and reacted quickly enough for him to slash her arm instead. The blood trickled down her as she yelled in pain and stumbled back a bit in surprise.

"I-" he says as she falls to the floor and cries.

"I really try to be there for you, you know I would never judge you. I put away my happiness to make you happy. I know it's stupid but I care so much for you. I don't get to see you often so I try to make the best of each moments Nacht. So please nothing was your fault."

Dropping the dagger he fell on his knees and covered his eyes. His vision getting hazy from the blood on his hands and a mix of tears.

"Stop! Stop trying to act like you know me!" He says but regrets saying it to her. "I don't need your pity! That's why we are here right! Because we are broken, damaged and good for nothing losers!" He screamed at her as she holds her arms to stop the bleeding.

"Nacht don't-"

He looks down at the floor as they sat across from each other breathing heavily.

"I don't need you (Your Name) if I'm the cause of your pain I should just leave."

(Your Name) shakes her head and tries to touch him but he slapped her hand away and got up walking towards the door.

"It's best this way, we both won't be hurting no more."

Nacht swallowed his salvia a bit remembering that painful memory as he placed the photo back. Sitting on the side of her bed he watched her sleep peacefully. She had been crying and he could tell cause her eyes were puffy and still a bit red.

"I don't deserve someone like you."

Grabbing her hand he brushed around the scar on her arm and placed soft kisses on them and a final one on her forehead. "One day I hope you forgive me."

"Because it's people like you that I like."

Taking one last look at her sleeping Nacht left quietly in the night.

Waking up the next morning (Your Name) felt like shit. Her head was pounding and she felt wozy. Groaning she turned her head to see a glass of water and a couple of pills on the desk. "Oh bless whoever left it there." She says and happily takes the pill and drinks all the water.

As she swallowed all the water her eyes averted down to see a small piece of paper and a N written on it. Her eyes widen as the glass dropped and choked a bit.

"He's been watching me."

A feeling of anger came towards her as she stomped down to the main living room and looked around only to see the same chaos and no sign of him.

"What's gotten you angry?" Yami says blankly as he smoked his cigarette and she straighten herself and scoffs. "Um it's nothing."

Taking a seat she whispers to Yami. "You wouldn't have seen Nacht recently?" She slyly asks

Yami laughs and blew his smoke out. "I haven't seen that man in ages! Sorry kid. Your secret safe with me though."

Watching everyone's chaos so early in the morning only made her hangover worse as she walked back to her room.

"Just where are you Nacht." She whispers softly.

"I'm right here." He lovingly response back touching her shoulder with his hand. As much as she wanted to be surprised (Your Name) was already use to him popping out of nowhere.

"Why were you in my room last night? I thought you didn't care anymore?"

He sits next to her and places his hands in hers.

"The emotions we hold are very strong sometimes it makes us regret our actions." He speaks looking down at their intertwined hands.

"You tried to kill yourself, I was so scared and I felt helpless when I wanted to help."

Nacht doesn't say a word and pulls her into a hug.

"I've been working on myself since I left." He explains truthfully feeling guilty for leaving her in the dark and casting his darkness on her.

"I just wanted you to be happy."

"I know and for that I am grateful."

There was a moment of silence between the two as they knew things weren't going to be perfect and happy all the time. The life they lived and chosen made them on this path.

"I'm sorry." Nacht says to her feeling the pain of lost. One which he felt before and now he decided that someone was there for him and he would accept it because truthfully he never wanted to leave her.

"You never have to be sorry for the way you feel." She tells him as he clung to her tighter now.

"And this is why I love you so much." He smiles lovingly to her as she smiled back.

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