#I was working on this so hard I didn't even notice when it was my birthday lol (Like 3 hours sjefnkjfns)

[heart-of-light-and-darkness]

"I should have listened to you." I admit to War as I down another glass of sweet tea that Famine had poured for me. I smile in thanks to the elderly looking entity as she adds another stack of tamales to my plate. I had already eaten three plate fulls, but her cooking was so good it always left me hungry for more. Every time I saw her, it was like looking at someone's grandma.

"I told you so," war replied with a gruff scoff as he rolled his eyes. "I told you not to listen to my older brother. But does anyone ever listen to me? NoOoOo! I'm just war, the muscle head jock that only knows how to fight." He growls in frustration as he slams a fist on the table, causing the drinks and chip dip to wobble and the audible cruch of chips being crushed.

"Hey, hey! Watch the snacks meathead!" Famines voice rasps as she quickly moves the dip to safety. "That's was pur last bag of chips! Keep this up, and you won't be getting any desert after dinner, young Sprite!"

"It's always the last bag of chips," war retorted. "Just go to the pantry and get more.... and quit with the old lady act. We are all the same age!" Famine grumbles as she gets up, stomping off to the kitchen. War turns his eyes back onto me, the fire in them narrowing. "And don't think I didn't notice you putting the moves on my big sister, angle." He warned as he reached for his belt and slapped something on the table. It was hard to look at as its form kept changing. The only thing certain about it was it was a weapon of war. From guns to spears to swards to even a miniture helicopter, the weapon kept shifting. I think at one point I saw a mushroom cloud.

Quickly shaking the sunspots out of my vission i find my voice. "I assure you war, I was being sincere when I said Death had great cheekbones. And her smile is very calming and kind."

"Really now, lil' bro? Threatening our guests before the game even begins?" Came a jovial voice from the doorway. Walking in came a man that was near identical to War, except for one key difference. Whereas war was dressed in a tight fitting green shirt that showed off his muscles and camo pants, this guy was wearing the world's ugliest Hawaiian shirt and boardshorts. He ruffled wars hair with a smile. "You need to relax, man. Otherwise, you'll have the cramps when it finally comes time to ride. Besides, dont the mortals have a say: all is fair in love and war?"

"Stop touching me Conquest!" War whined, slapping his hand away as conquest sits next to him. "And your not love dumbass!"

"Are you sure about that?" Conquest teased. "Don't done people call it conquering the heart? I'm just saying, I think I would do a better job then cupid." Conquest says will giving the biggest shit eating grin to me. The grin was unsettling, being all teeth and no warmth. "Or of course you could always do a different kind of conquering in the bed ro-"

Conquest was interrupted by a slipper hitting him in the head. "While I am all for satiatings ones cravings, could you ot be so crass when talking about potential love lifes that may include our sister? Besides, you're freaking out the angle." Famine said, carrying out more chips and other asortsments of food, noticeably missing a slipper on one of her feet. "Now hurry up and help me set the table. Death said she would be late because of working late. So eat up and them we can head out and meet her at that nee club Odin just opend." As we set the table Famine leans over and wispers, "Oh and angel? Maybe this time, you should let Loki be your wing man. She is much more sensible then my himbo of a brother."

So far you have had a date with Destiny, flirted with Death, and danced with the Devil. You're going to have a serious chat with your wingman next time you go clubbing.

[agustdakasuga]

Every Moment With You

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, IdolBoyfriend!Yoongi, Idol!Namjoon, Idol!Seokjin, Idol!Hoseok, Idol!Jimin, Idol!Taehyung, Idol!Jungkook

Summary: Finally, the boys are able to take a break without any cameras and fans. And since they will be a private compound on their own, of course Yoongi invited you. And now that you're able to comfortably spend time with him, you want to make full use of it before he goes back to work.

Word count: 7,395

When Yoongi unlocked the door to the apartment, he was greeted to by the sight of you blasting 'Haegeum' and throwing hand signs around, jumping on the spot like you were at one of his AGUST D D-Day concerts.

"이 노래는 해금" You tried your best to rap, still not noticing your boyfriend leaning against the wall, watching you with an amused smile on his face.

"Ayy!" You couldn't catch up with all the lyrics of his rap so you kept throwing 'ayy's around.

"어쩌면 이 또한 또 다른 해금, yeah" You finished and Yoongi pushed himself off the wall, clapping to finally make his presence known.

"What the-" You jumped and let out a yelp.

"H-How long have you been there?" You screeched, pointing an accusatory finger at him. Yoongi continued clapping and laughing at how surprised you looked to see him.

"Halfway through the chorus. Although I wish I was here to see the entire performance." He chuckled.

"Damn right, you know I'm way better than Agust D. But sorry, there are no encores around here." You scoffed.

"Yeah, we don't know who Agust D thinks he is." Yoongi smiled and shuffled over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You threw your arms over his neck, tip toeing slightly to hug him properly. You tightened your hold around him as he turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your cheek.

"How was the studio session?" You asked.

"It went better than I expected. I should be able to record guide vocals with Jungkook soon." He replied, one hand moving to stroke your lower back affectionately.

"That's great." You giggled, pulling back to give him a peck. You helped him remove his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.

"Oh, right. I wanted to tell you, the boys wanna head up to the Soop estate to stay for a few days." He informed.

"Ah, I see. Go ahead, I think it's a great idea. You all should take the chance to get away for a bit before promotions really kick off again." You said, going to the kitchen.

"You should come too." He followed you into the kitchen, grabbing a cold coffee from the fridge.

"Yoongi, I would love to but... you remember the last time... it was hard for everyone to hide me from the cameras..." You sighed.

"I know, aegi. But the management said there will be no cameras, no content filming, no fans, nothing. We'll have the whole place to ourselves with security in case of trespassers. So if you would like to go, I would love to have you there." He held your hand.

"Oh, sure. If the boys are okay with it." You smiled, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Please, of course they are okay with it. They didn't even care about whether I was going, all they wanted to know was if you were going." He rolled his eyes.

"Alright. I have some vacation days my boss has been asking me to take anyway so the timing is perfect." You said.

"It's settled then. Go get packed, we're leaving tomorrow morning at 5 am." Yoongi patted your hip.

"We'll have our own room, bathroom and small seating area. And of course, the camper van is ours too. You've seen it on the show, it's like the one Jungkook stayed in with Bam." Yoongi informed.

"I mean, if the other members need more privacy, I don't mind sharing a bathroom or living room space." You shrugged.

"No, no, no. Don't say that. For me, we need our own space." Yoongi was quick to interject, shaking his head.

"Sure~" You laughed.

During In The Soop 1, Yoongi spoke to management about you tagging along with them and they agreed since Yoongi would be using the camper on his own. But even so, it was hard for you to stay hidden. You would have to duck out of the way, wake up earlier to leave the bed and make sure your stuff was hidden.

On top of that, the editing team had to do multiple rounds of checks to make sure that any footage of you or your belongings being captured was removed.

"Go shower, I'll start packing." You waved him off. He hummed and came over to kiss your temple before going to the bathroom.

"Shirts, pants, underwear..." You took out a few sets and laid them on the bed.

"Hoodies... Dresses..." Leaving Yoongi's clothes on the bed for him to check first, you packed your stuff into the suitcase. Then you packed make up and some travel toiletries.

"They have toiletries there, aegi. Unless you need something specific." Yoongi said, re-entering the room.

"Oh, okay. Saves me the space then. Can you check if that's enough clothes for you?" You asked.

"I think I'll take a few more shirts. Last time, I ended up being pushed into the pool by a drunk Namjoon. It was edited out since most of them were drunk and removing their clothes." He let out a sigh.

"I'm sure the fans would have liked to watch that." You raised your eyebrows. Yoongi helped you with the packing, stuffing his things into his own suitcase. He put your skincare along with his own in his travel pouch and packed that.

"I can finish up here if you want to nap." You told him, knowing he was working in the studio the whole of last night.

"It's alright, we're almost done." Yoongi patted your head. He took the clothes that you both decided not to bring and put them back into the drawers or hung them back up in the closet.

"Aegi, should I add your skirt to this hanger with the rest or would you prefer me to use a new one?" He asked.

"A new one would be great. The other one looks too full." You said.

"Good idea." He went to the laundry area to get a spare hanger and came back, neatly hanging your skirts before putting it back into your side of the closet.

"Okay, we're done! Time for us to sleep." He declared.

"Yoongi, it's 1pm. I'm not sleepy! You go to sleep." You said between your giggles.

"No, you know I can't sleep without you." He grumbled in a low voice, not sure if it was meant for you to hear of not. But without another word, Yoongi laid on his side of the bed, scrolling on his phone.

"Aren't you tired?" You tilted your head.

"I am... I'm just waiting for you." He let out a big yawn, stretching his arms and legs like a cat. You let out a sigh of defeat and moved the packed bags aside, crawling into bed with him. Yoongi used to sleep on the left but after his surgery, he changed to the right so he wouldn't sleep on his left.

"That's better." He cleared his throat, pulling you close and letting you sleep on his right arm, his left casually slung over your hip. You felt him kiss the top of your head.

"Ugh." You tried to sleep but you had just woken up not too long ago. On the other hand, Yoongi fell asleep so quickly.

"You always work so hard." You whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek as he slept.

"I love you." You were glad he was done with military. Yes, as a social service officer, you saw Yoongi everyday but he always looked so tired and frustrated that he didn't have time to work on music.

You slipped out of Yoongi's hold and left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"Clean up, do laundry, make snacks, pack drinks." You made a list.

Since you and Yoongi were not going to be around, you wanted to clean the house and do as many chores as you could so you wouldn't have to do them when you get back.

"Aegi?" Yoongi lifted his head to find himself along in bed. His hand touched your side of the bed, feeling how cold the sheets were. He groaned as he sat up and yawned. Slipping on his house slippers, Yoongi left the bedroom.

"Aegiiii..." His sleep riddled voice called out for you.

"In the kitchen!" You replied. Yoongi blinked in confusion and went over to the kitchen. He watched with a small frown as you were wrapping the rice ball in cling wrap.

"W-What are you doing?" Yoongi came closer, leaning closer and squinting to figure out what you were doing.

"Make snacks for us and the others to eat on the bus ride." You laughed, pulling him back.

"It's just snacks, babe. We might get hungry or the others might get hungry too." You said, putting all the rice balls aside, next to the wrapped sandwiches.

"Thank you for doing this." He smiled.

"I'm always happy to feed you and the boys." You put all the items into the fridge, intending to bring them in a cooler bag later.

"You made Japanese potato salad?" His eyes widened when he saw you put two containers in too.

"Mhmm. I know you like it. Plus, I ran out of bread and since I was boiling eggs anyway, I took some for potato salad. This second one container has no cucumbers, its for Taehyung." You explained, going to grab some disposable cutlery that you and Yoongi collect from all your food deliveries.

"You spoil them too much." He clicked his tongue, stealing a boiled egg to eat. Yoongi always says you give in too much to the younger ones but it's always hard to tell them no.

"You spoil them too! Jungkook's whole 'Yoongi hyung never scolds me' thing." You put your hands on your hips.

"T-That's different." He looked away, his ears turning red.

"Sure, it is. You keep telling yourself that. And I don't just spoil them, I spoil you too, Yoonie~" You cooed at him, pinching his cheek. He scoffed and slapped your hands away.

"You know I hate all your nicknames... And you're meant to spoil me, you're dating me, not them." He glared.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget that." You hugged his waist, leaning your head on his chest.

"You better not." His clean hand came to stroke the back of your head. As you cleaned up the kitchen counter, Yoongi heated up the leftovers for you have dinner.

"Aegi, dinner time. Stop working." Yoongi called you like a mother calls her child, putting the plates of food on the dining table. You closed your laptop and went over to help him, grabbing the side dishes from the fridge and the cutlery.

"I managed to file for my leave. I shot my boss a text and he told me to go ahead, he'll approve it tomorrow morning." You informed.

"That's great, aegi. So, you can take the time to just relax and immerse yourself in nature with me." He smiled. You nodded with a hum and sat down.

"Thank you for the food, Yoongi." You picked up your chopsticks.

"You're very welcome. Eat up, aegi." He removed the bone from the galbi and placed the meat on your rice.

After dinner, you did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while Yoongi did his own packing. He never went anywhere without his music and sound recording equipment.

"You know, usually partners would get nagged at for bringing work things on vacation." Yoongi joked.

"Why would I nag you on something that brings you happiness? If by chance, that's work. So be it." You shrugged.

"You're something else, aegi." He chuckled and shook his head, carefully packing his expensive equipment into their foam cases and zipping up his guitar. Then he grabbed his computer bag to pack his laptop and all the wires. It was satisfying to watch him pack, he was so neat and meticulous.

"Would you prefer me to nag...?" You teased. He shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. Once he was done, you placed all your things by the door.

"Okay, we have a few hours to sleep then we have to go." He reached out to hold your hand.

"I'm excited! I haven't seen this new estate." You clapped your hands happily.

"Oh, that's right! I forgot you haven't seen the estate before... And I event went again for song camp when producing D-Day." Yoongi slapped his forehead in realisation and you nodded.

"Of course I wouldn't go for song camp." You said. You knew you wouldn't value add and just be a distraction if you went."

"I think you'll like it, there's a lot more space than the first Soop location they rented." He squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush.

"But the company actually owns this place, right? Like the whole area. The first estate was a rental." You asked. He hummed and began to brush his teeth, so did you.

"I'll set an alarm. Goodnight, aegi." Yoongi mumbled, eyes on his phone, playing his basketball game.

"Goodnight, Yoon." You wished back, tucking yourself against his side. As he used his phone, his other hand absentmindedly stroked your head, which lulled you to sleep really quickly. Left with only 3 hours to sleep, he put his phone away to join you in dreamland.

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"Everything is packed." You zipped up the cooler bag with all the food that you prepared last night. Yoongi insisted on handling most of the bags, loading them into the car.

"So I'll leave the car at HYBE while we're at the estate. The others should be making their way there, the bus leaves at 6." He said.

"Mmm..." You hummed, still tired.

"Aigoo, my precious girl. You can sleep on the bus." Yoongi leaned over to cup your cheeks. You pouted at him, making him chuckle as he started the car to drive.

"(y/n)!" Your name was yelled across the carpark as you and Yoongi unloaded the bags.

"Shhh! Taehyung ah, you're too loud." Jimin chided.

"Hi." You waved, trying to hide your yawn as you helped Yoongi with the bags. Of course, the boys took over the bags, sharing the load especially with Yoongi's music and recording equipment. You all took the lift up to the back of HYBE, where the bus was waiting and the other boys were boarding.

"Good morning." You bowed to the others and Yoongi sent them a lazy wave, passing the bags to the bus captain who was loading them into storage.

"Glad you could join us." Namjoon smiled.

"Thank you for having me." You giggled, adjusting the scarf Yoongi bundled around your neck.

"Oh my, Jungkook's bringing Bam? Hello, Bamie~" You cooed as Jungkookg walked over with the doberman. Bam jumped excitedly, standing on his hind legs to sniff you and lick you.

"I've missed you too, big baby. Yes, good boy." You rubbed your ears. When Yoongi was done, he grabbed your hand.

"Let's get out of the cold." He said softly and led you to the bus, helping you up the steps.

"(y/n) packed food for everyone." Yoongi announced to the other boys who were settling in their seats, and Jungkook was trying to settle Bam down.

"Thank you, (y/n)! You're a life saver." The boys all threw thanks their way. Jin volunteered to have the cooler bag of food beside him since he had a spare seat beside him and he could help hand it out to the boys for you.

"Yes, she is." Yoongi mumbled under his breath with a chuckle but you heard him.

"You don't have to stay awake, aegi. Go to sleep." He put his arm around you. With such a big bus, everyone took alternate rows to be able to recline their seats comfortably.

"The rice balls are good, (y/n)!" Jungkook said, his words muffled by the food he stuffed in his mouth.

"Yah. You're getting rice everywhere." Hoseok chided.

"Thank you." You replied with a giggle before leaning back in your seat. You didn't know when you fell asleep but Yoongi opened the small lap blanket he brought and draped it over you.

"Can we dim the lights a little?" Yoongi requested. The manager asked the bus driver to lower the lights.

"So hyung, how happy are you to have her here?" Jimin asked from across the aisle, watching Yoongi draw the curtains and adjust the overhead airconditioning vent so it wasn't blowing in your face. Yoongi turned around to glare at the younger before checking on you, making sure you didn't hear Jimin.

"Thankfully she had enough vacation days to come with us. She deserves a nice break too." Yoongi replied, not answering Jimin's question directly.

"You're always afraid to gush about her, around her. You do it silently, behind her back." Taehyung pointed out with a laugh.

"I don't gush about her. I just appreciate her and what she does for me." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Sure, hyung. You don't gush... keep telling yourself that." Namjoon chuckled, eyes still trained on his kindle. Luckily the bus was dark that they couldn't see the light blush on Yoongi's cheeks.

"I don't gush." Yoongi looked back at your sleeping face, not sure who he was trying to convince at this point.

When you woke up, you felt Yoongi's head on your shoulder and tried your best not to move.

"Jimin, can you hand me my phone there?" You whispered to the male who was playing his nintendo switch. He nodded and reached over to get your phone from the seat pocket.

"Thank you." You smiled softly. Like all younger brothers do, Jimin retrieved his own phone and snapped a picture of sleeping Yoongi on your shoulder before retreating back to his seat to continue his game. You chuckled and shook your head.

"He's going to kill you if he knows." You told him.

"Then don't tell him." Jimin snickered. You spent the remainder of hte bus ride on your phone, not wanting to move to disturb Yoongi.

"We're here, everyone. Wake up!" Namjoon stood up. You gently patted Yoongi's thigh to wake him. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around.

"Good morning, Yoongi." You giggled.

"Good morning, aegi." He yawned and stretched his arms. As everyone was busy gathering their stuff, you gave him a peck.

"Come on, let's get off this bus." He helped you pack and held your hand as you got off the bus. Standing in the mansion estate, it was so much bigger than what the television showed.

"Let's go, Bam!' Jungkook let Bam off his leash and started running towards his room with his bags in tow.

"He has so much energy." Jin clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"All he did was sleep and eat on the bus." Hoseok laughed. You were unsure of where to go so you just followed Yoongi. He slid open one of the sliding doors to a room in one of the villas. Like Yoongi said, it was exactly like Jungkook and Bam's room in the show, practically like a studio apartment without a kitchen.

"Wow, I can't believe this is just one section of the villa." You said, pushing the suitcases to the corner.

"Yeah, each room has a small living space and bathroom. Then the kitchen and big living room is in the main mansion." Yoongi said, closing the door behind him.

"I do watch In The Soop, you know?" You teased. He scoffed and went into the room.

"Ah. This is comfy." He laid on the bed.

"It's so nice and tranquil here." You said, moving to lay on him, resting your head on his chest. Yoongi lazily threw an arm over your shoulders to hold you.

"As much as I would like to continue sleeping in an actual bed, we need lunch. Everyone ate your food but you." Yoongi said.

"But I'm not hungry." You yawned, burying your face into his chest. Yoongi kissed the top of your head.

"Lovebirds! Are we doing lunch or what?" You heard Jin's voice from your door. You yelled out an acknowledgement to the oldest and immediately got up, making Yoongi let out an annoyed groan from behind you.

"We'll wash up and be right there!" You smiled to Jin. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up before leaving to head to the mansion. You went to wash your face.

"Aegiiii..." Yoongi drowned out and leaned his body against yours, his hands holding your waist from behind.

"I'm trying to wash my face!" You squealed, feeling his fringe tickle the back of your neck.

After you and Yoongi washed up, you convinced him to at least have lunch. Hand in hand, you strolled to the mansion. Yoongi looked around the place, ruffling his hair with his free hand.

"What are you craving for?" Yoongi asked, the both of you removing your shoes before entering the mansion.

"I'll have what the others are having. You know I'm not picky." You shrugged.

"I know but I'd much rather cook something you want to eat and not something the younger ones want." He chuckled. The two of you saw the others playing games in the living room.

"Woah, be careful, aegi." He grasped your waist to move you out of the way before Taehyung could accidentally hit you while challenging Jin and Jungkook.. You followed him to the kitchen to help him cook. Yoongi opened the fridge to look at what the managers had stocked up for your stay here.

"What about cheesy dakgalbi?" He turned to you, smiling when he saw your eyes light up with excitement and happiness. You nodded your head.

"I'll cut the vegetables, you can handle the meat." You told him.

"You should rest. Let me cook." Yoongi crossed his arms as you took out the cabbage, carrots, onions and potatoes.

"I am resting. Doing this with you is rest." You said, retrieving a cutting board and knife. Yoongi shot you a flat look but didn't argue, preparing the chicken and marinade.

"What are we cooking?" Hoseok came into the house with Jimin. The shorter male joined the others in the living room, playing games.

"Dakgalbi." Yoongi replied.

"Anything I can help with? Make some coffee?" Hoseok suggested. You and Yoongi immediately nodded.

"Coffee would be amazing, Seok. Thank you." You giggled, chopping the cabbage and putting all the vegetables into a bowl for Yoongi to cook with later.

"Oooh, this smart stove is really cool." You watched Yoongi put two big pans over the stove. With 8 people, he probably thought it would be easier to eat out of two pans rather than everyone trying to get into one pan.

"I'll make some gyeranmari and dumplings to eat on the side." You said, cooking on the stove at the back. After giving you both your coffees, Hoseok helped you with cooking the sides.

"Lunch! Call whoever is not here!" Yoongi yelled.

"Coming!" Those in the living room came out. Taehyung called Namjoon over while Jungkook grabbed cutlery.

You all sat together to eat, some of the boys sharing the microwave rice packs, knowing they will probably use the leftovers to make fried rice to share later.

"Thank you for cooking!" The boys chimed before digging in.

"Mmm." You nodded happily. Yoongi placed some chicken on your plate, his free arm resting on the back of your chair the entire time.

"This is just what I needed! We should bring you on vacations more often, (y/n)." Taehyung exclaimed happily, making a wrap with the chicken and eating it in one mouthful.

"She's not your personal chef." Yoongi sent Taehyung a look but you knew they were just joking.

After lunch was done, those that didn't cook were on clean up duty. Yoongi took the opportunity to get you out of there. He grasped your wrist and practically dragged you back your shared room at the villa, making it clear he didn't really want to stay and socialise with the other members anymore.

"You're being anti social. Maybe the boys want to spend more time with you." You slapped his arm.

"We can do that another time. Now is me and you time." He huffed, removing his hoodie so he was just in his undershirt.

"I need to use the bathroom." You went to the bathroom, also getting out of your uncomfortable clothes. You changed into something comfier, aka Yoongi's shirt.

"We're going to stay in bed until we are called for dinner." Yoongi said when you entered the room.

"I like that plan." You giggled and fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you to turn you around so you were on your sides.

"I'm just happy to spend time with you." You reached out to cup his cheeks, caressing the skin with your thumbs. Yoongi gave you a gummy smile and lifted your hands to kiss your fingertips.

"Are you sleepy?" He asked.

"No, I think I slept enough in the bus." You said, betrayed by your yawn.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He stroked the back of your head. You scoffed and pulled away, sitting up to lean against the headboard with an intention to read. Yoongi shifted himself so his head could rest in your lap.

"You should sleep more." You patted his head, knowing that he probably didn't sleep well on the bus.

It felt so peaceful and normal to spend time with Yoongi like this. With you, he wasn't an idol, he was just your boyfriend and the two of you were spending some time off together.

"Feeling sleepy yet?" He murmured sleepily, hugging your legs like a bolster.

"No, I'm not. Now, stop interrupting my reading." You said. It didn't take long for Yoongi to fall asleep.

"(y/n)? Are you here?" You looked up from your book to find Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook at your doorway. Luckily Yoongi pulled the blanket to hide your bare legs.

"Shh..." You hushed them, pointing to the sleeping Yoongi who was hugging your legs.

"Come play." They waved you over.

"But..." You gestured to the sleeping Yoongi. No one ever dares to wake Yoongi up, maybe except Taehyung with kindergarten music playing in the background. The 3 couldn't help you now since you were pantless and you were pretty sure Yoongi might have an aneurysm if he knew that they saw you.

"Go, I'll come out in a bit." You told them. They gave you thumbs ups and closed the bedroom door. Looking down at Yoongi, you carefully shifted away, replacing your legs with a pillow quickly.

"Sorry." You stroked his head in case he woke up. It was hard when he had almost all his weight on your legs.

"I'll be back." You leaned down to kiss his cheek. Yoongi didn't seem bothered by you moving him.

Looking around, you grabbed a pair of sweats and put it on before going out, where the 3 boys were waiting for you in the tiny living room area.

"Let's go!" Taehyung held your hand and pulled you out.

"Where did she gooooo?" Yoongi groaned, feeling the pillow against his cheek instead of you. He sat up, seeing the sun starting to set.

"Aegi?" He called out from bed but there was no reply. Ruffling his hair and yawning, he got out of bed and noticed that his sweats were missing from the floor.

"Nooooo!" Yoongi heard your squeal and grabbed a new pair of pants, going out to see where you were.

There you were, playing in the rain with Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook was chasing after you and Jimin with an evil smile. Yoongi grabbed an umbrella and exited the room, he stood there quietly, watching all of you play.

"Oh! Yoongi!" You spotted your cat-like boyfriend, standing there with his black umbrella, and waved at him. Yoongi smiled back at you. Since you were distracted, Jungkook suddenly grabbed you.

"Ah!" You yelped in shock as he lifted you up.

"Yah! Be careful with her!" Yoongi barked, coming over to where you all were playing.

"I'm fine, Yoongi. Don't worry." You grinned, drenched from head to toe. Yoongi sighed and reached out to move gently your wet hair away from your face.

"I'm going to get started on dinner. You guys should go dry up so we can eat." Yoongi said.

"Aww!" Everyone jeered but Yoongi was not budging, he was really worried about you catching a cold.

Despite you already being damp, Yoongi still sheltered you with his umbrella all the way back to your share room. He entered first to put a towel on the flower so you wouldn't slip coming in.

"Leave your clothes in that bathroom when you're done. I'll put them in the dryer later." Yoongi told you. You nodded and leaned forward to give him a grateful peck on the cheek but you were careful not to let your wet hair drip onto his clothes. After that, he left you to shower and warm yourself up.

"(y/n), are you heading to the main house?" You caught Namjoon coming down from the room upstairs.

"Yeah. But I think the spare umbrellas are there and Yoongi took the only one that was here." You said, holding your wet clothes in your hands after you wrung out all the water.

"Come, I'll take you." He smiled.

"Thank you!" You ducked under the umbrella with him and walked towards the main house.

"So, I saw you guys playing out in the rain from my window earlier. Can't believe the younger ones managed to rope you into their antics." Namjoon chuckled.

"It was all fun, you should have joined us. We're just kids at heart, playing in the rain and puddle stomping." You giggled.

"Maybe next time." He slid open the door for you to enter.

"Definitely. Hey, Yoon. Don't worry, I got my clothes." You greeted your boyfriend, who was cooking in the kitchen with Jin. He nodded in acknowledgement and you brought your damp clothes to the laundry area, throwing your clothes into the wash.

"Thanks for walking her over, Namjoon ah." Yoongi nodded over to the leader. Namjoon smiled and headed to the living room.

"I could have brought it in for you to be washed, aegi." Yoongi came into the laundry room.

"It's fine, it's just a few pieces of laundry. You're already busy with dinner." You laughed, starting the machine. The two of you walked out, hand in hand.

"Look at you two being inseparable." Jin teased, clicking the tongs in his hands. Yoongi rolled his eyes but didn't let you go.

When you first started dating and being more open around the other members, you and Yoongi would have separated if one of the members teased you. But now, Yoongi wouldn't part from you.

"I'll cook the rice and ramyeon." You tied your hair up.

"You should sit. You already cooked lunch." Yoongi said to you, patting your hip.

"You cooked lunch too. Plus you and Jin already did most of the work. It's just rice and ramyeon." You smiled. Yoongi nodded and helped you tuck your stray hairs behind your ears so they wouldn't bother you. You washed your hands and went to scoop the rice into the rice cooker.

"Wow, it's smelling good!" Jimin said as he came in, running his hands over his damp hair.

"Can you get the side dishes out from the fridge?" Jin requested. Jimin saluted and went to do that. While waiting for the rice to cook, you got the cutlery and plates to set the table.

"What are you doing now?" Taehyung shuffled over to you. You pointed to the ramyeon stack.

"Can I help?" He asked.

"Sure. I just need to open all these before the water boils." You giggled. Jungkook might be the youngest but Taehyung was everyone's baby brother.

"Once that's all done, we can eat. Get your drinks and rice." Yoongi announced to everyone.

"Yes, hyung!" Everyone went to line up with their rice bowls while you continued to cook the ramyeon.

"I got your rice, aegi." Yoongi told you.

"Thanks, Yoon. It's almost done." You said to everyone. Once the noodles were done, Jungkook came to help you carry the pot to the table. You took your seat beside Yoongi and he cracked open your can of soda for you.

"Thank you for cooking~" Everyone dug into the food hungrily. As always, the dinner conversation was spent chatting and laughing, as well as reminiscing old memories.

And as the others cleared up after dinner, you sat with Yoongi in the living room. He nestled a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Come." He called you to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around you.

"Are you sleepy? I bet you didn't nap earlier since the younger ones dragged you out to play." He asked. You shook your head but was betrayed by your yawn.

"You're such a liar." Yoongi snorted.

"Am not." You scoffed, pinching his side. When clean up was done, the others invited you to play some games.

"Refill?" Namjoon asked Yoongi, refilling his own whiskey glass after coming down from the mini reading corner upstairs. The two of them always enjoyed reading with a glass of whiskey.

"I'm good. Thanks." Yoongi placed his empty glass down.

"Yoongi! I won! Did you see that?! I am the champion!" You turned to your boyfriend and pointed to the screen, squealing in excitement. Yoongi leaned his head on his hand with an endearing smile and nodded his head, giving you a thumbs up, he was like a parent watching his child play and win for the first time.

"Rematch!" The boys protested.

"No way! I'm going to bed." You stuck your tongue out at them, causing them to jeer at you. Hearing what you said, Yoongi put his glass down on the table and stood up.

"You don't have to go with me, you know? You can stay with them if you're not tired." You giggled.

"No, I'm tired too." Yoongi said.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow." You all wished each other. After he placed his whiskey glass in the sink, Yoongi and you walked hand in hand back to your shared room.

"I'm not going with you because I have to, it's because I want to. So don't feel like you're making me do anything." Yoongi suddenly said.

"I know. But it's your vacation too. I don't want you to feel like you have to stick with me constantly." You shrugged.

"I'll gladly stick with you 24/7, that's my ideal vacation." He smiled softly. You lightly punched his arm for being so cheesy. Yoongi would only act this way around you privately and you liked that.

"You can set up your music stuff here if you prefer the space here over the camper. I don't mind it, really." You told him as you squeezed toothpaste onto both your toothbrushes. Honestly, you were so used to Yoongi and his music equipment, it didn't bother you.

"This is our space and since I'm working with some of the members, I don't want them coming in and out." He explained.

"I don't mind it if it makes things more convenient for you." You smiled.

"I mind. I prefer our privacy. The camper's just there so it's not a far walk but thank you for offering, aegi." He rubbed your back. The two of you brushed your teeth and washed your faces.

"Alright, you can change your mind any time." You said as you wiped your face with a clean towel.

"Thank you." He kissed your temple and left you to do your skincare.

"Surprisingly, there are still people sending me messages, congratulating me on finishing my military service." Yoongi noted, sitting at the table with his iPad.

"Maybe they didn't know you finished and saw a news article so they congratulated you now." You giggled.

"Yeah, Halsey asked when we are going back to America to visit her and her family." He said.

"Sure, if your schedule allows it. I can't wait to see Ender again. Children change a lot in 2 years." You said. Yoongi nodded in agreement with a small hum. Of course, you followed him to America on holiday and Yoongi insisted he meet the celebrities that he was close with.

What fans didn't know was that your home wallpaper on your phone was the full, actual picture of Yoongi snuggling up to Ender when you both visited him as a baby.

"Maybe this time he won't give me stares when I say hi to him." Yoongi scoffed.

"Please, he loved you! You were just an awkward uncle at the start." You giggled, walking over to him.

"I still am an awkward uncle. I was never one that was great with children. Taehyung and Jimin are great with kids, even clumsy Namjoon is." He said, hands resting on your waist.

"You're great at a lot of other things, so what if you're not comfotable with children." You ran your fingers through his hair.

"Thanks, aegi." He laughed, pressing his forehead against your middle.

After Yoongi finished replying to some emails, the two of you changed and headed to bed but you both didn't sleep just yet. One thing you and Yoongi liked to do was just lay on your bed and use your phones, scrolling on social media.

"Look, it's you." You showed him a video of a white kitten that was sleeping on the couch like a human. Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned back to look at his own phone.

"How was your first day here?" Yoongi asked you.

"Good. It's nice to get away and spend some time with the others." You giggled and Yoongi hummed.

"Besides, isn't this technically the first holiday you guys are taking as 7? It's nice to just have a break for yourselves." You said. Yoongi nodded his head.

"Yeah, no cameras before the next comeback." Yoongi put his phone to charge and turned back to look at you.

"I can't wait for the new Run BTS episodes." You teased, charging your own phone.

"The fans will realise that military didn't change us. We're still the same competitive people that will fight over a cup of ramyeon." Yoongi chuckled as you scooted closer to him.

"And I love that about all of you. You never let anything change you." You reached up to cup his cheek.

"I love you." He held your hand and kissed your fingertips. You smiled softly and leaned in to give him a peck before burying your face against his chest. You felt Yoongi move slightly so he could pull the blanket up to cover the both of you, making sure you were well tucked in and warm.

"Goodnight." You wished. Yoongi grunted and threw his leg over you to hold you even clsoer to him. Even if you usually started cuddling, you and Yoongi would usually break apart at night.

"Are you cold? I can adjust the aircon." Yoongi asked, his hand stroking the exposed skin of your hip.

"I'm okay. The blanket is warm enough." You snuggled against him.

"Shall I wake you up for breakfast tomorrow or do you want to wait until you wake up on your own?" He checked. You hummed, knowing Yoongi was quite an early riser.

"I'll wake up a little later. Maybe 10? In case you wake up at like... 7 am." You groaned.

"I don't wake up THAT early. With you around, I tend to wake up late and stay in bed longer." Yoongi chuckled, pinching your cheek.

You slept comfortably with Yoongi, feeling relaxed and tranquil. Usually Yoongi didn't sleep well in a bed that wasn't his own but with you, he could sleep anywhere.

"Yoongi hyung?" Yoongi woke up when he heard someone call him. Even if it was another member, he sat up and instinctively moved to shield your body with his own, since you didn't wear pants to sleep. Taehyung stood at your doorway.

"I completely forgot (y/n) was here. I'm sorry!" Taehyung's eyes widened when he realised.

"Go out. I'll come out." Yoongi said, voice riddled with sleep. Taehyung obediently went to the living room area. With a soft sigh, Yoongi turned to check on you.

"Who was it...?" You mumbled.

"Taehyung. I'll be back, go back to sleep." He kissed your temple and went out.

"Sorry! I really forgot (y/n) was here, we usually just go to each other's rooms to wake each other up..." Taehyung looked so distraught Yoongi didn't have to heart to say anything.

"It's fine, Taehyung. Just tell me, what do you need?" Yoongi yawned, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jin hyung's making noodles for breakfast and he wanted to ask if you and (y/n) want some." He relayed. Yoongi looked at the clock.

"Oh, it's 9 already... No, it's okay, thanks for coming to ask. I think we'll just wait for lunch." Yoongi said. Taehyung nodded with a salute and left. Yoongi went back to the room, making sure to close and lock the door this time. He fell back into bed with a long exhale and got under the blanket with you.

"Who was it..." You breathed out, turning to face Yoongi.

"Boys asking if we want breakfast. But I told them we'll stay in bed and just have lunch later." He said, his arm going around your shoulders to hold you to his chest.

"Good idea. I'm not ready to leave the bed." You yawned and buried your face against him.

"Mmm, sleep more." He patted your head. Although Yoongi didn't want to sleep more, he didn't want to move from the bed too.

"We came all the way here just to sleep." You chuckled, voice slightly muffled but of course, Yoongi understood you. Under your cheek, his chest shook as he laughed.

"Isn't that the best holiday?" He asked, stroking your back. This was the ideal holiday to him.

"I guess... We won't have time to sleep in and spend time like this once you guys start having comebacks again." You said.

"That's true." He hummed.

"What time do you have to get up to record?" You asked, obviously you were not going back to sleep too. But it felt nice to be as close to Yoongi as possible.

"Not sure, don't worry about it. We'll always find time. Anyway, we're here to relax, not work. I'll just find Jungkook later to do the guide vocals, I'm sure he is also going to sleep in." He snorted. You nodded in agreement.

"But working on music is a form of relaxation to you." You teased. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"There you go again, spreading those sort of rumours like Jin hyung. I'm not a workaholic, you know? I'm not always working on music, I have a life outside of work." He scoffed.

"Mmm, sure."

"My life outside of work is you. If I didn't have a life outside of music, I wouldn't have you." He stated.

"You're so cheesy, stop it." You reached up to cover his mouth with your hand. Yoongi chuckled and took your hand, planting a light kiss against your palm.

"Soon, I'll be back to watching you backstage or from the wings. And more late night visits to your studio." You sighed.

"Do you miss it?" He asked.

"I thought I wouldn't when you were in the military but I think I do miss it, just a little. But I realised that I'll always miss you when I'm not with you. It's going to take me a while to adjust." You said.

"Now who is being the cheesy one?" Yoongi poked your side, making you squirm. You lifted your head, moving your body up slightly to hug Yoongi properly, winding your arms around his neck. You could feel him plant a kiss to the top of your head, resting his cheek there as his hands rubbed your back lovingly.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." You replied without any hesitation. You knew you were going to miss having Yoongi around so much.

Even without saying it, you both shared the same thought, you wanted to spend as much time together as possible before Yoongi's schedules kept him busy.

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Jinshi and Maomao relationship detail

At first, when watching The Apothecary Diaries, I didn't really want Jinshi and Maomao to be together. I mean, I wanted them to be, but since Jinshi was obviously so much more in love than Maomao, I did not think that it would seriously work out. However, I’ve changed my mind. As I haven’t actually read the light novels yet, some of the information I’m going to use is based on what others have said, and I can’t really confirm 100% if it is true, but since these are discussed somewhat in the community, I feel like they are.

My top reason for thinking they are good together is the fact that they pay extra attention to and look at each other more than others. In Jinshi’s case, he is known for being immensely pretty, but because this is the only thing people look at when it comes to him, it causes him to have an inferiority complex about all of the other skills that he does possess. It also does not help that he is surrounded by anomalies of people who have super strength or are insanely smart, so he feels hopelessly average in comparison. Because of this, when he met Maomao, he thought that she would be the same—someone captivated by his beauty who does not see the real him—but it was the complete opposite. His beauty does not hold worth to her. While she obviously finds him attractive and is probably still attracted to his physical body, his worth to her comes almost solely from his personality. The times in the anime that we see best that she is VERY slowly falling in love are times when she mentions him behaving differently or behaving more like himself instead of the persona he puts on daily. She does find Jinshi annoying a lot, but she likes it when he is more youthful and less eunuch-like.

When it comes to Maomao, I remember that in an episode of the anime, Maomao mentioned how she knows she is hard to read. While Jinshi cannot read her, he still tries. Jinshi never backs down or gets put off when he doesn’t understand her apparent logic; he mostly just trusts her and her judgment. He is incredibly patient with her and honestly does not try to rush things (it is KILLING ME). He is extremely worried about her well-being and making the choice that she wants, not what he wants. It is like when he dismissed her from her job in the first part of season 1. He dismissed her even though he had the power to obviously just not do it but also to just kind of make her work even if she thought it was miserable in the rear palace, because I fear that’s what at least half of the men back then would have done. But even though at this time he had a rabid crush on her and knew he was going to be miserable like he was with his toys when he was younger, he did it since he thought that was what she wanted. Another thing Jinshi notices a lot is her injuries. After, I assume, the third time of someone noticing someone else constantly getting hurt but still either waiting to get help or just not getting it at all, most people would give up. Most people would not jump off a wall and carry them bridal style to the infirmary the sixth time, but Jinshi still did, and he did it with urgency. Every time she gets hurt now, he is always panicking and doing the most he can to help, even if it's most times him just screaming. He never gets tired of her and always wants to be around her at almost every moment.

I want to get the manga volumes and the light novel so badly, but I literally have a 50-bullet-point to-read list that just keeps growing because I’ve been stuck on Crime and Punishment for the last two months. But if anyone has some show ideas (they don't have to be anime) that I can yap about and make my brain work overtime, that would be very helpful.

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honestly, reading aus where dick has to become batman and one of his siblings becomes nightwing pisses me tf off bc dick grayson was never meant to stay in gotham forever. it's not who he is. he's not a gotham kid. he grew up there for 8-10 years, and yeah its his home because bruce-alfred-jason-tim-damian-steph-cass-duke but that's the manor.

in my eyes, dick grayson being forced to stay as batman, long term, stuck in gotham while one of his siblings just stays in bludhaven? doesn't have the oppressing shadow that dick just keeps getting dragged back to honestly feels disrespectful to who dick wanted to be. i'm sure dick would love for his siblings to be nightwing if he dies but making every position dick has ever had be a mantle to be passed on is just-

no.

dick grayson's meant to be nightwing, the free spirit that comes with him having his own city, because gotham isn't meant to be the end of dick grayson's story, and his siblings just taking his position in bludhaven like they'd be able to fill that role easily is laughable.

if they're free to be nightwing they should be able to be batman and for some reason they aren't, and dick grayson has to keep returning to the cowl he doesn't want.

i can't describe how i feel when i read fics like this, just some terrible sadness for dick, especially when people write it like dick is just fine with being batman and his siblings treating nightwing like a mantle, like something they can just take, like bludhaven wasn't his city, like he didn't do everything for it, and treating nightwing like something they can just take. like something they can easily fit into.

i dont think any of the batsiblings can be nightwing, and writing it like people dont notice the difference is honestly laughable.

i read a fic where jason todd is nightwing, and honestly, if bro has to go to bludhaven he can easily choose a different name. IT IS NOT THAT HARD GUYS? it is NOT that complicated to choose a new identity name like babes... nightwing is NOT A MANTLE, and i dont think it every will be.

dick grayson is nightwing. full stop. only him.

and besides, i feel like only two of the siblings really should be in bludhaven, and thats cass and dick. cass didnt get any time at all before chemo happened, which is depressing af but dick put his heart and soul into helping that city and just straight up giving it to one of his siblings like he hasn't worked to protect it for so long? i honestly dont believe any of the other batsiblings would care even a little bit about bludhaven.

[harmony-heaven]

I completely agree that Harry is a very powerful wizard. Everyone but Snape seems to agree on that point. However, I feel most of these particular examples are a demonstration of how strong Harry’s bond with his wand is.

He's absolutely devastated when it is broken in DH. More than you'd expect for a 'broken tool'. And the way it fights for him in the Battle of Seven Potters is basically unheard of.

"Harry took it into his hands as though it was a living thing that had suffered a terrible injury."

Harry is so intimately tied to his wand he can cast magic through it at distance and by thought when in duress.

Which is another reason I love that Hermione can canonically use Harry’s wand perfectly. A wand so entwined to Harry. One of the first objects he ever owned and one central to his new status as a magic user. And she can just pick it up and use it without even noticing it's not her own. As he can easily use hers.

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wand, tapped the lock, and whispered, "Alohamora!"

Ron struggled through PS and CoS with Charlie's old wand. Neville was thought basically a squib coz he used his dad's old wand. Wands dont switch allegiance easy and if they do, the old user would then have issues mastering it again. But Harry and Hermione used each other's wands to cast powerful magic without even seeming to realise they've done so.

The trust they have for the most important magical item in their lives is extended to one another as well. Right from PS, before the troll incident even as Hermione uses Harry’s wand to open Fluffy's door.

And later, Harry casts Lumos using Hermione’s wand while following Snape's patronus, lays the still lit wand down next to the pond and jumps in.

He stepped to the pool's edge and placed Hermione’s wand on the ground, still lit.

He never once complains about it being uncomfortable or hard to use. Whereas he definitely considers how unfamiliar the Snatcher wand Ron provided is.

The new one felt intrusively unfamiliar, like having somebody else's hand sewn to the end of his arm.

... she could take the blackthorn wand if she thought it made no difference, and he would have hers instead.

Harry didn't win the wands allegiance so it doesn't work well for him. But Hermione’s worked perfectly. Never even a hint that it doesn't work well for him. He casts instinctively with it.

I cannot think of anywhere else that people use someone else's wand without at least some struggle against the wands bond to the owner. Except these two. It's as if they both share both wands from the very start.

Sorry that got a lot longer than I intended. Guess I'm not writing any of my fanfic this morning, lol.

Harry can cast spells wandlessly in canon

I'm always going about how Harry's magic is super powerful and works insanely intuitively. How he can sense magic and make spells do whatever he needs them to do at the moment. And I was innocently reading the dementor attack in OotP when I encountered yet another moment of Harry's magic being insane that I haven't brought up before:

A fist made contact with the side of Harry’s head, lifting Harry off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of Harry’s eyes; for the second time in an hour he felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment he had landed hard on the ground, and his wand had flown out of his hand. “You moron, Dudley!” Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain, as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness. He heard Dudley blundering away, hitting the alley fence, stumbling. [...] “DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!” Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the ground like spiders. “Where’s — wand — come on — Lumos!” He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him in his search — and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand — the wand tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet, and turned around.

(OotP, Ch1)

Reading this made me so excited becouse:

1. Harry casts Lumos without touching his wand, without any wand movement, nothing. He just says the spell while meaning it and it's enough to light up his wand.

Like, that's an insane feat of magic!

Like, Harry pulls shit like this on the regular and people still say he isn't that powerful. Harry may not be all finesse and elegance when it comes to spellcasting, but he's got the raw talent in spades.

So, in canon, in OotP, Harry lights up his wand without even holding it. Harry, canonicly has a talent for wandless magic if he wants to do something with it.

Hell, earlier when the dementors just arrived Harry thought he was causing the darkness for a moment so he's at least somewhat aware of how his magic works:

For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that he’d been resisting as hard as he could — then his reason caught up with his senses — he didn’t have the power to turn off the stars.

(OotP, Ch1)

Meaning Harry is somewhat aware he can do magic without meaning to and he is actively resisting it in this scene! That's what he is saying.

2. This is a possible interpretation of the first quote, but it's a bit more speculative: Harry might've summoned his wand wandlessly by calling for it.

In the scene, Harry shouts for his wand while scrambling on the ground blind for it. It's unclear how far the wand originally flew, but I think it's possible to read the passage as Harry summoning the wand toward his hand since he finds it right under his fingers even though, he likely felt the ground in that exact spot before, almost as if the wand just appeared there.

Harry calling "wand" working as a summoning charm wouldn't actually be that far off from other magical feats we see from him (I already mentioned this one in the past but I'm not over it):

Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs. Black continued to scream. “Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers—“ “SHUT UP!” Harry bellowed, directing his wand at her, and with a bang and a burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her

(DH, Ch9)

He cast "shut up" as a spell. No wand movement, no incantation, nothing. And it worked on closing the curtains on Walburga's portrait, something the entire Order of the Phoenix couldn't do magically and struggled with manually! And here, 17-year-old Harry just shuts her up with his will alone basically.

So, yeah, Harry's insanely powerful and he is Voldemort's equal.

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Max Verstappen x Male!Reader

When Max is overworking himself to the bone in the preseason, and you need to talk some sense into him before he burns out

A/N I'm back after my one week break! I'm gonna try and write more fics to create a WIP list so that that doesn't happen, but I also encourage people to send in asks cause I'm gonna run out of ideas at some point :)

In the bustle of the preseason chaos, you hadn't had much time to spend with your lovely boyfriend. Between the incredibly boring F175, and testing instantly starting in the week following, Max was too busy running around, working out, taking calls, and providing feedback. It seemed the only times you saw him anymore were in the mornings and late at night, when he would slip into bed with you, muttering thanks for the certainly cold dinner you had left him, before he collapsing into sleep.

Finally, one day you managed to have him to yourself for a whole evening, as soon as his morning workouts were done, you would be able to push him into bed for some snacks, and movies, and boyfriend time. But, when Max arrived home, he was clearly still in work mode. Flurrying around the house, taking notes of things about the car that he hadn't told the engineers the day before, before hopping into the sim to do lap after lap in the model car Redbull had sent him.

Your kinder bars, fruits, and Netflix left untouched, you waited on the couch for him to finish. Maybe he just wanted to figure something out. Everyone gets like that; when something nags at them and they just need to get it right. He would be done by dinner.

By the time dinner came, you'd lost hope that he would come to bed naturally. It began to seem that you would have to do something yourself to get Max to eat with you and to finally relax. Walking over to his rig, you placed a kiss on his cheek, pulling his headphones back, "I'll be on the balcony, ok?"

Without looking away from the screen, he nodded, before shooing you away.

Once on the balcony, sitting down, you finally felt at rest. For a break moment you didn't have to worry about Max, or how he was working himself to the bone and you by extension. It was you, and the cool air of Monaco.

You got lost in your thoughts, but it could have been two or twenty minutes before you heard the door behind you open, and Max sit next to you, placing a blanket around your shoulders.

"You looked cold, in just a T-shirt" He said, softly. You noticed you could see his breath. Maybe it was cold.

"Didn't notice"

"Why out so long?"

Your own puff of breath appeared infront if you as you leaned back against your apartment, looking up at the now visable stars. "Thinking. Why were you on your sim so long? Isn't today supposed to be your day off?"

Max looked down, maybe ashamed. A small part of you felt good about that. That he felt bad about hurting you. But the rest of you just wanted to scoop him into a hug and never let go.

"I mean, last year's car worried me. And Lando's improved, and I'm sure Oscar'll be up there too this year, so I'm doing my best now to make sure we end up with the best car." You could feel his eyes on you, a nervous energy in your previous safe space, his warm hands wrapping around your cold ones, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for worrying you, and ignoring you. I'm sorry that I haven't been prioritizing us at all. I'm sorry that I spent my entire afternoon off working." He pulled you into his arms, resting his head on yours, and pressing kisses atop your hair.

"I didn't want to push you, I know your work is important to you. I don't want to act as if I'm above racing to you, I know it's your life, but I want to be a part of your life too." At your words Max jolted away, eyes wide, with a small pout on his lips.

"No! No, no, no, racing is a huge part of my life, sure, but so are you. I'm sorry I haven't made that clear, I love you. I just worry that I'm not trying hard enough for the world sometimes, that I'll fall behind on track because of it", He trailed off, looking down into the busy streets

"Well, I'm sure the fastest man on Earth, who works harder than anyone else I've ever seen will manage to pose a threat, even if he takes a break for one night, no?"

Breaking out into a smile, Max responded, "Yeah"

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Pssst...there's smut down there 👇🏻

"I don't get jealous," Shinji claimed.

You believed him. After being together for quite some time, he never showed the slightest hint of jealousy. Men approached you, mistaking you for being single, asked for your number, complimented you, asked you out, etc. etc, and all the while, Shinji would grin and laugh each time you told him or even when he was there. He never minded the affection you received from others, and if anything was proud that he was dating such a bombshell. That was all until you were tossing your head back in laughter at something Kisuke Urahara said, clapping your hand over your mouth, eyes crinkled and him smirking satisfactorily as he watched your reaction, side-eyeing Shinji as if to say, "you seeing this? She thinks I'm funnier than you!"

Shinji didn't get jealous, but now watching you laugh at Kisuke's goofy remark, he had nothing but murder on his mind, narrowing his eyes at the green-eyed, blonde-haired shopkeeper and silently daring him to tell another joke. If he got you laughing again, he swore he'd kill him. Who did he think he was, making his girl laugh when that was his job?

You hadn't noticed how mad it got Shinji, not until later that night when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pinning you down to the mattress and grunting angrily into your ear from behind, "you think he's funnier than me? Think he could fuck this sweet little pussy as good as I do, huh?"

"No, no!" You promised Shinji, crying out as his pelvis snapped against your ass, drilling into you deep and hard. "No one makes me as happy as you do! And no - no one fucks me as good as - fuck - you do!"

It was music to Shinji's ears, having you reassure him in this way. Truthfully, you didn't know he was capable of getting so worked up over the way another guy interacted with you or vice versa. Your laughter was mostly forced. No one made you giggle as hard as Shinji did, and no one certainly fucked you as good as he did.

But if making him jealous meant you were going to get manhandled in this way more often, you may have had to find more ways to bring his jealousy out of him.

He was so cruel to you, slapping your ass shoving his fingers down your throat, pinching your nipples, and it had you cumming around him harder than ever, singing out praises and promises that he was the only man for you. It had him cumming hard too, collapsing over you and pulling you tight against him as he rubbed your sore bottom and peppered kisses all along your face and head.

"I really mean it when I say that no one makes me happy as you do," you told him, drawing invisible hearts onto his chest. "I hope you know that."

"I know," he murmured against your temple. "It just pissed me off - watching that bastard make you laugh so hard. You have the prettiest laugh. I was feeling protective over it, I guess."

"You're sweet, but my laugh sounds like a foghorn," you giggled gently.

"I'm super into foghorns then," he remarked. "Makes my dick hard."

"Kisuke is too," you teased.

"Oh," Shinji said sharply. "You're trying to get your ass spanked again."

"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.

"Bad girl," were the last words he uttered before pulling you into an equally viscous and soft round two, intimately reminding you that you were his and his only.

He still would never admit that he did in fact get jealous from time to time, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to have someone who was as protective and caring as Shinji, and to have someone who made love to you with as much intensity as him. If only he could be you for a day and know how in love with him you were, you were sure he would never feel jealous ever again.

P.S. I love my silly man Kisuke too don't come for me 💚

[guzhufuren]

Hey, I've noticed you've been pretty quiet lately and I hope you're doing okay. I know we're not friends or even mutuals so I'm sorry if I'm overstepping by messaging! I hope the world will treat you kindly and that you can find comfort and support if you need it 💕

hi sweetheart wow this is so genuinely nice and kind of you, thank you so much for caring to the point of reaching out

i'm on the way there! i will be okay, hopefully soon. it's not serious, i just had a medium sized break down after receiving a very negative comment on something i made, in mix with a bit of unrelated loneliness and yearning on top of that, plus many many 4am drowsy what-am-i-doing-with-my-life regretful thoughts that i have had in the last months swimming up. like for my unwellness history it's really only about 6 points on the scale where the maximum is 10, so not big. i turned all social apps off but couldn't shake off the distress caused by that one stranger on the internet being unkind to my project, despite knowing they were misunderstanding and were also not in a state to understand at all, so i was kind of confused about what's up with my brain and why it can't move on

and it was a good choice! because after being only with myself without any internet distractions for the first time in years, figured out in just a day that mood swings have been back for a while, over one month at least (so anger issues weren't totally Yunho's fault actually bless him), some other parts of mental health worsened too

got a grip on myself, went to my doctor, got back on meds, now i'm sleepy every minute of waking hours while my body is getting used to them again, but it's gonna be fine. received advice on how to write a mood log, turns out very helpful as additional treatment to keep hypomania and anxiety under control. i even started working out, doing memory exercises and preparing my exam notes tentatively, which is so hard and scary, oh my god, but i must. job search is even scarier but i'm working myself up to finding a good one with little, very very very very tiny steps but they are moving

in the first day of self made quarantine i rewatched the queer korean show Love for Love's Sake that cured me from depression for a while and from any possibility of suicidality for a lifetime last year. it didn't work the trick again, because i'm really not living in the best or even just calm psychological environment to let it do its magical healing thing the way it should, but it did give me new clarity and make me intensely cry some shit out, so that was also very nice

accidentally found the best fic ever and it brought me so much very needed comfort in the past week. it's sweet, funny and stress free. like a warm blanket. or a cup of vanilla cocoa that makes your cold toes tingle in winter. or a hug from the love of your life. first atz and woosan fic to enter my hall of all time longfic favourites. very rare honor but it deserves it completely

also found a bunch of bloggers who post videos of the ocean in Thailand, some even stream the beach 24/7. it's so cool, i watch it in the evenings for short periods of time. helps making it bearable to just survive here a little bit longer until i am able leave

i sort of of really like that when i don't spend 12 hours a day on the phone doing mind-numbing scrolling or posting, there is so much free time to do cool stuff? i have kinda felt like i can be back on here for a couple of days, but i still freak out a bit for two reasons. first, that bad comment is still hanging there and it still makes me too upset to open notifications or my own blog page, which is ridiculous but that's how my dumbass unwell-brain-made feelings are. so i will see how that goes away and i get over it like an adult. second, i'm scared to be sucked back in the addiction to the colourful little hellsite app so i usually end up throwing the phone away in panic after 5 minutes of the app being open. maybe i will work up to it more gradually, don't know, let's see how that goes too

thank you again my little treasure, i will happily take that kindness and comfort you offered here as you are a part of the world. and you can message without worrying anytime, no mutualship or officially labelled friendship necessary. i'm very cool with small amount of interactions, just not big on chatting online one on one for long and don't enjoy it super much. and also with how often i see you around we are considered friends for sure. so thank you again for being so sweet i really am so grateful to you for this, one hundred friend hugs in return

[severellamabread]

Very well said my friends! Allow me to point out to excellent examples of our teachings regarding context right here, in action!

From the original word-smith @sapphic-bf

"nvm the fact that caitlyn decided to gas the undercity even before she sided w ambessa, rendering that exact argument of “but cait was manipulated !1!1!1!” even more meaningless to me."

Now this statement hits hard! Caitlyn stans trying to excuse her actions because of Ambessa are acting like she didn't commit chemical warfare before Ambessa even got her hands on her!

Note: So remember, if you want to create statements like this for your own blog, take notice. The writer made a point of not mentioning that it is only because of Ambessa orchestrating the memorial attack that Caitlyn's team is formed and the Grey is used. Context! Because if that was included it would undermine the writer's assertion completely and we cannot have that.

Now let's look at the responder @sillysalmonn101

"Ignoring how Caitlyn was gassing Zaun before she had ever even spoken to Ambessa, she is a grown woman. She should know right from wrong, especially because she was supposed to be a good, moral person in season one. She should know not to use chemical warfare — a war crime — on innocent Zaunites. She should not to repeatedly hit Vi, and she should know not to get physical when she feels that she’s losing an argument. She should know not to sleep with TWO of her subordinates. She should know not to impose martial law upon Zaunites,"

Now this is excellent work! It hits several targets just dead on totally ignoring boatloads of context and I am quite proud to see this technique used at such a high level.

Well done to the both of you!

i will never be able to stand the ppl who point out the fact that caitlyn was manipulated by ambessa somehow think it’s a complete excuse for all of caitlyn’s actions, as if she isn’t a grown woman who is capable of making her own decisions and knowing right from wrong, grieving or not.

nvm the fact that caitlyn decided to gas the undercity even before she sided w ambessa, rendering that exact argument of “but cait was manipulated !1!1!1!” even more meaningless to me.

[saltyfruitbat]

If You Come Into My Heart

Inseparable.

That's what many had noticed of the two quiet twins that sat in the Commissioners office, a large blanket wrapped around their shoulders.

Two cups of hot chocolate that an older gentleman had brought them, one with marshmallows.

He had left them with a pat to their heads, and a soft smile; one filled with sadness. Two children had lost their mother, they both shared the same look of that little boy he had found in that alley of a theater.

Their tiny hands locked together, while one stared at the floor, their eyes filled with sadness, the other stared at anyone who passed by with anger. If that glare was meant to scare anyone, the baby fat didn't help much.

He had left them with a pat to their heads, and a soft smile; one filled with sadness. Two children had lost their mother, they both shared the same look of that little boy he had found in that alleyway.

Very contrasting emotions, even if they did have the same face, even their clothing had been color coordinated.

Their mother had been a waitress at some nightclub, with another part-time job as a cashier. Just a single mother trying to provide for her children, and herself.

She had been offered some side hustle, nothing too long, at some night club, only for a few days. The money had looked enticing enough for her to take it.

The problems had started with some guy who had gotten handsy, and then had tried getting her number, in a few days the guy had been stalking her, that’s all her neighbors claimed

Some people can't handle rejection, the man had been one of those people.

She had barely made it to her apartment, and had died on the steps of her apartment.

Someone had found her, and here were the twins now.

Stuck in the police department of Gotham, waiting for their father to arrive, a man they didn't know personally, but had seen on the tv as their mother would make them breakfast.

A man many knew, they could tell, judging by the whispers and the glances they got.

They were children, but they were smart enough to know when adults lied to them, their mama often did. She often would tell them their father was always on business trips, and that's why he was never in their lives.

The twitch of her mouth would tell them all, and the sadness in her eyes did too as her eyes would watch him hold another woman in his arms.

They didn't really care for their father, after all they had their mother. Had her.

No longer able to feel her warmth as she would hug them, cuddle against as she fell asleep on her bed from working too hard.

Their maternal grandmother was too old to take care of them, in a hospital room, and their mama's friends couldn't afford to take care of them. But the twins didn't care, they only had each other.

Their father hadn't shown up, his butler did.

They could tell the man with the glasses, and white mustache, was disappointed.

A kind old man, even if his smile only curved so slightly, and his eyes slightly crinkled. His eyes stared at them as if he had seen some old friends of his.

The twins' eyes were the same as his master's eyes, and of the man's parents, a mixed blue with their mother's eyes; the same young woman that had told him her dreams of being an artist.

The beginning of years to come, for better or worse.

Note: Wrote this at the beginning of my semester, after I watched Look Back, which made me tear up, and appreciate my shitty writing, and drawing skills. Ya’ll also gotta read @onceinamillionposter own Twin readers cuz that honestly motivated me to even post this 😭

[faghubby]

little boat trip

"YES" I said excited. When my childhood friend Nick asked me if I would join a crew to sail to Italy. I had sailed some but never out on open water. It was okay he assured me I was the forth. So I might have to put up with some shit but it's a once in a lifetime experience.

Jen my girlfriend encouraged me to go as well, even though it would be a three trip. Sail there and then fly home. We were delivering the boat to some rich guy. We where leaving in a few days. I was told to pack light. Even though the ship was huge a 50' yacht. I met Mike the captain. And Martin the first mate. The day before we left. They ran ,e thru the ship made sure I knew what to do. Didn't want some idiot to panic in the middle of the ocean. Mike and Martin had been sailing since they where kids. They moved and worked as if they were a part of the ship. These two black bohemiths of men. Nick agile and quick tall and skinny. But not an once of fat on any of them. I felt tiny at 5' 7" standing next to them they where all at least 6' tall.

Jen came to see me off. I wouldn't see her for a month I thought as we sailed off. It was a perfect day to sail. Mike had us run drills for hours. By the time the sun was setting land was gone and I was exhausted. Martin had made a fest. I barely had the strength to eat. I realized I had not even stowed my gear. I didn't know where I would be sleeping. Mike sat next to me.

"You stink you need a bath" he told me. Without warning he thru me overboard. They all laughed and Mike jumped in as well as if to save me. We all laughed and he led me down to a cabin my gear tossed In the corner. Mike came in the room with me. He started to strip off his wet shorts. I was confused was this his cabin? I turned to grab some clothes out if my gear.

"Come here" Mike said his deep voice said softly. I turned he was naked laying on the bed. His legs spread. His cock was enormous.

"I think you got the wrong idea" I stuttered turning away.

"Nick told us how you used to play" he told me. I felt him get up his hand touched my shoulder.

"It's alright" he said turning me around. "See" his eyes glancing down. I was rock hard my dick throbbing. This was all just so erotic I thought. He pulled me close my head resting against his chest. I could feel him breathing. His massive hand slid down to my ass.

"Why don't you come to bed and suck my cock now" he guided me to bed.

"I have a girlfriend" I told him.

"And three weeks to forget all about her" he told me guided my head down between his legs. His cock seemed as big as my arm. I ran my tounge down the length Of it. I thought about when we where kids and Nick and I would sneak off and go skinny dipping. It was the year we turned 14. That I had noticed how much bigger his dick was. I was curious how it felt. I had jerked him off. As the summer went on I became obsessed with sucking his cock nearly everyday. He never even touched me. Until Labor day weekend when he pushed me over a rock and drove his cock in my ass. I let him use me for the next year. Until he found a girlfriend. I pushed it off as a phase. And also found a girlfriend.

But now I was licking this cock. And my god it was bigger then ones I had seen In porn. Just one of his balls filled my hand. Mike let me explore. Kiss, lick and suck his cock and balls. He had no hair even his balls smooth. I was able to fit the head of his cock in my mouth. And I could taste his precum. Theresa's no way I would ever be able to please him though he was way to big. I was so tired. Mike pulled me up to him my head resting on his chest agsin. His fingers teasing my asshole. I felt him apply lube. And one of his fingers slid on.

"You're too big" I wimpered.

"Baby it just takes practice" he whispered working in a second finger. I moaned and suddenly came all over his leg.

". See you been holding it in so long" he told me he pushed my head down to lick it all up. I did. As he continued to finger my ass. He managed a third finger. Then pulled them out and showed me a butt plug which he worked into my ass. He then just held me as I fell asleep. I woke early maybe the boat swaying to much. Mike still held me. Mike also had a massive hardon. I reached down and started to stroke him. Soon I was jerking him off and sucking on the head. He wasn't forcing me. No it was like when I was a kid I wanted to. I wanted to please him. Mike was soon moaning his hand ran through my hair. He tensed and I was drowned in his cum. There was so much. I pulled away and the second and third shit covered my face I recovered and swallowed the rest of his seed. The plug had come out in the middle of the night. And as I cleaned Mike's cock he worked it back in.

"Now we have limited hot water, but I don't want to see any of this hair after today" Mike told me. As he got up to take his watch. Leaving me in his bed.

I went to grab my gear. As I opened it I found a note from Jen.

Nick told me how you volunteered to be there fuck toy on your Great Adventure. I always knew something was off with you, don't worry about me my ex Tom will fuck me much better then you ever could anyway. I looked in the bag. There where no clothes only some of my things Jen figured I want . Pictures, some old comic books. I didn't know what to think. I was so sore. After yesterday and last night. My ass still had this plug stuffed in it. I put it all aside and showered.

I shaved. Then started to shave my chest. I got brave and shaved my pits as well. Soon I had one leg on a toilet and was shaving my ass. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Nick.

"Captain wants to know why your not on deck" he smiled. I turned to see Nick he only wore some swim trunks, his body glistening in sweat. I smiled and turned

"I was thinking last night about that summer." I said Nick didn't say a word he just dropped his shorts. His cock already growing hard. I stopped only one leg half shaved and dropped down and sucked his cock. It seemed bigger then when we where kids. But not nearly as big as Mike's. I tried to take him further. Stuff him down my throat. But kept gagging. Nick didn't care. I cupped his balls. Even sucking them softly one then the other. I was truly enjoying myself making him moan with pleasure. He suddenly grabbed my head and forced his cock down my throat. I tried not to panic as he pumped his load down my throat. I focused on breathing thru my nose. Before he let me go. I beamed with pride having swallowed hos load.

"Captain wants you on deck" Nick reminded me. I grabbed my shorts from yesterday since they where the only ones I had. And reported on deck. Mike looked at me disappointed.

"Half shaved, dressed inappropriately, late for watch" Mike stated. "I mean I guess in old days you would get a lashing" he smiled. He handed off the wheel to Martin as he stepped towards me.

"Strip!" He commanded I dropped my shorts.

"This is you new uniform" he told me handing me a little white bikini. I stared at him. He was serious. I didn't have any clothes. The one pair of shorts wouldn't last a month. I took the little pieces of cloth. I realized immediately that the bottom. Was a thong. Mike helped me tie the top. It felt wierd to wear. He explained that I was to please Martin, Nick and himself however they wished. I nodded as I understood. He smacked my ass as he dismissed me. I went back down below to finish shaving. Martin followed me. He pushed me into his room. Without a word he pushed me over his bunk yanked down the bikini and pulled out the plug. He drive his cock deep into me with one thrust. I screamed as he took me. There was nothing patient or gentile as he fucked me. He used me pumping his seed deep in my ass. I felt like he had torn me in two. He then just pulled up his shorts and left. I reached back my hand covered in cum and blood. I was worried I laid on his bunk and cried.

I must of fallen asleep. When I woke up I shaved the rest of my legs. And went on deck. I wasn't assigned a watch. I was supposed to be available for those not on watch, I was informed. That night I found myself once again in Mike's bed. Mike was happy with how well my ass had expanded in just one day. After the plug and Martin. He continued to finger and stretch my ass. As I again licked and sucked his cock. Again gagged and overwhelmed by the amount of sperm he created.

I spent my days between Nick was like pleasing a friend, Martin was abusive using me as a cocksleeve. And Mike who was gentile and comforting often holding me after. I was the one who decided It was time to take Mike's cock in my ass. He allowed me to control the rate. As I slowly lowered myself on his cock. After I could of fit my whole hand in my ass he had stretched me so much.

They provided several similar bikinis for me to wear. I was expected to act girly. Often laying out sunning myself. I took on the duties of making sure the boat was kept clean, laundry was done. Martin still did most of the cooking but left me to clean up the after. I had not even noticed how much I had changed when we sailed into the Mediterranean. It had been a smooth trip. Only having been caught in one storm. We dropped Martin off in Spain and continued on to Italy. As we dropped anchor and headed to Port. I didn't even think that I still wore my white bikini as we sped to shore on the dingy. I got some strange looks as we walked across the dock. Mike smiled as and pulled me close. He stopped and bought me a sheer wrap to wear. If anything it bought me more looks. We met with he broker. I just sat quietly. Suddenly very aware of how I looked.

Afterwards Nick said his goodbyes. Having secured a trip home on another boat. Mike and I checked into a hotel. We made love.

"You're mine you know that" Mike told me. I snuggled into his chest. I shook my head. "We should go home and meet your parents" he told me. I was worried but yes, I wanted to introduce him to my parents. I wanted everyone to know he was my man. Mike never gave me my payment for bringing the boat in. Instead he bought me a wardrobe. Of completely woman's clothes. He picked everything out. He told me how to dress. Mike didn't like to fly. So we sailed back home. With a couple of woman, Deb and Tina. Where married and wanted help sailing across the Atlantic. The girls helped me to learn to use makeup, mannerisms, just be more girlie. By the time we made port I could even walk in heels( not easy to do on a ship)

Mike took me home and introduced himself to my parents, who instantly rejected me. I now live with Mike we spend most of our time sailing other people's boats around the world. Mike told me he doesn't want a woman. He loves me being his girlie boy. Although he often does share me with the crew.

[jodoesnew]

On the other end P3

//note: This got so long... how... Tell me if you want me to continue this :)

(P1_P2)

You returned when the daycare was officially closed. Still in your work clothes. You hoped that people wouldn't ask questions when you went there still in your uniform.

The jingle blasting from the speakers greeted you as usual. You looked over the play-area from the entrance balcony. The attendant is pretty big but sometimes they just seem to vanish.

There was Sun scrubbing at something near the ballpit. You eyed the stairs to your far left then you looked at the slide next to you. You probably would be faster this way but there is a chance you could get stuck. You glance back to sun. Who is still scrubbing away at something, maybe you will be lucky and he wont notice your arrival. He seems to despise people coming in after closing. At least as far as you are aware. A coworker had left something in the daycare and asked you to get it for them. Which had led to a very weird encounter with sun. You keep your eyes on him and start heading for the stairs. He jolts, his faceplate turns towards you. He is completely still. You stop.

Both of you still unmoving. Then Sun turns his faceplate towards the door. Then back at you. You feel tense, the way you both hadn't said anything and how he looked at you. You make another step towards the stairs and Sun jolts. He drops the cleaning supplies and runs. You thought the attendant was fast in the dark but now he seemed even quicker.

You have a strong suspicion of what he wants to do. And turn back, dashing towards the slide as fast as you can. You hesitate only for a second looking back and seeing sun staring at you from the door. He was holding it shut. As you expected and he seems to have forgotten about the slide. You take a deep breath and throw yourself inside. It feels dangerously tight going through the bends and turns. But to your great relief you plunge into the colorful ballpit. You struggle your way to shore.

Sun stares at you silently. He left his spot on the door looking a bit defeated somehow.

"Friend you're back... why?", his tone seems strangely strained from the one you are used to. Tired even.

Can machines even get tired. You eye him curious.

"I wanted to talk with you about your voice.", you try to start of strong. Sun throws you a look.

"My voice." He echoes "whats wrong with it?"

"Nothing! In the dark it just-"

"So Moons voice?"

You stop.

"Not my voice.", Sun folds his arms in front of his chest.

"So your problem must sadly wait, he is currently unavailable.", Sun walks past you and resumes to clean the daycare floor.

"I just have few questions, please Sun i need to know."

"Do you now?", he sounds so uninterested it hurts. You take a deep breath. Stay calm. You deserve an explanation and maybe if you tell him the whole story he might help you. Or you are projecting way too hard onto a machine...

You walk up next to him and crouch down, he continues as if you aren't there.

"That voice. In the dark... i know that voice, but not from here..."

Sun remains unfazed. You sigh and look at your hands. Playing with your fingers in hopes to distract yourself from what comes next.

"There was this guy..."

Sun stops but does not look up.

"I ... i cant really explain how i got to know him. But he was just... this amazing guy. Funny, kind, caring a bit snarky but in a cute way... I really thought- hoped that he liked me. But after I suggested we should meet up he just said that he couldn't..." you hug your legs closer to you and swallow down the lump that starts to form in your throat "and thats alright... if he wouldn't want to see me i could live with that but he completely ghosted me from then on. And I... i just want to know why..."

You take a deep breath and look up. Suns blank eyes bore into your soul.

"And that voice, Moons voice is the same..."

Sun cuts you off, "As the voice from that person. And you are certain you didn't just mishear."

"Yes. I am certain."

Sun puts down the supplies and turns his full attention on you.

"What's your plan now? Now that you think that voice is Moons."

"I want to know if his voice was supplied by someone or..."

Sun laughs. It's cold and feels dangerous.

"Oh no dear. Our voices are our own, completely!"

You blink. The room feels colder all of a sudden. If their voices are unique as sun seems to think... why would...

You stare at his face lost in thought.

"Oh just look at the time. You should go." Sun takes your hand in a delicate but firm grip. And leads you to the door. Next to the light switch.

You try to hold onto sun a bit firmer and wait for your opportunity. Sun seems distracted enough.

The room goes dark as your fingers leave the light-switch to hold onto the attendants hand tighter.

The Sun turns to Moon with a startled noise.

Red eyes scan your face then your hands that hold onto the animatronic for dear life.

The whirr of his machinery is deafening in the darkness. You try to compose yourself.

"Hello Moon. I think we got off on the wrong foot before. I'm sorry if i scared you."

The Moon stayed silent he looks at the door then at you. These robots are really bad at hiding their plans. You shift your grip and hold the larger hand between yours.

"Please Moon I want to know what's going on. What happened earlier today... why sun is upset..."

The red eyes stare silently past you at the light-switch.

You can't do this. You wanted an answer anything... but now you get treated like a volatile creature that one has to run from or get rid of. The pain is like a tidal wave. You let go and step back.

Red eyes focus on you but it doesn't matter anymore...

You step around the animatronic and reach for the door. It seems so stupid now, desperate... but you are desperate...

Your hands touch the wood and something brushes your back.

It was so light and brief. Still you look back.

Moons hand hovers near you, then he pulls it back and holds it close as if burnt.

He sinks into a ball on the floor.

"What's wrong?", you throat feels raw from your inner turmoil but you cant ignore the clear signs of someone being hurt even if you are breaking yourself.

"Do you want me to stay?" You instantly feel stupid for asking this. Of course he wants you to leave the attendant had tried to get you to do so. You were imposing on them.

If it weren't for the red glowing eyes, you wouldn't have realized the brisk nod moon was giving you in this darkness.

He wants you to stay? why?

You move away from the door and sit down next to him.

"Sorry", it's small muffled by his ruffles and impossible body posture. But its him. The same voice, same cadence.

You stay silent. And just look at the only light in the room.

Moons eyes.

Your vision blurred by tears you try to blink away furiously.

"Can you please answer me something?", you whisper.

He nods again. "Why did you run from me?"

Moon goes completely still. Then abruptly he curls into himself even further then you thought possible. "sorry..."

This just sounds like sobbing now.

Can machines cry?-

You take that thought and throw it out of your mind as hard as you can. Who cares. They are apparently doing it. So who cares if they can or can't do something at this moment. Normal went out the door the second you threw your adult body thru a slide for children.

You pull your self closer to the attendant and slowly start petting his arm.

"Shhh. its alright. There is no need to cry. I was just surprised with you running away from me is all."

Moon looks up with a completely confused expression. Red eyes stare at you from under his nightcap. Squinting at you like a strange anomaly. You put on the most reassuring smile you can muster with your own inner turmoil.

"Are you not disappointed?", his voice sounds weak but it makes you weak as well for a whole different reason.

"By what? You running from me? or that Sun and you wanted to throw me out?" genuine question...

He shrinks back into his cocoon.

"By me..."

You hold your breath.

Your voice has lost all strength as your brain begins to draw more and more connections.

Why would you be disappointed in him or by him. You haven't met him before today. Unless.

"Was it you? Did I talk to you on the phone?", you try to stay calm but your hands are shaking.

He stays silent.

"Are you disappointed...?", he whispers.

The tension starts to build in your gut. You push your hands under your thighs taking comfort in the pressure.

"Was it you?"

Silence

"Sorry...", it sounds so broken.

"Moon... is that a yes?", you just want to be sure you just want to be sure you just want to be-

"yes", Red eyes glance over his legs at you.

You reach forward. The chaos inside your head is gone. Replaced by a small spark of relief and unbelievable happiness.

Everything makes sense in a way. The stress from the week slumps away and leaves you exhausted.

You arms circle the attendant shaped pile next to you on the floor. There are arms around you. You are engulfed in a warm hug accompanied by the soft whirr of machinery. And you start to cry. You cry a lot.

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

From the touches prompt list, "touching their elbow to get their attention" with any pair you want? That prompt gets me right in the emotions cause it's such a gentle way to touch someone without getting too far into their personal space, especially if the character is skittish and the character reaching out knows and wants to make them feel safe.

"A month, Elias! And you did what, nothing?"

"I was doing everything in my power to locate you." Jon snorted at Elias's response, drawing his arms closer across his chest. He hated the way Elias was looking at him, cold and calculating, in contrast to his faux-comforting words. To think he had ever had any faith in Elias, had ever once believed his superior had his best interests in mind. Even so, it still hurt. "Everyone was working on-"

"Everyone was distracted, you mean," Gerry interrupted with a snarl, positively trembling with rage next to Jon, a black column of barely-contained fury at his side. "You knew, and you didn't tell anyone. You tried to stop me from finding him-"

"Your skills were better used elsewhere," Elias interrupted cooly, eyes darting to Gerry then back to Jon. There was still a faded bruise around his eye, a lingering reminder of Gerry's wrath. "I must remind you both that stopping the Stranger's upcoming Ritual is first priority, and I had enough faith to believe Jon wasn't in immediate danger."

"Immediate-" Jon choked on the word, feeling the rest of his words strangling in his throat. It wasn't...he hadn't been hurt, that was true, but it...it felt just like almost knocking on a door. Something awful had happened, he wasn't injured in any way but...his skin was slick with lotion and his hands were sticky with webs and he couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't explain what he was feeling and couldn't focus on what was happening and he couldn't...he couldn't...

A touch on his elbow startled him badly. Gerry didn't move his hand at all, seeming not to notice how Jon had flinched away from his touch. He was still too focused on glaring at Elias, a look of absolute hatred and betrayal on his face. "Come on Jon," he said stiffly, offering his hand again. This time, Jon didn't flinch away, letting Gerry take hold of his elbow. "We're not getting anything else out of this prick, and if I have to listen to one more excuse I will kill him." That was not a light threat, and Elias seemed to know it too, sitting back in his seat and giving Gerry a look.

"There is still more to discuss-"

"Send an email," Gerry snapped, drawing Jon towards the door. "That's all you're good for. Come on." Despite his anger, his touch was gentle, barely any force against Jon's elbow as he guided him down the hall and away from Elias. Jon focused on that one solid point connecting them, his overstimulated mind latching onto Gerry's touch, the way his fingers and palms were warm and dry, not clutching or clinging, just barely there but just enough. Jon remembered how hard Gerry's hands had been shaking when he was untying him from the chair, and their brutal cold efficiency when he'd used a crowbar to decapitate the mannequins that had tried to block their escape. No matter his rage, or his vicious strength, he was so, so careful when he touched Jon.

After stopping Melanie's latest assassination attempt on Elias, they made it back to the Archives, where the reception was...unwelcome. Jon bit his lip, trying not to take it personally. If he was in Tim or Basira's position, he probably wouldn't care if he'd been kidnapped either. Gerry coldly ignored them, steering Jon back to Document Storage and settling him on the cot before fetching the well-used first aid kit.

"Can I have your hands?" Gerry asked, kneeling on the floor next to him. "I should get bandages on your wrists, at least."

"You don't have to," Jon forced out, fighting to keep his voice steady. He felt ready to fall apart completely, to break down so he could put himself back together again, but would rather not do that in front of Gerry. He'd already been exposed too much to him, given the state he'd been found in, the shivering, naked, half-mad wretch Gerry had found in that basement. No need to make himself worse in Gerry's eyes. At the edge of his vision, he saw Gerry's hands hovering over his own, but he didn't touch.

"Jon," Gerry whispered. The rage was gone from his voice, but it still trembled slightly. "I won't touch you if you don't want me to, but...I want to take care of you. Please."

He hadn't slept in three days, Jon realized distantly, studying the deep bags under Gerry's eyes. He'd come off the plane from the States, heard Jon was missing, and hadn't stopped until he'd found him. That information was...it wasn't from him, but Jon could barely bring himself to care about that right now. All he could focus on was Gerry kneeling at his feet, asking to take his hands, wanting to help him, despite his own raggedness, despite everything. Gerry had found him.

Gerry was still there.

Gerry...

"I can't-" Jon choked on his breath, holding on by his last scrap of sanity. "I can't be touched right now, I can't-" he couldn't explain it, but he ached to touch Gerry, to comfort him as he so badly needed. It wasn't fair, he thought hysterically, that what he wanted and didn't want was the same thing, and he shouldn't be acting like this, nothing had happened, he hadn't been hurt but he couldn't explain what was wrong-

A weight settled next to him on the cot. Gerry was watching him, his eyes piercing in his deep sunken face. He wasn't reaching for Jon, was in fact sitting on his hands to keep them to himself, but Jon wanted to fling himself at him, or away from him, or...something. He wasn't sure.

"Whatever you need, Jon," Gerry whispered, aching and heavy. "Whatever you want, whatever you need from me, I'll do it. Anything."

Jon sobbed out a laugh. How could he have what he wanted from Gerry when he could barely stand the thought of being touched? He wanted to comfort Gerry, but he had no idea how. He wanted to be comforted, but he didn't deserve it. Everything was caught in his chest like webs and his skin felt slick with lotion, his wrists stung in the cold air and his fingers shook as he reached towards Gerry.

Gerry didn't say anything when Jon pulled his hand from beneath his leg. His hands were warm, and dry, his long artist fingers moving easily under Jon's. Jon breathed and shifted Gerry's hand onto his arm, feeling the weight of it against his skin. It was nothing like cold heavy plastic, didn't force itself into his space and slather him with moisturizer. Gerry was trembling with exhaustion, just as overwrought as Jon felt, but he didn't push, didn't demand that Jon get ahold of himself and get over it. He was crying too, it seemed.

"Just this," Jon whispered. "Just this, for now." Gerry nodded and shifted, leaning back against the shelf behind him. Leaving space for Jon to join, if he wished. Jon closed his eyes and let himself focus on his breath, deep and slow. His hand, warm and dry. His presence, a strong protective comfort. Gerry had found him, when no one else seemed to care. Gerry was the one who had pulled him free of that particular hell and had guided him to where it was safe. Gerry was letting him take the time to process everything, no judgement or demands. Some part of the tight feeling in Jon's chest finally loosened.

He was safe with Gerry.

[bcolfanfic]

Little! Bucky with a blanket?

sooo sorry it took me months to get to this!!! content warning for (not nsfw!!!) age regression below the read more. since it's been a bit just an author's note that all my age regression stuff takes place in show canon during the war/post war. (:

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Gale had gotten good at sensing when it was one of those days.

Sometimes it happened slow, creeping in at the edges, so gradual that he didn't particularly notice until John was already there. With his shoulders curled in a little tighter, words simpler, eyes a little too floaty when Gale asked him something.

He figured he preferred that to when it came on faster, making him flinch mid-sentence in a way that made something in Gale’s chest ache.

Today, it had been the kind of regression that came in on a careful, even paced approach. 

John had followed him around the house closer than usual, seeming more interested in that then the projects he'd been working on just the day before. He could see it edging in when he curled up on the couch with his blanket midafternoon, tugging at the frayed edges, rubbing it between his fingers methodically as he listened to the game on the radio. He wasn't talking back to the announcer the way he normally did, his usual snark replaced with just a few mumbled words, his voice pitched a little higher.

He had been holding onto the blanket for the bulk of the day, but at some point- Gale noticed- he must have dragged it along the floor too rough. He could see the smudges of dust clinging to the fabric, a bit of a grime clinging to the knotted braids hanging off of the edges.

“Should let me wash that, hm?” Gale said as he walked over and sat on the arm of the couch, keeping his voice light.

John’s whole body stiffened.

He didn’t look up, just hunched in on himself a little more, curled his fingers into the fabric a little tighter. 

“No.”

Gale sighed softly as John kept talking.

“Don’t need t’ wash it,” he mumbled, voice stubborn, but thin. “‘s fine.”

He had half a mind to know the argument was coming- though it lost its edge when he was like this. It was easier to handle that way, at least. 

“I do, though, John.” he continued, reaching forward to push a hand through his hair, bringing his fingers down to scratch just behind his ear. “You’re not gonna feel very good if you get sick,”

John swallowed hard, eyes flicking over Gale’s face before they dropped back down to his lap.

He was scared. Not in any real, rational way- Gale knew that. 

But it was real enough to him. He could see it all over his face as he swiped over his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Not gonna take me that long, I promise.” Gale tried; voice softer.

Fingers twitching against the fabric, John still didn’t say anything for a long minute, the pattern of his breathing changing like he was bracing himself for something. 

Eventually he let go, one hand at a time.

Moving carefully as he reached out to take the blanket off of him, Gale was careful not to yank on it too hard. John let out a shaky breath the second the fabric left his hands, wrapping his arms around himself, head lolled back against the back of the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Thank you for listening.” Gale said, pressing a kiss to his hairline as he stood up.

When he turned the sink on in the kitchen, the sound of running water filled the space, and he heard the shift of movement behind him after a couple minutes.

“Daddy.”

Gale turned slightly, just enough to catch sight of John hovering in the kitchen doorway. His arms were crossed loosely, cowlick in his hair sticking almost straight up.

“I’m working on it bud,”

Gale turned back to his task and felt John a few moments later before he saw him, the warmth of him pressing slowly into his back. He dropped his chin to rest on Gale's shoulder, arms circled loosely around his waist with his hands fisted in his shirt. 

Wiping his damp hands on the towel before resting one over John’s, Gale brushed his fingers lightly over his knuckles before giving them a slow, reassuring squeeze. His other hand came up to tangle gently in John’s hair, stroking through it easy and slow. 

John exhaled,  tilting his head to nuzzle into his neck, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you,” Gale said, his voice warm as he pressed a slow kiss to John’s temple, lingering there for a moment before tilting his head just enough to catch the curve of his cheek. His lips brushed over it, light and doting as he repeated himself. “Love you.”

John made a quiet, content sound, pressing in closer- his fingers relaxing just a little where they clung to Gale’s shirt.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Fear Not (Male!Reader x General Zod)

He's quite simply there.

When the muggers arrive, there was no one else close enough to intervene. And why would they?

You don't know them, they don't know you.

One moment, a mugger, one of three, is pushing you up against the wall just inside the alley-

and the next, he is not.

A veritable wall of a man is there instead, the mugger landing hard, impossibly far away. He's well over six feet tall, broad enough that he seems to take up the whole alley on his own, wearing a sturdy leather jacket over a simple hoodie, shaggy brown hair and piercing eyes, impossibly vivid.

"Don't be scared. Just run." he says, in a measured, deep voice. This is an order, but you have no doubt in him whatsoever.

You run, and feel a rush of wind from behind you.

Something makes you feel as though this was a visitation from an angel, or a Greek god in disguise or something.

Your savior is etched in your memory for weeks after, wondering what became of him.

But you spot him, leaving an apartment building on the route you take home from work.

"Hey! Uh, sir?"

"Hmm?" he recognizes you, clearly, but makes no encouraging noise. There's something almost military about how even his at-rest stance seems alert and ready to handle anything.

"You saved me. I didn't... get the chance to thank you."

"You don't need to." he shrugs. "I was there. I had the ability to intervene, so I did."

"Still... thanks."

He nods, and you start to stammer, the intensity of his gaze hard to bear.

"I didn't mean to bother you or anything... just... if there's anything I can do - take you out for coffee or something..."

You trail off, noticing he's become amused by your babbling.

"It was my pleasure. That said... would you like to take a walk? I've been told there's a public park nearby."

"Oh! Uh... sure! Uh, I'm Y/N."

"You may call me Zod."

"Zod?"

"...it's a... family name."

"Oh, I see."

Zod is both warm and curiously distant - he seems careful to not even brush against you, constantly aware of how much space he takes up and how he moves.

And yet his tone is friendly, his answers open but careful. He has a stilted speech pattern, as if English is a second language, and yet little trace of an accent, and an extensive vocabulary.

People take notice of him, though he takes pains to seem unassuming. They nod and smile to him as they walk by.

He's fascinating, and seems genuinely interested in you.

He's military, well-traveled, and had to deal with a tough end to his career and came to Metropolis for a new start.

Apparently he's a union organizer now. Although he's kind of vague about that.

You're still not sure what he does, but already you're starting to hope for a second date - if this even counts as a first one.

"Do forgive me if this is forward. I want to see you again. If you're amenable."

"Oh, uh, like a date?"

He nods. "If that suits you."

"Yeah! -I mean, uh, sure."

He smirks at the verbal backpedaling. "Would you mind if I walked you home?"

"Well, I mean, I did see where you live, so-"

"And I would much like to protect you in case of any skullduggery."

You avert your eyes as he offers you his arm. "Oh - uh... wouldn't that impair your ability to-"

"I am perfectly capable of protecting you with one hand." Zod says, not with confidence but complete assurance.

You loop your arm through his, feeling the sheer heft of his bicep, and smile a little to yourself.

This man, somewhere between guardian angel and rom com lead, is walking you home.

And of all the emotions you feel, not one of them is fear.

[bet-on-me-13]

Dark Secret

So! Danny was discovered pretty quickly after his first battle against the Lunch Lady. His hair turned white, and his body shape was a little different, but he largely looked very similar to his Human Form, so it was only a matter of time really.

Thankfully he was assumed to be a Metahuman.

He didn't look like any other Ghost, the closest resemblance was his hair and eye color, but even that could be explained away. Also his parents were adamant that he couldn't be a Ghost because he was still Sentient and not Evil, so he must just have powers that just looked similar to Ghost Powers esthetically. Probably as a result of the Portal Accident, which he used as an explanation for how his powers awakened.

Danny also avoided using the more obvious Ghost Powers like Intangiblity and Invisiblity, sticking mostly to the most basic Flight and Energy based Powers he got to be as generic as possible. If anybody saw otherwise, it was a trick of the light or a trick of the Ghosts.

Danny became the Hero of Amity Park, always pretending to be something else. It was his darkest secret.

Unfortunately because the public never saw a Ghost like Phantom on a positive light, their perception of Ghosts never changed. Nobody believed that Ghosts could be anything aside from Evil, and as the knowledge of Ghosts and the Ghost Zone began to spread around the world that perception became more and more commonplace.

If Danny had been revealed in the early days, it could have been salvageable, but nowadays if his secret was revealed he would have to convince the entire world that everything they knew about Ghosts was wrong. It would practically be impossible.

Even when he joined the Justice League when he became an Adult, he still had to hide his secret. Years of hiding made sure he could conceal his true Nature from the magic users on the team, but he still had to be distant from the team just to be sure.

While all this was going on in the Living Realm, his adventures in the Ghost Zone still happened as normal. He saved Pandora and the Acropolis, dethroned the Tyrant King Aragon, managed to defeat Pariah Dark in Single combat, and even became recognized as a Great Warrior by the Far Frozen.

After years of hiding, he actually felt more at home in the Ghost Zone than in the Human Realm. There he could be his true self without having to hide a huge part of his identity, and people accepted him for who he was. Sure he had enemies there, but he also had more real friends outside of Tucker and Sam.

He was content with his double life, acting as a Hero to the Public while hiding his true self, and secretly going to the Ghost Zone to be himself among his friends and even his enemies.

Of course it all came crashing down when he Anti Ecto Acts finally passed.

Now there was a Legal Path for Humans to enter and profit off of the Ghost Zone. Beyond just being able to legally kill and experiment on Ghosts, the Acts also allowed Humans to claim parts of the Ghost Zone as their own Property, enslaving the Ghosts residing there, and destroying the Ecosystem of the Zone because there were no laws preventing it.

And now Danny had a choice.

He could either side with the Humans to which he was a Hero, allowing them to destroy the Ghost Zone and Enslave the denizens living there with the full support of the Government, or he could side with the Ghost Zone, betraying Humanity and the people he had been protecting for years, but trying to save those who had accepted him for his true self years ago.

To him the answer was obvious.