#act three is gonna be wild i can already tell you that much

[valleynix]

i have plans with Lunatic >:3

(spoilers have been marked out of your convenience and sanity 🫶)

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite- 16

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter warnings: Fem/Afab reader, kinda smut, kissing, bathing together, cursing, crying, pet names, fluff. Really not much for this chapter but lemme know if i missed anything important.

WC: 6.2k

Not gonna lie, this is kind of a filler chapter. But I hope yall enjoy nonetheless :)

The rumbling that escaped out of Jeongins chest as he pumped you full would have been off putting to anyone around. They would have found the emittance to be dangerous- vicious almost- and possessive, with how deep and gravely the growl was as he bit into the tender flesh of your shoulder for the second time today. Having spent nearly three days with the young Alpha you knew well enough by now that he was nearing control over himself once again as he finished inside of you, the growl more of a warning he had cum. 

He let your used and bruised body slump into the sheet below you, your arms acting as a pillow under your head. Jeongin draped himself over you, pressing you further into the bed. His knot was still locked tightly inside of you and with each movement from him it rubbed against the sore walls of your core. 

The alpha laid wet kisses along your spine after he licked away the blood from his final claim on you. In total over his rut he had bitten into you eight times, in varying places all over your body. You could imagine you looked like you were mauled by a wild animal, though that wouldn’t be far from the reality. 

“I think it’s finally over, baby.” Jeongin breathed into your ear from above. He had a lightness in his voice you hadn’t heard since before his rut started. “I feel the effects lifting from me as if I can breathe again.”

“M’ so glad, Innie.” You murmured, the pure exhaustion you felt was coming through you clearly. “Now you can be comfortable again.” 

He cooed at you, “Oh omega, you sweet baby. I’m more happy for you. You have been so so good to me the last few days, taking everything I gave you with no complaints, letting me take whatever I needed from your precious body.”  He nuzzled into your neck and hair as he felt his knot begin to deflate. You both grunted as he slowly pulled out of you. His copious amount of cum was seeping out of you and onto the already soiled bed. With how much cum, blood, and sweat was covering it Jeongin knew it would be better to just toss it out at this point. “I can’t express how much it means to me- how much you mean to me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and to our family.” 

You knew it was his post nut clarity that was making him sappy, but you couldn’t stop the sniffles that left you. “Innie… I feel the same way about you and everyone in this pack. You’re my family now and I love you guys.” You strained your neck over to kiss him and he returned the gesture. 

“Even Minho?” He teased, giggling when you rolled your eyes. 

“Hmpf.” You felt your cheeks heat, “Yes, even Minho” You threw a finger at his face menacingly “But don’t you dare say anything!” 

He laughed harder and pulled you closer, kissing your nose. “My lips are sealed. Buuuut, I’m not so sure about the gremlin who's listening outside the door as we speak.” He raised his voice slightly for the last part of his sentence . “You’re not slick, you Pabo! I could smell you from down the hall!”

Your mouth was agape when you heard a shriek- that sounded suspiciously like Jisung- coming from the other side of the door and then the scuff of scurrying feet. “I didn’t even know he was there!” 

Jeongin hauled himself off the bed with a hearty laugh, “He’s been doing that since day one. He comes around periodically, most likely to check on you to make sure I hadn’t eaten you alive. The whole pack does it. You seriously couldn’t tell?” 

You shook your head as you slowly arose from your laid position, wincing when you felt the throb between your legs. “Uh uh, I didn’t notice at all.” 

“I guess I did have you a little… preoccupied.” He had a smirk on his face as if he was proud of himself. “My senses were in overdrive so it made it easier to smell and hear them. My alpha instincts were on a constant high alert.” 

You nodded, “That makes sense. I felt similarly when I was in heat.” You could still feel the pooling liquid seeping out of you, the now coolness of it was making you grimace. “Since your rut is ending, do you think we could please go take a bath? The last few rounds have left me kinda.. Sticky.” 

“Oh yeah!” He slipped off the bed and found a pair of shorts somewhere amongst the wreckage of his room. He put them on and returned back to your side. “Come on, baby. Lemme carry you.” You lifted your weak arms up to him as he bent to scoop you into his hold and you wrapped them around his neck. 

He walked out of his room freely for the first time in a few days. All the other times you had to make sure the coast was clear and that no other pack members were on the same floor. Innies possessiveness and alpha aggression when he was in a rut was on another level so the young alpha generally tried to avoid leaving the room during that time anyways. Thankfully it was not the same for you. During his moments of rest and clarity you had been able to exit the room for bathroom breaks and food. The pack members always greeted you with gentle kisses as they assessed you and you had to assure them you were ok. Innie was particularly rough in his fucking of you after you came back, though; the scent of the other boys on your skin driving him crazy. 

“Wait! Should I put something on? I’m still naked..” You trailed off, biting your lip. 

Jeongin chuckled, “It’s nothing most of them haven’t seen before at this point, baby. Plus we’ll get you some clean pjs after you're all cleaned up.” 

Jeongin carried you into the bathroom and set you on the counter while he went to start heating the water and filling the tub. You watched as he found a few different bottles of bubble bath, and giggled quietly when he opened each one and smelled it before he decided on one he deemed acceptable.

While the tub filled you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t seen your reflection since this morning so you were anticipating seeing the new marks that had been left. You gasped lightly when your eyes found all the dark marks and bites left on your body. Innie really did a number on you, he was unable to control many of his urges when it came to claiming your body. You poked and prodded at a particularly deep bite wound on the side of your left breast. 

‘That's gonna be sore for weeks.’ You thought as you poked. 

“I think that one is my favorite.” Jeongins voice startled you as he rested his head on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the glass. He had a cheekiness in his tone. “Was my favorite place to bite you. So soft and tender.” He sighed wistfully, as if remembering the moment. 

“Yeah, tender enough that it’s going to take forever to heal.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him. 

He snorted, pulling back. “You’re one to talk. Look at this monster you gave me!” He tilted his head to show you his neck that he had asked you to bite into the previous day. His skin was marred and dark red, showing just how deep your teeth had buried into his flesh. “Stings like a bitch now. But it’s ok, I kinda like it.” He grinned and gave you a clumsy wink.  

You laughed and shoved him playfully, “Ok mister masochist, help me into the tub please.” He obliged your request and hauled you into his arms once more before he lowered you into the heated water. Your head fell back with a deep sigh as you relaxed into the tub. He has chosen a lavender scented soap that was divine. Innie stepped in and settled himself directly behind you. He then leaned your back against his chest, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Mm this is nice.” 

He hummed in return, leaning over to grab a washcloth. He dipped the cloth into the water then pulled it up, giving it a squeeze to release the water inside. The alpha lovingly ran the cloth over your neck and shoulders, wiping away the remaining blood and saliva. Then once your top half was wiped clean he brought the cloth back down into the heated water, then gently to your core. Your breath hitched when he made contact with your folds. “Shhh baby, I know it hurts. Lemme clean you up, ok?” He whispered reassuringly in your ear. 

You let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding, trying not to close your legs to keep him from touching you where you were most sensitive right now. He continued his slow and delicate ministrations while peppering kisses on your cheeks every time you let out a pained whimper. Eventually he finished his task, throwing the cloth onto the edge of the tub. Then he just let you rest in the still hot water.  

Sitting there in the tub was peaceful. Neither of you were talking anymore given how the fatigue was catching up to you both. It was nearing nightfall already, you could tell it was late evening by the setting sun casting in the small window. The lavender fragrance of the bath soap combined with the heat of the water was easing the tension in both of you. 

“Ya know, I haven’t had a bath in years.” Innie's voice startled you lightly, just as your eyes were about to droop. He laughed quietly when you jumped. “Sorry, baby. Just reminiscing, don't mind me.”

“Why haven’t you had a bath in so long? Do you not like them?” You asked, keeping yourself awake now. 

“I’ve never been a huge fan of sitting in hot water. Maybe my blood just runs hot. I also think it’s kinda boring. Just doing nothing in a tub. But right now I can honestly say I’m loving being here with you. I’m feeling very relaxed, and happy that I get to be with you.” He had a blush on his cheeks. 

“Aww Innie. You really are such a sweet boy.” Your heart swelled and you beamed at him. “ We can take baths together anytime you want.” You leaned up to kiss his jaw. 

“I’ll be taking you up on that offer, don’t you worry.” He kissed you back. 

“Can I cash in that offer too, baby?” 

You both looked up at the door being cracked open just slightly and a pouty face appearing, looking at you with hopeful eyes. 

“Hyunjin, what the fuck are you doing in here? Get out!” Jeongin groaned, annoyed now by the new presence. 

“No! It’s not fair! You’ve hogged her for days! I missed my baby!” The beta whined, his pout growing even bigger. “Plus you left the door unlocked so really this is your fault.” 

Jeongin scoffed, “You still got to see her everyday, your stink was all over her every time she came back to my room. And what about me?! Didn’t you miss me?!” He pulled you closer to his body, making the water slosh off the side of the tub.

“Of course I missed you, Innie. We all did.” Hyunjin replied with an eye roll. “But I’m not mated with you now am I? No, I’m claimed by my baby and now it’s my turn with her.” He skulked closer into the bathroom and grabbed the towel that was left on the counter. “So give her here.” He looked at the alpha expectantly as he held out his arms for you. 

Jeongin grumbled a whine, “Hyunnng you’re being so mean to me.” Still, he scooted you forward slightly so Hyunjin could grab you. Jeongin gave you a final kiss, “ I love you, I’ll see you in a while, baby.” He whispered to you before he handed you over to the beta. 

“Love you Innie.” You replied then let Hyunjin pull you from the tub and into his arms, where he promptly wrapped you in the big fluffy towel and whisked you out of the bathroom. 

Once you were out of the bathroom Hyunjin nuzzled into you with a purr as he carried you to your room. “Mm I missed you so much baby.” 

You giggled, his hair tickling your neck. “Missed you too Jinnie.” 

He set you gently on your bed as he ran the towel over your form, being mindful of the fresh bites and bruises. He bristled when you winced, “Sorry, love. Innie sure did a number on you, huh?” 

You gave a weak chuckle, “Yeah, he got a little rowdy. He always apologized afterwards so I don’t mind.” 

Hyunjin went into your wardrobe after he wiped you down and pulled out some pjs for you. He helped you dress even when you insisted on being able to do it yourself. “I wanna take care of you, baby. Let me help you.” You couldn’t deny him when he pouted like that, batting his eyelashes at you. 

He had put you in a tank top and panties, then he turned away to get you out some pj pants. That small distraction was all that was needed for the peeping tom at the door to spring in. Hyunjin screamed in surprise as Jisung swung the door open with a lightning quickness and launched for where you were seated on your bed. You yelped a laugh when he scooped you into his embrace. “Ahh Jisung! What are you doing?!” 

“Hi baby.” He grinned as he stood up now with you in his arms. He smooched you on the lips.He gave Hyunjin a glance “Sorry, gotta blast!” Then he sprinted out of the room, holding you.

“No! Jisung you asshole, I was having my time with her!” Hyunjin screeched as he chased the younger beta. Jisung was running down the hall towards the stairs cackling loudly. You were holding on for dear life, a nervous grin on your face. “Stop! I’m serious! It’s not fair!” 

“It’s my turn now! You had yours, I missed her too!” 

“I had a whole 6 minutes with her!” 

“Sucks to suck!”  Jisung had gotten down the stairs and had barely made it around the corner when he ran into another figure. Jisung nearly fell backwards at the impact. He ended up backing up into Hyunjin who had been right on his tail. 

Amidst the whole debacle, it was Changbin who grabbed you from Jisungs falling form. Jisung had run into him when he was coming to see what the commotion was. “What a pleasant surprise.” The alpha grinned. “Nice to see you, baby.” 

You giggled, letting him take you. “Hi Binnie.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Changbin! Give her back, it's my turn.” Jisung whined like a child when he was able to set himself upright again. 

Hyunjin pushed him with a scoff, folding his arms. “You stole her from me, asshat. It’s my turn.” 

“Sucks to suck, right guys?” Changbin snickered, then turned and walked down the hall. 

“Boys I’m not a toy! There are no turns.” You protested from your place in Chanbins arms. Your pout was light; you couldn’t be mad at any of them for this game of toss around. You had missed them all so much, even though you saw them all briefly during the last few days. 

“Of course you're not a toy, baby. These young boys need to learn some manners when it comes to a beautiful woman.” Changbin threw a playfully dirty look behind him at the betas who trailed behind. 

“Are you gonna be the one to teach them, Binnie?” You teased, nuzzling into him. 

He flexed with you still in his hold, boasting of his strength. “Who better than a strong alpha like myself?” You laughed into his neck. “Take notes, boys.” 

Changbin carried you all the way through the house and out the back door onto the back patio. The outside string lights were on, illuminating the patio as the sun continued to fall further from view and the night settled in.  The grill was on and there were various plates of vegetables scattered around the table next to it. The air was hot and mildly humid. Summer was definitely here now.

 Leaning on the banister next to the grill was Chan and Minho. Chan's face lit up at the sight of you coming out the door. Minho couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips when he saw you, his delight peaking through. 

“There's my love. Was wondering when you would come down and join us.” Chan approached you and Changbin as the latter plopped down on the outdoor sofa with you in his lap. Chan cupped your cheek and leaned in close to you, rubbing noses with you. He gave you a gentle kiss with a smile. Changbin huffed in mild jealousy, pulling you even closer. “Oh come on Bin, our girl deserves all the love we can give. Why be stingy, hm?” Chan hummed with a laugh as he pulled back.

“Exactly!” Jisung came crashing down onto the furniture beside you on the right, grabbing onto your arm attempting to pull you away. “You read my mind, oh wonderful leader.” 

Hyunjin was the next to speak up. “ You literally stole her from me! If anyone is stingy it’s you Ji!” He stomped his foot petulantly before coming over and sitting on the left side and grabbing one of your legs.

All this tugging was starting to make your wounds hurt, so you tentatively and quietly tried to interject, “Umm guys, can you please be easy on m-”  

“Jinnie, you went and took her right from Jeongin! Don’t act all high and mighty, I see through that shit!” Jisung cut you off, seemingly unable to hear your timid voice. He pulled on your arm a little harder. 

Changbin squeezed you to keep you in his hold, making you wince. “ You guys are children.” He rolled his eyes. 

Hyunjin scoffed, his grip accidentally digging into one of your darker bruises. “ You’re one to talk, you ripped her right from Ji.” 

“I saved her from you idiots!” 

You felt your eyes start to water from the pain and from being ignored. You felt too timid to interrupt them again so you just took it. Though, you didn’t have too for long. 

A deep growl halted all the boys in their actions. All of you swiveled your eyes to Chan who still stood a few feet away, now with a menacing look on his face. His eyes were narrowed at the three boys who held you captive. “That is enough from you three. Can’t you see your fucking hurting her?” He stalked closer and reached down for you. 

Immediately they all let go of you. Changbin spoke up, “ I’m so sorry baby, we should have been gentler on you.” 

“Especially since you just got done with Innie. I forgot about your wounds baby I’m sorry. Hyunjin apologized sheepishly. 

Jisungs lip wobbled as tears welled up in his own eyes. “M sorry, please don’t hate me.” 

“It’s ok, I’m not mad. And I could never hate you, Ji.” You wiped your tears once Chan had you secured in his arms. He still had a pissed off crease to his brows. You brought your thumb up to smooth over his brows, smiling when he kissed your palm. He carried you to the picnic table they had set up, placing you down on the bench. He straddled the bench and had you lean against him. 

“Mm much better, huh omega?” He hummed, kissing your head and holding you close. 

“Yes alpha.” You relaxed against him. You could hear his heartbeat from where you rested. It was calming. “ I’m gettin tired, Channie.” 

He chuckled, “I would be surprised if you weren’t tired, my love. You have been kept very busy lately. You gotta stay up for a while though, dinner is almost ready. The pack has been excited to share a meal together as a whole again.” You nodded, trying to keep yourself awake. 

Looking around you noticed how much food had already been laid out. There was a pile of kabobs, fresh veggies and a plate with some chicken. You looked up as Minho brought another plate full of done food and set it on the table in front of you. 

He gave you a teasing smile, “Hi baby. Welcome back.” 

You couldn’t hide your grin, reaching a cautious hand out to him, unsure if he would grab it. “Hi Min. Glad to be back.” Thankfully, he did. He held on to your hand for a second, running his thumb along the skin of your knuckles. Then he brought those same knuckles up to his lips, placing a kiss there. It was so soft you almost didn’t feel it. It only lasted a moment though, before he let you go and returned back to the grill.  

You let your hand drop with a sigh. Sometimes you wondered where you stood with Minho. One moment it seemed like he hated you, the next it was like he cared for you. Almost as if you were lovers. The back and forth from him was giving you whiplash to say the least. Chan was behind you, running his lithe fingers along your exposed thighs. “Hey now, no more thinking for tonight. Just relax, omega. I got you, Alphas got you.” 

You nodded and were going to reply when you were distracted by the sliding door flinging open. Felix stepped out holding a plate, Seungmin was right behind him also holding a big plate. “Ok this is the last of it!” Felixs eyes found yours quickly and he shoved the plate he held at Minho, who cursed him out for almost dropping it. He scurried over to you quickly, kneeling down to be beside you. “Y/n, baby. Are you ok?” He looked deep into your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“Mhmm, I’m fine Felix. Just really sleepy.” You shrugged sleepily, giving him a kiss. 

Seungmin sat down in front of you with a snicker. “Oh I bet you're really exhausted after what Innie did to you, huh baby? If the sounds that came outta his room was any indication.” He deepened the pitch of his tone, “ ‘Oh omega I’m gonna ruin you, I’m gonna breed you and make you mine.’” He imitated the youngest pack member, adding in fake growls. 

“Seungmin!” You pushed him away as he laughed, “Don’t be vulgar.” 

He leaned in real close with a smirk, “I thought you liked it when I talked dirty to you, puppy.” 

You stuttered, turning your face away from all the boys. “Well… I- um..” You felt your face heat up as you tried to come up with a witty response but fell on none. “ Well you're a jerk so, blah.” 

You felt Chan laugh from behind you, clearly he was amused at your turmoil. “You’re so cute, omega. So feisty.” 

“Don’t you start making fun of me too!” You craned your neck back to see him biting his lip to hold back his chuckles. “You’re supposed to be on my side!” 

He held one hand up in defense, “ I am on your side, baby. But I also know he’s telling the truth, so why fight it.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms but wincing when you accidentally brushed against the deep bite on your breast. Felix was the one to notice your discomfort. “What’s wrong? Are you hurting?” 

You rubbed the spot that was sore, “It’s nothing, just a leftover battle wound from helping Innie.” 

Seungmin was still sat in front of you and he had zero hesitation before he reached for the bottom of your shirt and yanked it up to expose your chest to him. 

You gasped, trying to pull it back down, “Minnie! What the fuck?!” 

He smacked your hand away as he tried to locate the area that was bothering you. “Oh stop, we’ve seen you naked before there's no sense in being shy. Let me see what’s bothering you.” 

Chan soothed you by pumping out calming pheromones and rubbing your back. He wanted to see the damage himself anyways. 

You slowly felt yourself calm down, giving in to the boys around you and dropping your arms. “Thata girl.” Your alpha praised you with a kiss on the back of your head. You had calmed down so much in fact that you hadn’t even noticed your outburst has caused every member present to stare at the scene unfolding, each of them eyeing your now exposed breasts. Chan continued to pour praises and sweet words into your ears as the beta in front of you got to work inspecting.

Seungmin held your shirt up with one hand, while the other was prodding around at your fresh bites and marks. His gaze was searing into you in a scrutinizing way, as if he was meticulously counting each and every tooth mark and finger print that lingered on your body. He clicked his tongue when he saw just how deep some of these bites went, “Jesus, pup. You got fucked up didn’t you? Poor thing.” He had a sympathetic tone to his voice.

When his nails accidentally dug into the wound on your breast you winced and squirmed. Felix - who was still beside you- ran his hands comfortingly along your exposed thighs. “You’re ok, lovely.” He reassured you the best he could, but if he was being honest with himself; seeing you sitting here almost naked, just in your frilly pink panties, was making him drool. He risked a glance over at the other boys and could see the same thing for them. 

Jisung and Changbin both had their hands in their lap, as if trying to conceal their erections. Hyunjin had a proud smirk on his face (he had picked her panties out, afterall) as he bit his lip. The only one not ogling the omega was Minho, who had his back turned to the scene but Felix could see the tight grip the elder beta kept on the spatula. 

Chan and Seungmin had total concentration on your body, both looking you over for the particularly painful ones. Everyone was so invested in you that no one heard the door slide open again until the youngest alphas' voice startled them. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Jeongin had stepped out to join the pack, his hair was still wet from the bath and he was barefoot. “Is this some kind of weird orgy?” 

Seungmin let your shirt fall back onto your torso with a scoff, “You wish, you sick pervert. We were examining all the marks you left on her.” 

Jeongin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Ha uhh yeah, I got a little carried away.” He came to your side, pushing Felix out of the way. The beta responded with a quick ‘Watch it, asshole!’ before he moved out of the way and went to sit at the table. Jeongin crouched down beside you and took your hand, “How are you feeling, baby? Still feelin sore?” 

You nodded, “Uh huh. ’m also really worn out. I need a nap.” 

Chan cooed at you from behind you, “My poor girl, you have to eat a full meal first. We gotta get you to heal up.” 

“Good thing it’s all ready now then.” Minho brought the last big platter of grilled meats and veggies to the table. He set a plate down in front of you and began to serve you your food first. He gave you a little of everything. “Here you go, be careful it's hot.” 

“Thank you Min.” You grinned appreciatively. He nodded in return, setting a lemonade down in front of you as well. 

“Come and get your food, ya filthy animals.” Minho called to the other pack mates who weren’t yet around the table. For that comment he received a few middle fingers (that he just laughed off evilly). 

After everyone was sat and served, it really dawned on you how much you enjoyed this life. The teasing and comradery was something that was still taking you some time to get used to, but it felt more like home each and everyday. While you ate Chan kept one arm around your back, keeping you close to him while he ate with the other hand. Seungmin was to your left, keeping his hand on your thigh under the table. Changbin was seated across from you playing footsie with you under the table. 

It seemed they all had their own ways of wanting to be close to you. The realization made a wide grin appear on your face. 

“What's got you so happy over there, sweet girl?” Felix brought you down out of your own little world. 

“Nothing,” You replied, crinkling your eyes at him. “Just thinking about how happy I am here with you all and how much I love you. ” 

The silence after your statement was deafening. There was a beat where no one said anything, and for a split second you felt your heart drop into your stomach. A creeping feeling of doubt began to wash over you, but it was quickly erased by the  loud chorus of “AWWWWW”s that flooded out of each boy. Suddenly you were swarmed by the pack, ending up in the middle of a huge pile of man. The sudden overwhelm of all their scents was beginning to make you dizzy. 

“You’re so cute, omega.” Chan had a cheekiness to his tone as he giggled in your ear from behind. 

You felt a wetness falling onto your chest, the drops seeping in through the shirt you wore. And then you heard the sniffles. “Ji… Please don’t cry. You’re gonna make me start crying.” You could already sense the tears welling up on your lash line, threatening to fall at any moment. 

“I can’t help it.” He wailed, burying himself into your shirt even further. “You make me- us- so happy, baby. Plus it’s not just me crying! Look at Lix and Hyun, they're crying too!” 

Now that he mentioned it you could faintly hear the little hiccups and sniffs from beside you. 

“Don't bring us up when you know we’re emotional, you dick head!” Hyunjin shrieked, pulling Jisung away so he could now hold you closer. 

“Alright guys, let’s get off of our baby. She’s still sore, ya know.” Chan was casual with his demand, being the first to pull back from you. 

“Yeah thanks to Jeongin.” Seungmin snickered and eyed the youngest Alpha. 

Jeongin cast his gaze down quickly, riddled with sudden nerves, then looked back at you with an apologetic crinkle of his eyes. “Sorry again, omega.” 

You reached your hand out to him to take, “Innie you don’t need to apologize to me anymore, or at all. I took care of you like a good omega does for her alpha. Plus, I had a lot of fun with you. You made me feel… really good.  ” You beamed at him to show you meant every word. 

He grabbed your hand, ignoring the hollering that erupted from the rest of the teasing pack. He sent you a wink before he leaned in to give you a peck on the lips. 

“Our little boy is a man now!” Changbin laughed loudly as he gave Innie a hard pat on the back. 

“Hyung, I’ve always been a man. At least more of a man than you.” Jeongin dodged the smack that was sent his way from Changbin, cackling with amusement at the elder alpha’s displeased huff. 

“You wish you were half as man as I am!” Changbin tried to puff out his chest to give a more dominant display, but all it did was make everyone laugh louder. 

“And you wish you were half the man that Channie Hyung is.” Felix added to the banter, looking to get a rise out of Bin. 

Changbins chest deflated as he pondered the statement. Then he shrugged in agreement, “Yeah pretty much.” 

“Ok ok, If we’re done eating we should clean this up. All this food left out will attract bugs.” Chan stood from his place, grabbing both his and your plates in his hands. He smooched your cheek as he stood, “sit tight love.” 

“I want to help!” You protested, eager to help the pack with even the simplest tasks. 

“You are helping. You’re sitting there looking pretty for us.” Minho patted your head as he passed you, carrying a large platter back into the house. 

You felt your cheeks heat up, turning away from him so he didn’t see the pleased look on your face. 

It was a few minutes later that the whole table was cleared and cleaned up. Chan came back for you and held out his arms for you. You lifted yours so he could grab you into his hold. “Let’s get you to bed, omega. I know how tired you must be especially now that you’d have a full meal.” 

Now that he mentions it you were starting to feel that fatigue from earlier. You covered your yawn with your hand, then nodded in agreement. “Yeah I think I’m ready for bed, Alpha.” 

He passed by the kitchen so you could say your good nights to the other boys. “Goodnight guys. I’ll see you in the morning.” You offered them a lazy smile. 

“Damn, is it that time already? I feel like I haven’t gotten to see you at all.” Jisung pouted, coming in to kiss you. 

“I know I’m sorry, ‘m just really tired.” You were starting to feel guilty about needing to sleep. ‘He’s right, they have barely seen me. Maybe I should just stay up for a while.’ 

There was a sudden twinge of sourness that was leaving your body, your contrition coming through clearly for all to smell.  

Jisung was speedy to backpedal his words, “No, it’s totally ok! You should definitely get your rest!” His boba eyes were wide and his hands were raised in a defensive way. “In fact,” He deepened his voice to act intimidating, “It is my command that you get some good rest, asap.” 

Chan snorted a laugh and there were a few scoffs and chuckles from the other boys. You had hid your smile behind your hand, you couldn’t help but feel amused at his phony display of dominance. “As you command, master.” 

Jisung visibly gulped at the name, but his reaction was nothing compared to the reaction Minho was having, the beta practically choking on his spit. He attempted to cover it up by pretending he accidentally ran into the counter when he received a side eye from Hyunjin. Minho's mind went racing at your comment, liking the way the title sounded on your lips. 

“Say goodnight to Baby, I’m taking her to bed now.” Chan brought you to each of them so they could all give you small kisses and wish you goodnight. Then he swiftly carried you up the stairs and to his bed. You will never get over how strong he is, carrying you like you weigh no more than a teddy bear.  

He set you down and covered you in the blankets. He then climbed in next to you and cradled you in his arms. You purred affectionately as you nuzzled into him. You felt instantly soothed at being back in his embrace, in the bed you share together. The alpha felt the exact same way. He was more than thrilled to have you back with him. One day he could handle, but the three days were borderline torturous. 

“Channie..” You whispered, your voice quiet as it cut through the silence within the darkness. 

“Mhm” He answered, his own eyes beginning to droop. He hadn’t slept much the last few nights, too anxious to get any real rest. 

“I love you.” 

“Mm, I love you more.” 

The both of you were out like a light.

Minho's mind has been stewing for a few days. Ever since he met Changbins new friend, Wooyoung, something hadn’t felt right. It felt like he was missing something. 

He remembers the encounter very clearly. The beta man had been friendly, almost too friendly. And very personable. He had answered each of Minhos questions, none of which seemed to raise any alarms. 

‘Where are you from?’ ‘Goyang, it’s a city up north.’ 

‘What brings you to town?’ ‘Here to help out my uncle.’ 

‘Whos your uncle?’ ‘Park Jin-young.’ 

‘Are you mated to an alpha?’ ‘Yes, his name is San. We've been mated for a few years.’ 

‘Where is he at?’ ‘He’s back at home, taking care of the cats.’

All of his answers seemed to check out. Though to Minho, the answers did seem a little too clean. There was just something that was off. Something he couldn’t quite place a finger on. He knew he would have to be diligent going forward. He didn’t want to say anything to anyone about it yet, in fear of being completely wrong. But he would hold this thought close to his chest. 

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[court-jobi]

When Asking Feels Right

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Pairing: Midoriya x reader (fem!reader is an active pro-hero)

Words: 3.6K

Rating: T+

Warnings: canon-typical injuries, love confessions, mentions of intimacy, talk of marriage, BIG FEELINGS, light injury aftercare, language, because Katsuki Bakugou knows no other way

Summary:

You know Izuku loves you, and proudly tells anyone within earshot just how much he adores his darling pro-hero. But it's not until a close call that 'Kacchan' convinces you just how much the nerd means it. Making you pull yourself together for the sake of his best friend solidifies the fact that you are the love of Izuku Midoriya's life, and he's damn well sure gonna keep you alive to do something with that information. Bakugou might be barking at you gruff as always as he's trying to keep you conscious, but when he says it like he means it, you pay attention.

A/N: Ok yall's love for Let's Heal Each Other has really surprised me, thank you so much! Here's more of our favorite boy, feat Bakugou in full guard dog mode

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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“OI, WATCH YOUR TEN!”

Forced to the ground hard, you’re dazed– but not totally crushed. 

There’s a host of noise around you that grates on your senses: groans of steel supports, concrete and drywall crumbling in batches around you; it's now just a slow burn of collapsing chaos. But considering this portion of the building just fell apart not three feet from where you were once standing, you consider this a blessing. You’d deal with a sore hip than be dead. 

One thing you didn’t know was who did the saving of your ass, until you try to turn around and another support starts falling off in chunks–

“STAY DOWN, ALREADY–” a firm, hot hand cushions the back of your head from smacking the ground needlessly, but he’s not exactly gentle about it.

Dynamight?.. Bakugou– or ‘Kacchan’ as you hear him called at home– he’s– the one pulling a full body shield on you?

You cough from the debris and your ‘guardian angel’ makes sure to not press down on your back too much so you don’t feel smothered. With a gruff hand, he bats the air around your faces to will the dust away so you both can catch a breath. He hacks right along with you, he’s still human after all– but at least he does so from over your shoulder, a courtesy.

Soon enough, the shifting of earth and rock and damage settles, and Bakugou detaches himself from the kneel over you and lifts you up from under your arms to get you to a sitting position at the only remaining wall he deemed supportive enough.

You are equal parts amazed and confused watching the agency hothead acting like the most dashing hero you’ve ever seen, and you're lowkey shook that this attention is being put on you  when he presses you back and crouches back to your level with a guarded eye. 

"You ok?"

"Nngyeah?"

"You hurtin’?"

"Ouch. Nah, just my head a little-- OOF–”

Bakugou’s looking you over with a hard hand on your jaw, peeling aside your hair not too gracefully with tough, padded gloves, fussing over you with a concerned scowl.

 “-BAKugOU!"

The pieces click together a moment too late: you'd blurted at him right as you realize why he’s looking at you like this, so intently– you're bleeding from the head.

"A fucking head wound isn't a LITTLE PROBLEM, DUMBASS- /Oi, I need a med evac at the old Sorgan hospital! Look for the smoke on the southside, that’s where we fuckin’ are–/ FUCK, he's gonna KILL ME for this!!"

You bawk at the way he looks– nervous.

Your teammate's concerned as most coworkers at your agency would be, but for the chilliest of your pals, he’s looking uncharacteristically wild about it… like he seems inclined to punch you for it if you were only in better shape. Instead, Bakugou just picks you up and sets you on some slanted rubble to get you sitting higher. While your head bobs at a lag, you watch as he’s rummaging in his waistline's pockets for that dry cloth he's supposed to keep better accessible for first aid.

"YOU DAMN IDIOT,” Bakugou gripes not too angrily, “You’re NO BETTER than he is, jumpin’ into shit--HOLD THIS–"

You're starting to worry why he's so mad. It’s not like your quirk can directly correlate to the building falling via explosives; that’s his department. You followed your path to an opening of the building altogether as directed. In the mess of it all, you had to get creative with your exit strategy which did put you at a disadvantage, but it all had worked out even after facing off with the last batch of villains before the entire wing came tumbling down.

You honestly thought he was just being heroic and appreciated him literally keeping you from being crushed- only now as you want to thank him, you're sure it would fall on deaf ears. He must be angry that you were there in the first place for him to have to tend to now.

 "I-- that could have been really bad, I guess-"

"You 'GUESS'?" Bakugou's tone demands that you look him in the eye while he talks to you, right as he's staring you down incredulously, "Yeah, I saved your damn ass from getting CRUSHED, - and it's on MY HEAD if something happens to you while you're on my watch!!"

You feel sarcastic, "Well, thanks a lot, m’sorry for the inconvenience. Wassn’t my fault for the building though…”

He swishes a bit of remaining water on the cloth and jerks your head to the other way, ensuring the other scratches aren’t actively sporting fresh blood. “Tch, well running towards the sound was a pretty DUMBASS move!! Don’t know where you got that from!!”

“I can’think a few heroes who migh’...”

“Yeah, DEAD heroes!!”

Sheesh, nothing will please him when he gets like this. You tried for a last stretch of sympathy behind a pounding headache, “Well, m’sure Deku will appreciate you keepin’ me alive, so m’tryna say thanks."

"Yeah he damn well better, if he doesn’t wreck m- HEH??! SIT. THE HELL. DOWN!!"

At your try to stand up and join him in getting out of the alcove, you squatted back,

"What?!"

Bakugou pushes up his facemask more like a headband so you have no choice but to see him clearly. He smooshes your face in his palms- risky, given he's fully sweaty and the smell would be enough to turn you away-- but the way his hands are shaking forces you to stay still and pay attention.

"YOU are the love of his life, dumbass,” Bakugou threatens seriously. “You're the sparkle in his eye and you are damn good for him, so I'm sure as hell gonna make sure nothing happens to you if I can help it-- and you runnin' around with a concussion ain't making my job easier. So SIT. down."

You don’t blink or breathe.

"-I’m sat."

He fixes you a challenging look, then lets go of you to get a better view of the street to check on the ambulance.

He's protective. Because he's loyal to Izuku, he's loyal to you.

But you’re still stunned on what he said- like it was God’s honest truth and an immovable fact.

Pressing down on the tight space at the base of your sternum, you feel for something past your suit’s seam. "Did he say that?"

"Say what?" Bakugou shouts back tirelessly from the hole he’d opened for ventilation; you imagine he may not be hearing so well after this fight. Despite how cheesy it sounds coming out of you, you clarify with a hand to the gauze up against your head,

"-me being that? For him?"

Bakugou scoffs with a smirk, "Only reminds me every damn day I see him."

You can see it, after all. It happens with enough frequency that you know the two talk even before starting patrol with you. The routine of Midoriya meeting up with Bakugou like how you imagine they did in their school days: your adoring boyfriend sharing news of his curriculum workload in earnest, and retorting to his best friend’s loudmouth brand of bragging about his villain count for the week, followed by turning the tables back to Izuku and asking for the nerd’s professional opinion about his performance- and what he thinks he should be strengthening. 

It makes perfect sense that you should come up in conversations, but to know now that Izuku speaks of you in this way? Past the usual lovey-dovey pleasantries Bakugou usually gags at? It should have made you happy, but given the pulse in your throat and the general ache radiating from your -everywhere-, you sniffle– Your concern weighs you to your seat now that you probably have Izuku worried sick. If he’s glued to the news for televised coverage on missions that he knows you’re working on, he would have seen this whole ordeal in real time. 

And in the entire time you’ve dated Izuku, the whole relationship where you’ve stayed in sync with each other despite working in entirely different fields (namely you remaining in the clearly more dangerous one), Izuku never once discouraged you. 

-Never asked you to scale back or retire for the sake of his fears over you. 

-Never asked you to do anything other than ‘be as safe as you can, and do your best to come back to me’. 

He believes you were a hero- just as you believed he was, too. But God, if it didn’t kill you inside to think of breaking his heart over and over as he sat on his break room couch watching close calls. 

You know had he been here on duty instead of Dynamight, your sweet Deku would have been the one here trying to lift you up and perhaps put your worries at ease getting the chance to help you and see you through to safety. But Katsuki Bakugou is hardly that touchy-feely, so having to come up with a pep talk to yourself is hard.

"Oi-"

You toughen up to look back at him, but get a softer response than before.

"You're gonna be ok. I got your back, didn't I?"

You nod.

"I will, y'know. Have your back. Just don't make it difficult."

You nod again, about to cry.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, shaking it off and catching sight of the blue and red lights before he fully hears them. "You, with the waterworks too? Match made in heaven, I swear to GOD."

That night, you are hardly in any shape to drive yourself home and a bit too unsteady to even wrangle with public transit, so naturally you ask Izuku to come get you. With a faithful grin, he looks incredibly happy to see you in the agency lobby- if distracted momentarily by your expertly wrapped head and script bag in hand.

When you meet downstairs, you reign in your immediate reaction to seeing him like you normally would. It's busy tonight- teeming with interns, a changing out of a few vending machines, and a friendly spat between two other sidekicks is happening not far from the evelator you just stepped from. 

The building’s deceptively cheery security officer sees you coming, and shares to your boyfriend that he is going to put on a podcast, taking a moment to fiddle with putting his earbuds in and ‘conveniently’ switch over to his shades against the setting sun, which allowed you the sneaky propriety to fully hug Izuku, as quick and tight as you could before getting in the car. 

Talk in the car consisted of the usual after missions, which felt familiar and good. Obviously your darling didn’t hide his concern, but between your assurances were legitimate questions about how the villains were apprehended, what he’d watched, and the interest he gave in what the news didn’t cover- like asking more about your civilian recovery efforts and compliments about how many were saved today. This kind of cool down genuinely helped you leave work at work, and you appreciated that so much. It was a short drive, which you spent mostly holding Izuku’s hand in both of yours and receiving little kisses on that hand at stoplights. 

You walked arm in arm with him up to the second landing of your apartment, with him finally running through the more caring questions of ‘does it hurt to climb?’ ‘Throbbing or dull pain?’ ‘Are you hungry, or are the meds making you feel sick?’ 

You knew he’d be clingy and honestly needed that constancy after such an explosive afternoon. He was insistent on taking off your coat and getting your laces off with minimal effort from you, which you adored on any old regular day– but the waterworks came flooding back so hard while watching Izuku on his heels taking care of you that you stopped him altogether.

"-I remember the concussions Denki would have after going too hard with his quirk, too- ‘Chargebolt’, I think you’ve met. ‘Course, I think it affected his nervous system more than anything else-- w' h-honey? Are you crying?"

"Please just get up here~"

You hugged him tight the second he rose to full height,

"Oh sweetheart," Izuku petted your hair as you muted your cries, "Sweetheart it's ok, you're ok."

"I love y’so much..." you eeked out from a tight throat.

The eyes unseen over your shoulder stung at your words, but squeezed in just as tight there in the foyer.

"I love you too, honey. So, so much." Izuku kept you close and just rocked you in place to ground you, "Were you scared today?"

You nodded.

"I'm sure it was scary. Would have scared me too, being caught in the middle of all that," Izuku cooed over your shoulder. "Y'know it's okay to let it rattle you sometimes. That's why we're all here to support you. Help you bounce back."

//I have your back// Bakugou’s words hit you again in a wave. 

"It.. would have landed on me. I was right in the impact zone, when the southwest end came down," you sunk into Izuku’s neck at the memory, "...Bakugou got to me first. I wouldn'tve gotten out without him."

Izuku breathed out, touched beyond measure. “...he did?...”

"H'yelled at me for being stupid," you chuckled mirthlessly, "but he said some things. Really big things. And I'm just so sorry it happened at all! I don't wanna worry you when I’m out there!"

As you rushed through the emotions; not just of this fight, but filled to the brim and spilling over with other close calls like it. Izuku had a hard time understanding what was said that upset you, and just held you through it.

"C’mon, let's sit you down," Izuku picked you up like the koala you were and took you over to your couch, sitting with you perched in his arms. 

No longer surprised at the incredible strength he still carried -being able to pick you up like your dead weight was nothing- you sunk into his safety, solace found in his pressed shirt collar.

Your apologies turned into cries within a few minutes of settling in. 

The poor man's heart broke all over again, holding you tightly through your sobs, and hushing you through them. The crying was only going to make your headache worse. He knows this from experience, unfortunately… so even though he usually encouraged you to ‘feel your feelings to the fullest’, he did make an attempt to still you this time. Izuku pressed kisses to your warm forehead.

"Honey, easy, honey... what big things did Kacchan say?" 

//you're his spark//

//you're just like the damn nerd//

//match made in heaven//

//you're damn good for him//

"Tha-That I was... the love of- your life?"

Unseen, Izuku's sights widened. But had you been watching him and not hiding in his complete, cozying embrace, you would have seen the proudest look of love lifting those cheeks of his. How he smiled despite the concern he held for you in this moment, and took a grand look around the room - at the life you were tending to and nurturing together with fondness.

"You are the love of my life," Izuku assured you gently with the sweet coupling of your name, "Have I never told you that?"

Shown, certainly, but never told so beautifully. And to have come from Bakugou’s harsh lips of all people, the revelation was jarring in more ways than one.

You whispered 'no', but didn't let go for the life of you. Wouldn't ever let go of this darling man if he’d allow you to stay.

"-M'ere, look at me. Just for a minute, look here~"

You pressed back from his hold with unwilling muscles, only to be cradled in his hands. Green eyes full of tears looked back at you but with a full, strong smile forcing bravery forward.

"You -my sweetest girl- are the love of my life. I love who you are now, and who you're going to be forty, fifty, sixty years from now,” he pet your hair back and away with a little shaky nod, “and yeah- I might lose my lunch every now and then watching you out there…”

You sniffled again, baffled at how telling you all this could possibly be making him chuckle through his words–

“--but I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve watched the same tv screen and been so insanely proud of you! To watch you go out there and win, and shine, and– I can stomach all that fear. I can do that. Because I know you and I believe in you! And I am so thankful that I happen to know the heroes you do this hard work with can help take care of you and have your back. That’s what it’s all about- doing it together.”

You hang on Izuku’s every word of affirmation. It’s the language he’s best in, no matter the subject. Thankfully, right now, he's set on putting you back on solid heartground- assuring you of everything you doubt about yourself. Your power, your inspiration, all of it.

“You’re saving people- helping those who can't do it themselves, and you do it so well, love. These scary things happen… but honestly? It only makes me love you more for facing it like you do. And getting up the next day, and watching you come at it again.”

You keen under his full attention. The praise and love he’s washing you with is so earnest and filled with pride, it kills you to ever have obligations elsewhere in the world outside of his company.

Surely you can just stay supple in his arms for eternity and no one would miss you. 

“So you don’t need to be out there worried about what I’m thinking of you,” Izuku worked on wiping your blurry tears, “because I’m going to double down on replacing those worries in your head. I’m going to remind you every day of it. You’re never going to not have me in your corner, because you are the love of my life.”

Soothed and emotional in an entirely different vein, you nod you head back with a firm, brave smile of you own, before gingerly pulling him close for a little forehead touch, a well-earned kiss, and another hug latched around his shoulders. 

Izuku tended to you after your hero work in a number of ways, depending on what you've weathered that day: from taking off your shoes, cooking you a meal, holding you soft and sweet against his body on the sofa like this, or even helping you burn off any excess steam on the particular amorous nights where you just feel too alive to not show him exactly what your primary reason for fighting is. 

To protect him. To protect everyone you love and care for. Making your family proud both here and heavenward, and proving to yourself that you can do the hard things. Having a partner to support you in this work is an invaluable bolster in your life, and you feel it in every swipe of his hands up and down your back in this exact moment. 

His touch assures you just as much as it comforts him. Tells you how much you're appreciated and welcomed when you reach the end of the day like it soothes him to have you safely off the streets. You also know that any tear-filled nights on his end come from a place of complete affection and commitment and you don't really care how much Bakugou or any of your other workmates might tease you for being soft right along with ‘the damn nerd’. 

He's your damn nerd. The one you come home to and plan to spend the rest of the evening tending to your headache and scratchy throat and whatever other hurts have trickled out from your tough shell. 

From about your fifth date on, you'd felt in your gut that ‘Midoriya’ was likely going to be the name you'd be filling out as your emergency contact for life, so you started doing so on your contract renewals. That probably proved he was the love of your life, too, even if you didn't say so outright. 

Content to hold you forever, Izuku still asked of you gently, 

“Poor thing, you gotta be exhausted. I know you showered, but would you like a bath to let the steam help?” He kissed your nearby shoulder within reach, “It'll help the drainage go away.”

That sounded amazing and all but guaranteed he'd like to stay as close to you as possible. You hummed in the affirmative, close to bursting. 

“Good. We’ll get that started, whenever you're ready. Anything my brave girl wants.”

There's truly only one thought on your mind- the insistent proof of it lies hidden beneath your sweater neckline, slid onto a long silver necklace:

A ring sized for Izuku is something you've worn every patrol for a couple months now, and is practically burning as you adjust your seat on his lap to find his face. 

You're fishing past your collar uncomfortably, looking for the damn thing tangled with your agency lanyard, but dead set that you can't go on without him wearing it.

“Hm? I'm here, hon’, what do you need?-- what's-… Baby. Oh baby, what's that...?”

You hold the ring still looped on the chain, lifted for him to see between fingers that don't shake anymore. Firm and steady. Because he's loved you so well and so thoroughly tonight and every night, it's the easiest thing to ask the stunned, gorgeous man beneath you,

“Marry me.”

[kthecutest]

hello uhm I recently just followed your account because I am very interested in the way you write smut stuff or au's in general and hope your gonna like my idea <3

can you please do legal line like including Jo and yuma considering they are I think 19? and whether they are sub or dom <3

if you are not comfortable with writing it it's totally fine<3

and uhm I already asked so much questions but can I be 🤍anon? but if it's not alright its fine<3

-anon

Of course! you can be 🤍anon! I'm sorry I replied so late, I wanted to finish your request by the time I reply ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა I'm so glad you love my way of writing! and I hope you'll enjoy this post and my upcoming future posts as well!

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K – Hard Dom

Literally I cannot see K as anything other than a hard dom. No matter how cutesy he acts normally, in bed he’s a beast no doubt. He’s the kind of dom who would set out a whole reward and punishment system from the very beginning. But really it didn’t matter because for you both reward and punishment represents the same thing – pleasure. You don’t even have to request him for any experiments you wanna try out, because he is the most experimental bitch okay. He’s flexible as fuck too so he’ll fuck you in every possible position and make you cum and squirt in each of them. And it’s not just the positions that he’ll be experimenting on, expect to be trying out all sorts of toys in his sight all night until you’re all spent and passed out in the morning. He’ll also edge you as punishment, pulling out his fingers every time you felt your orgasm approaching leaving you whining and sobbing. As reward, he’ll overstimulate you, swirling his tongue skillfully around your clit while pounding three of his digits into your dripping pussy till you feel all numb and dumbified. Dirty talk 100% too, harsher words if its angry sex of course. Prepare for him to degrade you, mock you and tease you in every possible vocabulary ever.

“You wouldn’t want euijoo to see how much of a slut you are right~?”

Fuma – Soft Dom

His body maybe built as fuck but his heart has such a sweet spot for you. He’s more of a lovey dovey person rather than a degrader. But that doesn’t stop him from destroying you with his huge girthy cock though. He’ll pour out praises and whines while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Bro is a softy at heart but he’s definitely not soft down there. Would repeatedly whine your name out loud when he started chasing his own orgasm. 100% into breeding you so bad, just watching your pussy getting filled to the brim with his seed to the point your stomach started swelling up at one point. He’d lose his mind from just that sight. Definitely a cum eater. He would pull out after filling you up, before kneeling on his knees, head between your legs and started lapping up the mixture of your and his cum that spills out your stretched pussy.

“You look so cute… falling apart on my tongue baby..~”

Nicholas – Wild Switch

Feel like everyone in the legal line has their own chosen sides like either dom or sub accurately but this dude, this bitch got no sides, because he be taking every role. All depends on your request. If you say you wanted to take the lead, he’ll definitely lay himself beneath for you to use him however you want. But he’ll still definitely be bratty about it though, would piss you off, mocking you, saying how what you’re doing to him is so ineffective and weak, just so you would grow wilder. But if you put him in charge though… bro turns into K honestly. You cannot stop this man. He is like K number 2, he will have you moaning and gushing all over his cock until you’re on the verge of passing out. Not to mention, it’s very easy to make Nicho jealous, you can easily tell if your little mischievous plan works or not from the look on his face. He’ll drag you away to the nearest isolated area and break your mind with his cock.

“Fuck.. had your fun pissing me off huh~?”

Ej – Soft Sub

Whiny soft sub. That’s what Ej is. It’s just the easiest thing ever to make Ej blush. Just a small dirty little tease and he’s already up and ready, his face flushed. A subby pervert so any slight wording or action, could get his cock twitching to life. Once that happens, you’d best believe you’ve got a whole lot of responsibility on your hands now. Because that boy more specifically his girthy cock has infinite stamina, it ain’t gonna go down in just a few strokes hell no. Vanilla boy though but still could be rough if he’s feeling way too much pleasure. Once his cock is in your mouth, you bobbing your head licking and choking on it, in just a few seconds he’ll find his hands in your hair, pushing your head down in a swift. As you felt his tip goes deeper down your throat, you gagged around it rolling your eyes back. That sight alone could get Mr. Vanilla cumming in a whip, whining out little sorries as he shot his seed into your mouth.

“Aaah~ s-sorry love~ I’m sorry~ I can’t h-hold back..anymore..!”

Yuma – Soft Dom

This boy. This cute ass little kitty, he’s not so much of a kitty when he fucks though. Yuma’s the type of baby boy who would come up to you from behind while you’re cooking or washing the dishes, starts nibbling on your neck sweetly signaling you that he’s horny while rubbing his bulge against your back. There’s no way you could say no when you felt arousal starts pooling in your underwear from his mere actions. Yuma is the type of boyfriend who loves to fuck you with any type of outfits on. Bonus points if they’re intentionally sexy of course, but he still finds you sexy in anything. He’ll rip your skirt in an instant but when you try to get out of your apron, he’ll stop you, telling you that he’d prefer you with only an apron on. You agreed to his little suggestion, taking your top off as well staying only in your apron. It only took a second until he’s pounding into you in a heated state.

“Noona~ you look so good.. exposed for me like this~”

Jo – Average Dom

Shy Jo is definitely a dom but he neither leans on the hard side nor the soft side. He’s just in the middle level kind of dude. But that doesn’t mean he can’t go rough with you. This cute baby-faced cutie could definitely destroy your petite body into oblivion. 100% size kink. The height difference between you and him alone proves it too much. With your petite body, this boy wouldn’t show it on his face but he was secretly getting more and more turned on from how the huge bulge on your stomach was visible every time he pounds into you. But his excitement was definitely obvious from his twitching cock in you. You’d gasp suddenly when you could even feel him getting a bit bigger inside you. And it’s not just in fucking, he also loved and I mean LOVED it when your small mouth was filled with his cock. Your cheeks puffing up, tears welling up in your eyes, as you struggled to breathe, not being able to take it whole. He wouldn’t be too harsh but he would sometimes tug on your head and push your head, making you take more than you can, as he secretly gets turned on seeing the tiny droplets of tears hanging on the edge of your eyes fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“..love open wider now.. cmon you can take it..~ just a bit more~”

[candy-cloud-system]

I have Never seen an endo shit on traumagenic systems - i have seen them shit on people discrediting their experiences but its wild that ur acting like a victim when ur the one being weird. Psychology largely agrees that we do not know enough abt the human brain - specific dissociative disorders - to claim they can Only be caused one way. Also forcing people to reflect on if they're traumatized or not just for them to be "allowed" to use system terminology is Wild - even if every single system is caused by trauma, so many traumatized people have no recollection of the trauma. This isnt black and white and youre silly for caring so much abt internet strangers repressed memories or lack thereof 🩷

First off, learn to read . D N I. Means DO NOT INTERACT! I don’t understand what’s so hard about that, literally you have to go through the effort to read a whole message that’s literally saying don’t interact, go to my account, which tells you not to interact, and then type a whole message and never once do you think “oh! I’m breaking DNI! I’m crossing boundaries! Hm! Maybe I shouldn’t do that!”

So I’m gonna be a bitch to you now cus you broke my DNI and I’ve already stated I’d start being a bitch to people who do that

“I’ve never seen endos shit on traumagenic systems 🥺🥺🥺” okay explain the constant death threats we get. Explain the people LIKE YOU! Who break DNI to tell us shit we literally do not want to hear, explain the people who go into our comment and tell us to off ourselves, call us names, make up slurs. Tell us no one loves us and everyone will leave. Do you understand how fucking stupid you sound?

Traumagenic systems get SOOOO much bullshit from endos and that’s why it’s such a problem. They bully trauma survivors and victims, making them spiral and feel like fucking shit because they didn’t want people mocking a disorder that makes their lives harder. The amount of times I’ve seen endos telling traumagenic systems to die simply because they fucking EXISTED is fucking insane.

Even if you could be a system without trauma, you wouldn’t be in the same groups as us, you wouldn’t have the same terms you wouldn’t be classified with the disorder. Because our disorder stems from TRAUMA! You have to have trauma.

You can have trauma you don’t remember, BUT THAT DOESNT MAKE YOU AN ENDO. It makes you a traumagenic system who doesn’t remember their trauma! You guys fucking groom people into believing their trauma isnt enough or that they’re endo because they can’t remember and it fucking disgusts me.

I’m not making people reflect on their fucking trauma, IM TRYING NOT TO GET HARASSED FOR MINE.

FUNFACT. I AM A VICTIM! I GET HARRASED BY ENDOS FUCKING ALMOST DAILY AT THIS POINT! IM ACTIVELY TELLING YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE CONSTANTLY BECAUSE YOU GUYS CANT FUCKING READ THREE LETTERS !

I AM TIRED OF COMING ON THIS APP AFTER WISHING I DIDNT GO THROUGH THE SHIT I GO THROUGH BECAUSE OF THIS DISORDER AND SEEING SOME RANDOM ASS KID SAYING HOW THEYRE GONNA MANIFEST A SYSTEM FOR THEMSELF. IF YOU FUCKING “CREATE” A “SYSTEM” BECAUSE YOU WANT ONE. FUCK YOU. ACTUALLY FUCK YOU. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I HATE YOU. AND I HAVE ALL RIGHTS TO HATE YOU.

“You’re so silly for caring 🥺🥺🥺🥺” I CARE BECAUSE I GET HARRASSED TO THE POINT OF SPLITTING OR HAVING CRASHES DUE TO OUR BPD AND NPD. I GET FUCKING HARASSED UNTIL I CANT TAKE IT. THATS WHY I TELL YOU TO NOT FUCKING INTERACT.

Get off my fucking blog. Never come back. Endos and their supporters are NOT fucking welcome here. Respect my fucking DNI.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Room 1013 - Goodie

Day #23 - Up and Coming | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex, Under-Negotiated Kink (Including Unexpectedly Being Called Daddy), Mentions of Weight (Not Derogatory, Just Not Ignored) | POV: Goodie | Pairing: Goodie/OC (Female) | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Winding Down After The Gig, One Night Stand, Mr. Goodie's Wild Ride

1 Night, 4 Rooms Each is standalone, but takes place on the same hotel floor.

Eddie | Goodie | Gareth | Jeff | Steve (Bonus morning after!)

"She's either into you or me," Gareth says, then looks at his watch for the thousandth time tonight. Gareth hasn't let any of the rest of them forget it all evening that his girlfriend is still flying in tonight.

They're just trying to wind down after the show, and all Gareth can think about is when Di is gonna get here. It's kind of disgusting. There was a time, and not that fucking long ago, thank you very much, that Gareth would have been working this bar like a goddamn pussy hound. 

And to Goodie's dismay, it somehow always worked. 

He'll never understand it. Gareth isn't anything to look at. None of them are, really. All decidedly average, as far as Goodie can tell.

Freaks, the lot of them. 

But Eddie somehow landed Steve. 

And Di's cute as shit. 

Both of them are punching way, way above their weight class. 

Goodie isn't sure why the fuck Gareth didn't just go wait at the airport terminal if he can't relax enough to enjoy himself. He can't make her get here any faster. They already went through this with Eddie and his dogged obsession with Steve, and now Gareth's acting like he's in love. 

They're all ate up. They get their damn dicks wet, and think they need to commit for life. Gareth from a few months ago wouldn't be acting like this, he'd still be pulling a girl or three a week, like he made a Robert Johnson crossroads deal, but for pussy instead of musical success.

The girl walks by again, and Gareth raises his eyebrows.

Maybe she is looking. Maybe not. Gareth definitely has an overactive radar for women that hasn't dampened, even in a relationship, apparently.

After Eddie and Jeff bailed for the night, and Gareth's on the payphone again, Goodie leans against the bar, waiting on a drink.

A hand touches his back, pressing into the leather of his jacket, like they're leaning in close. He's sure it's Gareth telling him he's finally leaving, but when he turns, it's the girl Gareth had clocked as interested.

"Am I in your way?" he asks, taking a small step to the side. There's not much room to maneuver, but he can pretend to make room. 

She smiles and shakes her head, "You're in Corroded Coffin, right?"

He nods, a little surprised. She doesn't look the type to follow their music, not really, not even where they are now, sort of barnstorming the mainstream.

"Yeah, I'm Goodie," he says, offering him her hand, "the bass player." 

"Bass is good. I like it deep," she says, holding out a Sharpie, tugging down the top of her tank top, "Make it out to Gina?"

He's signed tits before, they all have, but not usually outside of a gig. 

The stool behind him is free, so he sits back on it, and she immediately wedges herself between his legs, both of her hands resting on his thighs.

He braces his left hand against her collarbone, definitely for leverage, and not at all so the heel of his hand grazes the top of her tit, as he drags the ink of the marker across her skin. It doesn't look great, but he's pretty sure it was just a reason to approach him.

And he doesn't mind that, not at all.

She looks down as he signs. 

He lets go, and she grins, leaning close, pressing her chest to his, whispering in his ear, "Got somewhere for us to go?"

Hell yes, he does. 

He may have bitten off more than he can chew, with this one.

"Pull my hair," she says, and fuck, she's something else. She's already facedown, ass-up on the bed, and he can follow orders, grabbing a fistful of hair, close to the scalp, and tugs as he fucks into her. She's making a lot of fucking noise, and he's gonna get a ration of shit from Eddie and Gareth, stuck in the rooms on either side of him.

Hell, as loud as she's being, Jeff might hear, down the hall.

"Fuck me, daddy! Spank me!" she screams, rocking back on his cock. Fucking herself. Being called daddy isn't really his thing, but he can roll with it. 

He's just along for the ride. But he's pretty sure he can't pull her hair and spank her at the same time, not unless she wants him to crush her.

Hell, she may like that. Fuck if he knows. She's clearly a fucking freak, and from one freak to another, he's into it. He's just aware of his size and knows which positions work best. On his back, get ridden, is always a popular fucking choice.

"Harder, harder," she chants, and he slams his hips against her ass, over and over. 

He lets go of her hair, and smacks her on the ass. She keens at that, making a racket. He hits her again, harder, and she just gets louder.

Daddy, daddy, daddy.

Goodie tries to ignore that, and focus on everything else.

She slides off his cock, rolling onto her back. 

He catches her feet, and puts them on his shoulders, sliding into her. Then scoots forward a few inches on his knees, changing the angle, pressing more of his groin in direct contact with her clit. It's a go-to fat man move, and he's damn well-practiced. His secret weapon. 

He pounds into her, and she's damn near screaming. Not everything she's done tonight does it for him, but this definitely does. Moaning, pushing back with her feet, clawing at his thighs, tits bouncing.

He puts his hand over her mouth, and she comes. Loudly. And the way she's gripping and pulsing around his cock, he's pretty sure it's the real deal. He shifts, and keeps grinding against her, extending her orgasm, as he finally comes with a groan.

He's just slid out of her, still dealing with the condom, when she says, "Let me know when you're ready for more."

God-fucking-damn.

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[lemoncrushh]

Wild Horses - One

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

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Chapter One Word Count: 4.3k+

“Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired…” - Daughtry; Witness

“Are you sure this is what you wanna do?” Pauline asked, lifting her coffee mug to her lips.

Amber let out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, Mom, it is.”

Pauline swallowed as she looked out the window to the backyard. The swing set was old and rusted, the sandbox her children had once played in now overgrown with weeds. Her daughter was nearing twenty. It was time to let her go and earn her wings.

“Then I think you should go for it,” she said with a sweet smile.

Relief spread over Amber as she rose from her chair to give her mother a hug.

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll make you proud, I promise.”

“You already do, sweetheart,” whispered Pauline as she patted Amber’s hand, a tear trickling out of the corner of her eye. “Now you go follow your dream. Laci and I will be just fine.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. She’s a wild one, keeps me on my toes. Just like you.”

Amber caught the loving admiration underneath Pauline’s joking tone.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too. Now stop making me teary-eyed and go pack.”

Amber grinned as she bound for her bedroom. She was gonna be okay. She could feel it.

The restaurant was freezing. Actually, to say it was a restaurant was like calling that motel they’d stayed in the night before the Ritz. It was a dang Waffle House, but at least it was cheap. Amber had managed to save up some money on this short road tour, but she wasn’t about to splurge on a real restaurant, even if that sign she’d seen for that Mexican place had looked appealing. Still, it was so freaking cold in this joint, her nipples could’ve broken glass.

“And what can I get you, hon?” asked the blond middle-aged waitress.

Amber faked a smile as she rubbed her arms. “Eggs over easy with grits and bacon please.”

The waitress nodded and penciled in her order before addressing Carter who sat beside her. He ordered his usual - three waffles. Nothing else. Of course he would smother them later with butter and maple syrup. Amber watched him sip on his Coke when the waitress walked away and wondered how on earth he was able to carry all the band equipment day after day when he was loaded up on so much sugar. She never once saw him come down from his high and fall flat on his ass, but she waited for the day she would.

“How many more miles til Nashville?” groaned Brendan, running his palm down his face, his eyes weary.

“About eighty or so,” replied Johnny, smoothing out the road map in front of him. “Not much longer.”

“Good, cause I need a real bed. Alone.”

Amber smiled meekly at her bass player. Brendan had taken the wheel early that morning after they’d left Charlotte. The boys were getting a bit restless and annoyed with having to share a motel room, one of them usually opting for the floor or the van so they wouldn’t have to share a bed. Occasionally if Amber got a double room, Carter would convince her to let him take the other bed. Sometimes in the beginning he’d even slip himself into her single bed, and she wouldn’t kick him out if she was drunk enough. But those days were over, she’d told him.

Nashville would be a different situation. The band was scheduled to play a festival, billed as one of the opening acts. It would be excellent exposure for them, and in return they got free accomodations at the Hilton. It was a sacrifice Amber was willing to make to get the recognition. She’d just decided not to tell the boys until after the show that they weren’t getting paid.

The waitress brought their food and other than the sounds of chewing and swallowing, the occasional burp, the four sat in silence. Amber continued to rub her arms when she could, the coffee doing little to warm her up. She’d wished she’d brought her hoodie, but since it was damn near a hundred degrees outside, she hadn’t even bothered to pull it out of her duffle bag. Suddenly, she felt another set of hands on her skin, and she looked up to see Carter, a small grin on his face as he rubbed her naked arms.

“Cold?” he raised a brow.

“Yeah,” she sighed, allowing his long arms to envelop her as she scooted closer to him.

Her stomach did one of those flip-floppy things that she didn’t like. Okay, maybe she liked it, but she didn’t want to. She’d been firm with Carter that they were not a couple, and he wasn’t supposed to act like they were. He’d reluctantly agreed, what with being in a band together and all. But sometimes he could be really sweet. Sometimes he…

“Can I get you anything else, hon?” the waitress asked.

“I don’t think so,” replied Carter, giving her his best smile as he squeezed Amber tighter with one hand and patted his stomach with the other. “That was great.”

The blond winked at him and set the check beside him before twisting her hips and strutting to the next table. Johnny and Brendan began to pull out their wallets until Amber stopped them.

“I got this one, guys,” she explained, giving Carter a nudge so he’d slide out of the booth.

Brendan shrugged, returning his wallet to his back pocket. Johnny dropped a few ones on the table and folded up the road map. As Amber paid the bill at the counter, Carter slid a hand across her butt and whispered in her ear.

“Meet you in the van.”

Amber nodded. “Be there in a minute. I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Ooh, honey, he’s a cutie,” Amber heard the waitress say when the boys were out of ear-shot. She scoffed.

“He your boyfriend?” the blond continued.

“No,” Amber shook her head as she took her change. “Just my drummer.”

“Yes!” exclaimed Brendan when he opened his hotel room door. “At last! My own room!”

Amber chuckled in the hallway, her duffle bag over her shoulder as she made her way to her room. The door clicked shut behind Brendan, but she could still hear him shouting something about ‘getting used to this’. Johnny’s room was across from Brendan’s, Amber’s next to it.

“I’m so ready for a nap,” she remarked, her card key in the door.

“Now? I thought...maybe we could hang out for a while. In mine.” Carter pointed across the hall.

“I’m exhausted, Carter.”

“I know, but…” he paused, his lips quivering into a suggestive grin, “can’t you be exhausted in here? With me?”

“Ugh...Carter…” Amber groaned. Here we go again, she thought.

“I give great back rubs.”

“I know you do,” she nodded with disinterest. “But I’m not feeling that great. I don’t think that Waffle House agreed with me.”

Amber heard the click of the lock and pushed her door open.

“Amber…”

“Carter,” she rolled her eyes, dropping her bag on the floor next to the bathroom. “I’m going to sleep. See you at dinner.”

Pauline held up the phone so Amber could see Laci dance around the living room in her tutu. Amber beamed and giggled as Laci did the same, twirling like a ballerina.

“Yay!” Amber clapped when Laci was finished. “Good job!”

Laci continued to giggle, her brown curls bouncing as she fell over on the couch, her head in Pauline’s lap.

“She’s been practicing,” Amber’s mom announced.

“I can tell! How’s school?”

“It’s going great. Her teacher says she’s always excited to come and never wants to leave.”

“Aw, I’m glad,” said Amber.

A knock sounded on her door so she rose from the bed to answer it. Carter stood on the other side, his hands in his pockets. Amber lifted a finger and pointed to her cell phone to indicate she was talking on it. Carter nodded and followed her into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, Mom, I gotta go. We’re about to go to dinner.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” Pauline nodded. “Have fun in Nashville!”

“I will. Bye Laci!” she waved into the phone. The little girl’s head popped into the screen she blew kisses.

“Love youuuuu!”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

Hanging up the call, Amber shoved her phone into her back pocket and looked up at Carter. He’d apparently had a shower, his caramel hair combed back, his clean t-shirt stretching across his broad shoulders.

“Ready?” she breathed, hoping he hadn’t noticed how it caught in her throat.

“Yeah, Johnny and Brendan are downstairs.”

“Okay.” Amber stepped into her sandals and walked around him to the door.

“Um...Amber?”

“Yeah?” she stopped.

Carter scratched his stubbled chin before shoving his hand back in his pocket.

“Sorry about...before,” he offered.

Amber chewed her cheek and shrugged. “You didn’t do anything.”

“I know but…” he hesitated, then looked down at his feet. “Hey, I know how you feel about us-”

Amber held up a hand. “There is no us, Carter. We’re friends. Bandmates. That’s all.”

His jaw set so hard he could cut through steel, Carter nodded. “Got it.”

Amber sighed. “Carter…”

Stepping closer to her, he put his hands on her waist.

“We got something, Amber. You might not see it yet, but I do. All those times you cried on my shoulder til four in the morning. Those nights in your bed-”

“It’s over, Carter,” she pushed his hands away.

“But I don’t want it to be.”

Amber swallowed hard as she looked down. “It needs to be,” she whispered.

“But why?”

“Because...that was the old me.”

Amber felt Carter sigh more than heard it. She watched his feet as he stepped around her to open the door.

“You’ll want me again, Amber. Maybe not tonight. But one day you will.”

Amber glared at him as he held the door. Maybe he was right.

Harry didn’t usually stay with his band. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, and it wasn’t an ego thing. It was more of a safety thing. If fans got wind of where Mitch, Sarah, Adam or Clare were, nine times out of ten they figured Harry was somewhere near. They would bombard the hotel just to get a glimpse of him, and sometimes things could get out of hand. And Harry didn’t want his band to feel like they couldn’t get out and see the city if they wanted to. So early on Jeffrey Azoff, his friend and manager, had talked him into staying at a different hotel from theirs. And so far it had worked.

Today, however, Harry decided to join his band in the hotel restaurant - the Hilton where the rest of the band members were staying. He reckoned no one would suspect he would be there, so he could slip in and take a seat with the gang and enjoy a private meal. But he’d thought wrong.

He wasn’t sure if it was the girl who nearly fainted in the lobby, or if there had been paps or someone else outside who’d recognized him, but by the time he made it around the corner near the elevators, just outside the restaurant, he was surrounded. Cursing under his breath, he put on a brave face and greeted the mob of fans.

Fans. That was actually too kind of a word. He knew who his true fans were. They were the ones who bought his album and tickets to his shows. They were outside waiting in a queue for hours so they’d get a good spot in the general admission section. They had websites and blogs and wrote fanfiction and made their own merch. They weren’t waiting outside of hotel restaurants hoping to get a selfie with someone they may or may not actually had heard of, let alone sang along to in the car. But being the Harry Styles that he was, he knew it wasn’t fair to pick and choose. Treat people with kindness, that was his motto. He lived by the golden rule, even when all he wanted to do was get a bloody meal with his friends.

When the last girl had left, a squeak in her voice as she snapped one last photo, Harry strolled into the restaurant, waving at his bandmates who sat in the corner of the nearly empty room. Immediately a waiter came by, setting a glass of water in front of him.

“Evening,” nodded the waiter in a monotone.

“We already ordered for you,” said Clare.

“Oh. Thanks,” Harry grinned, setting his napkin in his lap.

“Guess, this isn’t happening again,” remarked Mitch.

“What isn’t?”

“This,” Mitch gestured. “Dinner at our hotel. You were mobbed.”

Harry shrugged with a sigh. “Yeah. It wasn’t too bad. Coulda been worse.”

Sarah and Mitch glared at him before lifting their glasses simultaneously. The waiter came with their food then, and the mood was lightened with idle chatter. Halfway through his salad, however, Harry could feel eyes upon him. He had a gift, he did. He could always tell when he was being watched. Usually it involved a camera, but when he lifted his gaze to browse the room, he only found a pair of pretty blue eyes. They belonged to a young woman sat at the table across the room, one of only two others occupied in the restaurant presently. She was joined by three other lads, who all seemed to be doing their best to pay attention to themselves and each other, and certainly not to her.

He had no idea how or why. She was cute. She had pouty red lips and a heart-shaped face. And there was no way he could ignore the way she tried to look away when he caught her looking at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Yeah, he would definitely be paying attention to her.

Actually, come to think of it, she looked right familiar to him. Biting his lip, he tried to place her.

A burst of laughter broke his thoughts and he turned his head to see Adam showing the other three a video of his kid on his phone.

“How adorable!” exclaimed Clare.

As Adam scrolled to find another funny video, Harry leaned toward Mitch.

“Hey mate, who’s that?” he pointed to the girl across the room. “Do you know her?”

Mitch shrugged just as Sarah said, “That’s Amber Crosby.”

“Who?” Mitch and Harry asked in unison.

“Amber Crosby? She’s part of the festival tomorrow?” Sarah rolled her eyes. “That’s her and her band.”

“Ohh,” sounded Harry. Amber Crosby, that’s right. He’d heard her single a few times. She was good.

“How do you know this?” inquired Mitch.

“Because I make it a point to keep up with what’s going on,” remarked Sarah, pursing her lips. Mitch mocked her with a face which earned him a pinch.

Harry watched Amber sit with her band, though she might as well had been sat there alone. She reached for her glass of water, taking a sip through a straw before her eyes wandered up and locked with Harry’s again. He caught the slight blush in her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze and set her glass back down.

“Hey, Harry, are y-” he heard Mitch begin, but he didn’t stay to listen to the rest of the sentence. Instead, he rose from his chair and crossed the room to where Amber sat.

“Hello,” he greeted when he reached her table. “Amber Crosby, right?”

Once again, he didn’t miss the rosiness of her cheeks as she lifted her head.

“Yes,” she smiled up at him.

“I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Harry Styles.”

Amber beamed wider, taking Harry’s outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you, Harry.”

“I saw that you’re playing tomorrow,” he half lied.

“Yeah,” Amber made a face. Harry wasn’t sure if it was one of embarrassment or annoyance. But either way, he liked how her nose crinkled when she did it. “I think we’re like second or third. So we’ll be out of here by sundown.”

Harry feigned shock, placing his hand on his chest. “And miss my set?”

Amber giggled. “Well, I don’t want to, but you know…”

“Hey, man,” uttered the straight-nosed guy sat next to Amber. If he hadn’t extended his hand, Harry might have thought he was about to threaten him.

“Oh, sorry!” Amber sat up, addressing the three men at the table. “Harry, this is Carter, Brendan and Johnny. My band. Guys, this is Ha-”

“Harry Styles, man, nice to meet ya!” Carter nearly slapped his hand against Harry’s, making Amber grimace. But Harry was gracious, shaking each man’s hand and making them feel important.

“I’ve heard your song,” said Harry, “it’s really good.”

It was Amber’s turn to cover her heart. “Oh, thank you.”

“Yeah, I’m anxious to hear more.”

His eyes met Amber’s then, making her smile. He didn’t miss Carter’s arm, however, that suddenly stretched across the back of her chair.

“Will you be there tomorrow?” asked Amber. “I mean, as early as we’ll be playing?”

“Yeah, I should be. I’ll be popping in off and on throughout the day.”

“What time are you on?” piped up one of the other lads. Damn, Harry had forgotten their names. Brandon? Brennan?

“We’re on at eight,” replied Harry.

“Oh. We might be gone by then,” Carter declared, his fingers playing on Amber’s shoulder. “We have another gig to get to the next day.”

“Oh, too bad,” Harry frowned, not missing the maneuver Amber pulled to get her shoulder out of Carter’s reach. “Well, just wanted to say hello, and um...best of luck tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Amber and her band sang.

Harry gave a small wave as he turned back for his table, rejoining his own band.

“What d’you think?” Sarah raised a brow.

“She seems lovely.”

Just then Amber and her band rose from their table, heading for the exit.

“I think I’ll try to introduce myself tomorrow,” said Sarah. “I definitely wanna catch their set.”

But Harry was barely listening. He watched Amber follow the men out of the restaurant, turning around once to wave at him. He smiled and waved back.

He definitely wanted to catch their set too.

Carter thought he heard something. It was a cheap motel, and the walls were very thin. But did he detect the sound of someone crying? Amber’s room was next door. Could it be…

He waited a few more minutes, just to be sure. Then swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up and walked to the door, hesitating only for a split second before stepping outside.

He knocked gently at first, then thought that was ridiculous and knocked louder. She didn’t answer right away, though that didn’t surprise him. Again, he knocked, this time calling her name.

“Amber! Amber, are you in there?” He knew his question was pointless; of course she was in there. And she was hurting.

He heard the click of the lock before the door opened, just enough to reveal half of her tear-stained face.

“Are you okay?” Another stupid question. Of course she wasn’t okay.

She shook her head, her hair falling over her eyes. Carter let out a deep breath.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Amber looked down and shook her head again. “Not really.”

Carter nodded. He wasn’t going to push her.

“Can I...come in?”

Swallowing hard, Amber stepped back, her head still bowed. When Carter shut the door behind him, she finally looked up at him.

“Oh!”

It was only then that it dawned on Carter that he was shirtless. He’d been lying on his bed after returning to his room, still in his jeans, his sweaty t-shirt and shoes discarded across the room in a pile. His mind on getting to Amber, he hadn’t bothered to put on a clean shirt.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

With a sharp turn, Amber ran to the bed, planting herself on it face down.

“Hey,” Carter whispered as he sat down next to her. He watched her back tremble and shake as she cried into her pillow. “Amber…”

When she didn’t reply, he looked around the tiny room. On the nightstand sat a half-empty bottle of whisky. It wasn’t open, but he picked up the empty glass next to it and sniffed it. He made a face as he wondered if she’d already drunk that much tonight.

“Amber,” he said again.

Just as he reached for her, she sat up and wrapped her arms around him. He’d let her cry as much as she wanted; he was willing to wait all night if he needed to. Finally, she lifted her head, wiped her eyes and sniffled.

“I hate my life,” she admitted.

“What?”

“I’m so tired, Carter,” she cried. “So very tired. Of everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sick of trying so hard...when it doesn’t get me anywhere.”

Pushing a strand of her brown hair from her wet, sticky cheek, Carter assumed she meant the band, her music. But then she dropped the bomb.

“I just want someone to love me,” she whined, her big brown eyes searching his face. “Why is that so hard?”

“Amber…”

“Am I unlovable?” she asked.

“What? No!” Carter knew that wasn’t true. Okay, maybe he wasn’t in love with her. But he’d definitely had feelings since they’d met. He knew she’d had a hard life and kept her guard up, but he’d never gotten the whole story. He’d always hoped one day she’d tell him.

“Sometimes…” she hesitated, “sometimes I just wanna end it.”

“End what?” Damn, he was full of dumb questions tonight. He knew the answer. He just hoped he was wrong.

“My life.”

He took her face in his hands then. He wanted to yell at her, shake her into reality. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Amber,” he said firmly.

“Don’t I?” she rolled her eyes. “No one gives a shit about me.”

“I do. I care.”

“You do?” Though her eyelids were heavy, she fluttered her lashes.

Carter could smell the liquor on her breath before he kissed her. He didn’t care. He wanted her to know she was wanted.

She hadn’t asked him to stay that night, but he had anyway. He wanted to make sure she was okay. And when she’d gotten up to puke, he’d held back her hair.

Carter sort of made a habit of staying in Amber’s room after that. About a month or so later, after they shared an entire bottle of whisky, she told him her story.

“Ten minutes,” the stage assistant announced, sending nervous tingles down Amber’s spine.

“Okay, okay,” she breathed, shaking her limbs and fingers. “Let’s do this.”

Just then she heard a voice behind her, one that she recognized from the night before. She turned to see Harry Styles chatting with Brendan along with his bandmates Sarah and Mitch whom she’d met an hour ago. When their eyes met, he smiled widely and stepped toward her.

“Hi, Amber,” he greeted. “Promised I’d make it to see you, and here I am.”

Amber returned his smile, her insides giggling with glee. He hadn’t actually promised that, not in so many words, but she thought it was a nice gesture.

“Good to see you, Harry,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t crack before she even made it to the stage.

“You’ve met Sarah and Mitch,” he confirmed in part question.

“Yes, I did. They’re so nice.”

“I have a great band,” Harry nodded.

“You definitely do. They all seem very fond of you. As they should.”

“Five minutes!”

“I’m on next,” Amber voiced with wide eyes.

“Best of luck to you,” Harry grinned. “You’ll be great.”

“Hope so,” she breathed. She looked around to see her band members coming toward her. For some reason she got more nervous when she made eye contact with Carter.

“Hey, man,” he said as he approached Harry, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, good luck, mate,” Harry reached out his hand to tap Carter’s arm.

“Places people!” the stage hand called.

Amber shrieked, trying to let her body release the last of its nerves. She caught the tiny giggle coming from Harry and gave him a shrug.

“Always nervous,” she muttered.

She hadn’t expected Harry to take her hand then. And she hadn’t expected to feel the electricity that charged through her skin from his touch. And she hadn’t expected the look in his eyes to take all her nerves away and make her feel calm.

“Let’s go!” Carter shouted, his hand on her back as he pushed her onto the stage.

Harry watched Amber Crosby’s short set from backstage. She was good. Better than good, she was fantastic. He loved the tone of her voice, both warm and clear. She had a youthful quality about her while also being very sensual, like some of the classic country females whom he enjoyed. Though he was familiar with the radio hit, he liked her other songs just as much, if not more. He wondered if she wrote them all, and he made it a point to ask her when he got the chance. If he got the chance. He was disappointed that she and her band would be leaving after their set. There was something about her… he didn’t know what exactly, but he wanted to find out.

The crowd cheered after their last song, making Harry smile. He hardly knew this girl, but he was already feeling a sense of pride for her. His own hands clapping eagerly, he watched as the band took a bow together and turned to exit the stage. He felt the presence of two bodies stepping to either side of him, joining him in his applause.

“So what do you think?” asked Sarah.

“I think I just found my new opening act,” Harry replied.

As always feedback is appreciated (even if it is an old fic lol).

[house-of-slayterr]

i feel like I'm SO late on this train but I am absolutely craving more of the Hughie x reader x Adrian fic.. bc HOO WEE I love my underrated boys so much

A Time to Kill.

Three weeks, it had already been three weeks since Adrian stumbled through the storm portal. Time flies when Butcher has you watching the Supe’s every move. Your task was easy, fallow Queen Maeve around until you found the easiest weakness to exploit.

Your head flicks up when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and idle conversations. You set down the knife you were sharpening as you look up the boys.

“A Train should be next”

“Of course you’d say that mate, A Train is personal to you”

Butchers sarcasm was deeper in tone today, something about his mood slightly more playful than usual.

“We still haven’t found a way to catch him if he tries to run” MM points out.

You sigh heavily.

“You could always switch me to Atrain, I still don’t know why you have me on Maeve duty, she eventually just gonna drink herself into an early grave and take care of it for us.”

“Because dove, she hates men, if any of us fallow her she’d notice.”

“And A train only a man” you point out. “Tell me, you think he’d run from me?”

“I wouldn’t” a chipper voice calls.

You roll your eyes again, getting used to the new banter that came from the deranged boy. He fit strangely well into your group of misfits.

“Nobody asked you mate. You’re only here cause they won’t let us kick you out.”

“Ouch” he fakes offence.

“Please butcher you act like he hasn’t been helpful. He got us more on the deep then you ever have so hush.”

“I thought my friend was freaky, but the Deep is wild man. He-“

You slap a hand over his mouth.

“Thank you Adrian, we do not need to know more information at this time”

You no so gently redirect the conversation. Adrian tends to get distracted and focus on details that didn’t matter.

“Back to A train, got anything for me Hughie?”

“He’ll be at a club tonight, might be able to single him out there.”

“Which mean they’ll be too many people” butcher points out a flaw in this plan.

“Not if we get him alone there won’t. I’m serious butcher, I think I’m our best shot at this. I don’t wanna get any closer to that asshole then I have to but we do this for Hughie.”

The older man sighs pinching his nose. MM seems suspiciously quiet today and Kimiko wasn’t back from what she was doing yet.

“You seem quiet”

“I agree with Hugh, he’s becoming more of a problem all the time. The less we leave homelander with a team the easier it will be to meet our end goal.”

You nod.

“So it’s settled then. MM, Frenchie and Butcher on backup, me and Hugh will handle the problem.”

“Who died and made you leader?”

“It’s about to be you if you don’t crawl out of my ass Butcher.”

“Oi don’t be such a cunt!”

You growl stepping to him grabbing your knife before you can stop yourself. Frenchie slots himself between you and butcher pressing you away.

“Détends-toi mon amour. He’s just one whiskey short of being functional today, give him a rest.”

He pushes butcher into the kitchen to go cool off and grab a beer.

“One of those days I’m gonna break your pretty face by accident Frenchie if you keep stepping between us.”

He raises a brow at you. “You weren’t actually gonna stab Butcher”

“I just might-“

“I call dibs on his jacket if you kill him.” Adrian has a goofey grin on his face.

“Back to the plan-“ you groan, day like this making you hate your unconventional job.

“I can lure him somewhere quiet, Adrian I want you to be Hugh’s back up. This is his fight, he should be the one who gets to do it.”

“I get to go?”

“Considering I still haven’t found a way to send you home, yeah, you’re stuck with us.”

“No other supes should be there” butcher renters with a beer in his hand.

“Sucks for him I guess. Maybe he shouldn’t party alone after making enemies.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You fidget with your outfit, it much more revealing then you’re used to wearing. You made sure to have eyes on Adrian and Hughie from their posts, making sure you ear piece is working.

“Yo, dickhead, you hearing this?”

“Loud and clear cunt” butcher responds back.

Frenchie scrunches his face annoyed with the banter between the two.

“We can hear you don’t worry, we’re watching all the exists. MM’s clear.”

“No eyes on the target yet but we’re all in position.”

You wander further into the party, knowing someone like Atrain was probably drowning in women, and men who want what he has fawning after him. It won’t be that hard to find him once he got there, you just had to be more enticing than the others throwing themselves at him. The thought of this made you sick, but you’d do it for you best friend. He always had your back so you would have his.

You spot Atrain when he enters and wait a few mins, letting him settle into place with his guard down. You adjust your outfit one last time before approaching.

“You’re like, Atrain right? Famous superhero?” You pitch your voice a little higher.

The man turns to you with a grin on his lips.

“That would be me, and who might you be?”

You giggle slightly.

“I can be whoever you want me to be sugar” you leave room for mystery.

“Is that so?” He runs a cocky hand up your arm.

You give a nod, trying to keep your focus but you can feel Adrian’s eyes locked on you from across the club.

“Care for a dance?” You offer your hand dragging him out to the dance floor at first.

You let your mind go blank whenever he touches you, imagining that touch as someone else. Someone gentler, someone you’d actually want to give the luxery of having their hands on your body. But you reminded yourself of the mission. These hands touching you would belong to a dead man soon enough.

When your eyes open again you lock eyes with Hughie giving him a signal to meet you out back.

“Why don’t we take this party somewhere more interesting?” You whisper in his ear, trying not to throw up at the situation.

A small grin breaks on his face as you take his hand and lead him out back. You pull him far enough away that nobody in the club can hear. You cute hugh under your breath for taking so long as you keep you distraction going. Refusing to touch his lips, you press him against the wall and start kissing at his neck.

Butcher and Frenchie try not to cringe at the audio in their ears back in the van, hearing the hero moan in your ear.

“So hero, you remember everyone that you save?” You keep your voice flirty.

“What, I save your life one time beautiful and now you wanna pay me back?”

You attempt not to gag, keeping your act up.

“Not exactly like that” your hand trails up his chest.

“You remember everyone that you kill?” Your tone is a little colder.

“What?”

Your hand finishes its trailing landing on his neck as you press him against the wall further.

“Do you remember everyone that you kill asshole? Or was she just another number to you?”

Atrain look confused but not scared yet. He’s a fool for thinking his speed can get him out of this one. Hughie steps out of the shadows with a gun, not wanting to afford any mistakes like with translucent, he wants to keep this one simple. He had no powers to overpower Atrain with. And he knew he wasn’t stronger. He aims the gun at his head.

“You?”

“Answer her question.”

“Look of this is about your girlfriend, maybe that bitch shouldn’t have been in the street.”

“She was barely off the sidewalk. You don’t even remember her name do you?”

“Should I?” He says cockily and cold.

“Robin.”

You try to encourage Hughie to speeds things up, of course he deserved his moment, but you couldn’t overpower the supe for long. He was starting to slip through your grip.

“Stupid name for a stupid bitch”

“Pretty cocky for someone who has a gun in his face.”

“You won’t pull the trigger. Come on you both know homelander wouldn’t let this slide. You’ll be melted goo on the sidewalk by the time he finds out.”

“We’ll take our chances” you seeth trying to adjust your grip.

Atrain goes to speak again but Hugh shuts him up.

“No, you’re done talking.”

As he goes to pull the trigger Atrain takes that split second to use his power and put you in line with the bullet and goes to run away. Hugh recognises your scream of pain in a second and picks you, knowing he can’t run after Atrain. He kneels to the ground catching you in his arms. You look up at him with wide eyes in pain but the sound you hear next confuses you.

Suddenly you hear screaming and there’s a warm spray of blood that coats you and Hughie. And then the screaming stops. You blink in shock.

“What the fuck?” Hughie says, looking frantically between you and Adrian who now stands at the end of the alleyway.

An excited cheer leaves Adrian’s mouth as he stand there triumphantly, so covered in blood you can’t even see his clothes properly.

“Yeah!” He cheers, “fuck I’ve always wanted to do that!” He sound proud of himself.

Hughie blinks at him now having a healthy level of fear of the man they’ve let into their group. Adrian stands at the end of the alleyway holding a revving chainsaw. Atrain now, well, everywhere. Adrian’s victory is cut short when he takes a moment to asses the position you’re in.

“Shit you’re hurt.”

He rushes over two the two of you discarding the chainsaw.

“Is it bad, I remember when Hardcourt got shot. Hospital right?” He says frantically, seeming to want to say more but he cuts out many of his usually ranty details.

“You got him” you slowly break into a grin. “Adrian you genius you got him!”

“Uhh, are you in shock, shouldn’t you be in pain right now.”

“Fuck the bullet, that bitch went right through me” you assure him. “Adrian you really did it.” You groan a little in pain.

Hughie shakes his head not wanting to revel in the victory until you’re safe back at base.

“The others are just around the corner. Butch will get rid of the evidence and Frenchie and MM can help me patch you up.” He helps you sit up.

You groan in pain holding your shoulder.

“Don’t say I never did shit for you Campbell” you groan playfully.

“You took more than one for the team this time, I owe you.”

“No shit.”

“I got her” Adrian says as he carefully picks you up carrying you to the back of the van.

You blush not used to be carried while conscious. Of course butcher has had to drag you home a few times, but this was different. It reminds you there’s so much you still don’t know about Adrian. And you were eager to learn more. Maybe him being stuck with you wouldn’t be so bad.

“Well done mate” butcher claps him on the back. “Now let’s get ‘em patched up so we can actually celebrate you being useful.”

Adrian stays by your side the rest of the night. Leaving Hughie to contemplate his feelings about you. Seeing you get shot really messed him up, but you seemed so happy at Adrian’s side. He didn’t want to be in competition with the other man, but it seems he’d have to fight for your attention again.

An: sorry if this wasn’t good, I wrote this half asleep but I tried my best to make it fun

[alloutofgoddesses]

Percy Jackson TV Thoughts

(I’m a book reader so I know things and will reference them in this)

EPISODE ONE

THE WORD FOR WORD OPENING FROM THE BOOKS!!!!! GOD I love it

(all of us the moment we see a black Pegasus) BLACKJACK!! He’s looking after Percy even as he’s a baby 🥺

The actor for young(er) Percy does such a good job at being Percy

Who let an armoured Rhino loose in the city?

THE MYTHOMAGIC CARDS

Every time I look at Mr. Brunner’s wheelchair I just think about how eventually he’s going to be #pranked by the campers changing his fake legs out for Rocky Horror inspired legs

SALLY JACKSON MOTHER OF THE YEAR 17 YEARS RUNNING

Oh Percy oh my baby someone take his suffering and give it to Octavian

Mrs. Dodds is SO GOOD I desperately wish we had more of her

He doesn’t know that he can actually write with it though

Grover and Percy exchanging the stuff in their sandwiches is such a good little detail to add in there

Walker is an incredible Percy and Aryan is an incredible Grover

I LOVE the way Mrs. Dodds transforms into her Fury self (do we know which one she is? I always forget)

Is that Rick on the other side of the headmaster? Hey dude

Grover selling out Percy is WILD like I know they had a time limit for moving the plot along but I’d be mad at him too dam

Eddie yelling at Gabe was so funny… Gabe eat more fruits you don’t know how much time you have left to do so

People saying Gabe’s awfulness have been reduced aren’t necessarily wrong but… he answers Sally’s phone which suggests some stuff. I do hope they sprinkle in some of his terribleness throughout the season though

D’Angelos you say? 👀

As my mom said, his bags were already packed

what on earth is this little Kronos dude and why is he holding a lantern. I love his voice though

Did. Did they make Percy in a bunk bed? Sally. Please tell me there’s another bed in this cabin

I do appreciate Sally TV version being more forthcoming than Sally book version

My parents Did Not laugh at the Jesus joke which is unfortunate, it’s hilarious

Percy littol baby it IS okay honey

Aryan is doing an AMAZING job of acting like an adult who’s Done This Before… it was always hard for me to remember Grover being older than Percy in the books but Aryan has made it clear from the beginning

SALLY JACKSON BAMF OF ALL TIME

The boundary looks so far away y’all how are you gonna get there

What are we swearing on guys? Certainly not a river

Sally I love you SO MUCH all mothers, current or future should be TAKING NOTES

When is Chiron going to explain Anaklusmos if Percy kept it?

The Minotaur has such soft looking ears I cannot lie to you. I would try to pet them probably

Chiron he IS the one though. Both in the way Annabeth expects him to be and not

Oh my god these end credits??? Amazing they’re incredible! And so chalk full of spoilers

Omg a little teaser at the end!

EPISODE TWO

Annabeth that’s dramatic as HELL I love you bby girl

What is that thing on the nightstand next to Percy? It looks like someone fused a hairdryer to a kettle

PERCYYYYYY

I WISHED that’s how this worked my dude

I have seen this clip on the internet before so I knew it was coming but it’s Very Funny

“But did you?” PERCY

The first and last time Percy will ever be respectful to a god

Mr. D is so goddamn funny, thank you to the casting director, the actor, and the actor’s friend’s child who told him how big of a deal this is (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, the actor went on a talk show for press)

I’ve never experienced a New York summer but how is Chiron wearing THREE layers

They’re ancient and they’re COWORKERS it’s amazing

Helpful little ‘gods make demigods do stuff they can’t’ sprinkle there good foreshadowing

These cabins are beautiful

THE HEARTH IN THE MIDDLE HI HESTIA

Not Percy thinking he’s immediately going to get bullied 🥺

YES love that we get to see a dryad and a little of Grover talking to the Cloven Council!

TRANSITIONS

They would get really squishy you’re right Grover

I can’t wait to see Mr. D do some god shit

Ope Kronos is back hey dude. Is he wearing a cloak?

Me, turning to my cat, named Hermes: You’re a FATHER?!?!

Seriously though what is Clarisse’s deal? Why bully the new kid? I have to assume it comes not only from her dad being Ares but other stuff

WHEELCHAIR!!! Disabled rep is AMAZING

Hey I’m pretty sure I won that lighter

I love that Chris is like “Yeah technically but she’s the goddess of failure” like that’s helpful but not helpful

Percy trying to talk to his mom is adorable!!! I wonder if it actually got to his mom or if someone else heard it, like Hades or Poseidon

He’s made some friends!! Oh Percy you don’t even KNOW how many friends you’re gonna make

Perseus I love you

Okay but who’s fixing the stall

Glad Annabeth got to stay dry this time

SPEAKING OF ANNABETH GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! She was one of my IDOLS as a kid and now I get to experience her being a kid and watch Leah crush it

Luke you stay away from her you don’t get to call her your little sister

The forbidden kids? Different from The Big Three but I don’t hate it

Oops well I’ve been pronouncing Thalia wrong more times that I have pronounced it right

The actor for Luke, Charlie, is showing just enough subtle dislike for the gods and his life at camp that it’s only obvious if you’re looking for it. I can’t wait for people to be able to go back and see the hints being laid out

How many generations of campers did it take for the rope bridge to get full of ribbons, and do they serve any purpose

I can’t wait for the armour adjusting moment to be paralleled. Even more so, I can’t wait for the gif sets that will come out of it

I also floss if I am made to stand still. It’s a great stim, I can’t blame Percy

AND HE GETS TO PET A LITTLE CREATURE?!?! Honestly he’s living his best life

The only rule you paid attention to maybe

FIGHT CHOREO MY BELOVED

Sorry Clarisse but maybe you shouldn’t go after the new guy with unknown skill levels

ANNABETH THAT WAS SUCH A HARD SHOVE

Omg the lake, the infamous lake, the very important lake

Honestly I’m sad that 1) no hellhound 2) we don’t get to see Chiron pronounce him the Son of Poseidon? I’d like to know why they made that choice

Love that Chiron went “Congrats on the dad reveal you have to go solve his problems now”

HE IS SALLY JACKSON’S SON FUCK POSEIDON

Grover Underwood you will always be famous

Give me more immediately!! Next week I’ll be at my grandparents house with EIGHT other people, including a five year old. I’m hoping his mom will give me permission to indoctrinate him into the fandom. If not I’ll just make everyone still awake watch it after the kid goes to bed

NEXT WEEK TEASER!!! Very exciting

[koolades-world]

Hello!!!! Yeah so my attempt at acting cool and collected went down the drain the moment you responded to me… I literally woke up this morning, saw your notification and squealed for a good few seconds!!! I’m sorry but you’re so cool T^T not to mention, who wouldn’t freak out when their favourite author talks to them AND is mutuals with them??? Anyway! I’ve been trying to get better since I’m currently not in the right place, mentally speaking. But today seemed like a good day, so hopefully I can maintain this! I hope you’ve been doing well as well!

I only what I believe is true to me, so no need to thank me, I’m just being honest :). I also got quite lucky with Satan’s card since I got him in 31 pulls, and I needed 3 more UR+ jokers to skill level up. And let me tell you, I physically stop for a few seconds to take in his Home Screen dialogue… I’m so in love with this man it’s not even funny 😭 so it’ll definitely be worth it!! (Not so) happy grinding :,) I’ll happily be waiting on that Drabble!!! Thank you so much for explaining the tag!

Have a lovely day/night, and take care!!

YOURE THE BEST!!! sorry it took a bit to get back to you! had a busy day and made some soup! love that we both had a mutual squeal moment as mutuals. i'm also on my mental health journey right now so if it comforts you, we are in this together :) my favorite trick to motivate myself to preform basic tasks that i don't have the motivation for is to think about satan and what it would be like to do that basic task with him. mentally ill behavior, i know, but sometimes you need to be mentally ill to get better haha

so glad to hear you also got him!! he knew how much you love him so he came home early. i really want to unlock the premium but honestly i'm kind of glad i didn't. story time!: right now i still live with my parents because i'm a student so anytime my grandparents come over, i'm dragged into hanging out with them. don't get me wrong, love them but they can be a lot. they're asian and very religious. (i'm sure you can see where this is going.) to please them, i sat in the living room with them instead of up in my room. i had just gotten the card earlier that day and was trying my hardest to start gathering materials for the card. out of nowhere, my grandparents appear over my shoulders and ask what i was doing. thank god i was not interacting with satan or lucifer. i immediately closed the game and went to go play a different game hahaha. i do not know what i would've done if i had the shower satan on my homescreen

alright story over! haha. he's soooo gorgeous. for a while i thought i was a lesbian (i know, a little odd considering the fandom) but satan. he is the only man i've ever been this wild about. to me, he is literally perfect. i wish he was real wahhhh. been cooking that one drabble we talked about last week!! wanted to have it out today but i accidently took a three hour nap and had to bump tomorrows upload to today. It'll be out tomorrow! not so much of a drabble gonna be so real but i think you'll really like it!!!!! attaching a sneak peak of something i already wrote and a little bit from my notes that i'll be cutting out of the final product but thought were funny

stay beautiful!! <333

[djsangos]

The smoke screen clears to reveal a crowd a good bit larger than you'd anticipated all staring up at you, cheering wildly. If you weren't sitting on a stool behind your turntables, you think your knees would've probably buckled just from the sight.

You don't really talk much at your gigs, just letting the music keep the crowd hype, but this is a special occasion, so you grab the mic from the stand, steeling yourself. You've practiced this probably hundreds of times.

“Helloooo, Grand Festival,” you say, and cod, you're excited as hell, you couldn't sound more disinterested could you? All the same, the crowd roars. “I'm having fun this weekend, how about you guys?” More cheers.

“Arright, so here's the deal,” you continue. Did you really just say 'arright??' Get real. “We're starting another intermission so our idols can take a break. Even celebrities gotta take a breather after all.” Dude. Shut up. “So you got me here, you got Dedf1sh over on Seashell stage, and a couple more artists after us to keep the party going in the meantime. That cool?”

Once again, screams of approval. Maybe you're a little too in your head, or maybe they're just cheering to get you to get to the music faster.

“Booyah.” Most of the crowd returns the call, and you can't help but smile a little. “Let's get started.”

As you put your hands on the turntables, the crowd fades away, and it's just you and the music, flowing from one track to another, mixing and sampling and keeping it hype. Hype for who? Who the fuck cares, you're keeping it hype and fresh. Just don't look up, and it's as easy as breathing. Swaying and bopping to the beat you've got going, maybe you should be standing up? But you've got a long set, better preserve your energy.

Except in the blink of an eye, you've already reached the end of your set. As you let the final note fade out, there's a split second of deafening silence that hangs forever while your brain tries to catch up with reality, which you're violently brought back to by the audience going buck fucking wild.

You just stare blankly for a second or two before you realize you're supposed to actually end this. You grab the microphone with it and fumble with it for just a second, shit, you're shaking like a fucking leaf, aren't you?

“Uh,” you say, forgetting that the mic's already amplifying your voice. Cod damn it, you're ruining the moment. “Thanks.” Come on, Sango. Give 'em more than that. “You guys've been great, hope I made your weekend just that much fresher. We got, uh. DJ Octavio up next?” You honestly still can't believe he's actually performing here, but the crowd cheers for the announcement all the same, many Octarians in the audience screaming their lungs out for him. “Yeah. And there's Riot Act on Seashell Stage once Dedf1sh's done with their gig. So stay tuned for those guys. Thanks again, have a fresh rest of the festival.”

The smokescreen obscures you from the crowd once again as they cheer you off. Stagehands come to take your turntables and replace them with Octavio's much larger set about as soon as you stand up. Eight's already there at the top of the stairs, and you practically fall into her arms when you reach her.

“You did amazing, Three,” she says, voice full of admiration.

“I think I'm gonna pass out.”

She giggles a bit uncomfortably. “Okay. Let's go sit down.”

The two of you end up taking over the merch stand while Octavio's doing his gig, with Gramps apparently nowhere in sight. You've got a perfect view of the performance, and you'd never tell Octavio to his face, but it's pretty coddamn fresh.

Until about halfway through, when Cuttlefish makes his reappearance by bursting onto the stage and nearly blowing out his back in the process.

“MC CRAIG IN THE HOUSE!”

Octavio just keeps going like nothing happened. Did they plan this??

“'Tavi and Craig bringin' the pain, we're not just here to entertain!”

Holy fuck.

“Takin' over this festival grand, that's always been our master plan!”

This fucking rules.

[respectthepetty]

Since I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, welcome to the sixth round of

CockTails in the Skyy!

This week's drink is Deja Brew since we just saw this group six days ago:

dark coffee for our "tough" boss

vanilla brandy for the boss's babe

soy milk and ice for the men holding it together Tubtab and Jack

whipped cream and chocolate shavings for the disgustingly sweet Three and Zo

I don't like coffee, I didn't like the series, and I don't think I'll like this, but I like brandy, I'm obsessed with how Cher says "Boss" and anything that gets me more ThreeZo and Jack is worth watching.

Bottoms up!

What in the Tom, Dick, and Harry is happening?!

Call him honey, darling, or DADDY! <- Aoi gets it!

Cher feeding Gun who has a visible mustache shadow is hitting a sweet spot.

This is what upsets me - JimmySea and ForceBook have the domestic chemistry down. They excel at, yet had the wildest plots to work with. I hope Last Twilight and Only Friends do these men justice.

The yellow writing that keeps popping up is throwing me off.

Nice to see the wild ass color scheme is still going strong here, Reon!

The friend group is the reason I showed up every week!

Zo threatening his man while smiling is why I love him the most-est.

Cher made that imaginary intern very cute, but we all know Gun, who doesn't like skinship, would not touch that man like that.

Aoi getting more screen time this outing makes me upset that I didn't get MORE of her in the series. She was the best officemate.

I wonder how the office feels about Cher being ridiculous during office hours when he doesn't even work there. I'd be entertained, honestly, because I love other people's drama.

Okay, this is the tough boss I waited to see the entire series! Where was this jerk for twelve episodes?!

The entire office is really asking Cher to get his man together before they Julius Caesar his ass.

Cher constantly wearing Gun's colors is warming my ice cold heart.

I would love to believe that Gun doing 500 sit-ups is unrealistic, but then I remember Force's body-ody-ody and . . . do what you gotta do to maintain, sir.

I've written this before, but Force looks like a marble statue, and I need him to be in a BL about gym bros. Book can play the guy looking to get fit, and Force can be his trainer. Don't let those arm veins go to waste, GMMTV!

Gun is smiling like a ventriloquist, and it's creepy af.

Y'all, I'm really liking this installment. It's the Vice Versa one all over again. What are they going to do to eff this up?

Cher to Gun - "Are you finished or are you done?"

Why is everyone acting sus at this dinner?

I'm clutching my pearls that Cher's bright idea was to have Three and Zo fight.

I'm so conflicted. I want to be upset, but now Gun just gave Cher jewelry! Then Gun was cocky, and Cher slapped him on the ass. I like this.

The Deja Brew has too much caffeine and I feel my heart beating (I don't like reminders that I have a heart), so I'm gonna be a sober seahorse for the second episode. I'm already regretting this.

Moving into Cher's tiny apartment with this small tub thing instead of Gun's apartment with that huge ass tub was a dumb decision.

Every part of me hopes Gun acts just as amusing as Cher in the office.

Deadass, if I worked in this office with a boss whose boyfriend was this entertaining, I would be thriving. I would never have to drink another drop of water because these antics would keep me hydrated.

Jack has no fucks to give about this role-play situation unfolding during his billable hours.

Did this man have confetti in his pocket for this exact moment?! I'm telling you that I'd be living my best life in this office!

If I was that security guard, I would NOT have paid that 80 baht for Gun. Boss man does not need my hourly wage.

You'd be a custard apple or a pomegranate cause you're being extra! <-I'm using this because I love good commentary about *fruits*

I can't keep writing this, but I genuinely like this! Cher slamming his hand on the table and Gun immediately babying him. Urgh! I'm pleased!

This is giving me What's Wrong with Secretary Kim vibes.

Something keeps happening with the lighting to make the guys seem angelic, and I want to know what pressure the lighting department was under to make this work under these conditions.

I have been a vegetarian for over two decades, yet my meat-eating friends are the picky eaters, so I pop off like Gun just did every time I have to order them food. Why is the order so complicated?! Why three different places?!

Gun having printer and copier issues is the office drama I crave.

"That last sentence was lit." - GMMTV's translators deserve a raise.

Oh my gosh! WHERE IS PORSCHE?!

Aoi gets where I'm coming from. She is not going to let her boss and his boyfriend ruin her happiness. In fact, she embraces the chaos.

Cher is playing with Gun's face, and I'm going to fully admit that I liked this entire installment. They even exchanged colors!

The game idea is actually kinda okay-ish.

This role-playing unlocked a kink in Gun because now he wants to receive and give regularly-scheduled commands. Okay, sir, I see you.

Cher's shirt reads "Error Since Birth" and I LOVE IT!

I'm shocked and appalled about what I'm about to do. I thought I was going to be upset watching this, but I really enjoyed it. The color-coding (that I hated during the show) was consistent here unlike the other previous installments (Vice Versa, The Eclipse, and My School President), the repartee between Cher and Gun never missed, and their chemistry was good as usual. There was no Porsche, we didn't find out about Jack's previous relationship, and I'm pissed we didn't get THIS during the actual series, so . . .

8/10 CockTails for giving me most of what I wanted long after I wanted it.

Now, BRING ME MY SLUTS!

And before anyone asks, I'm in a long-term committed relationship with Pat's hair. That's how much I love it.

[roosterbruiser]

I loved the newest installment of Fuck: The Universe so much! All of Jake and Wisty's various kisses made me want to have a Jake and get to kiss a Jake so, so badly. You make me feel very old and very single (and I'm only 27).

Without further ado, here are my favorite parts and some hopefully not too incoherent screaming about why I loved them.

And this is how Jake gets to wake up now: held tightly in your arms with your body molded around his, your lips pressed against his back, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains you insisted he get (and he does admit that it elevates the room), in the bed that you’ve become a frequent fixture in. But when he breaks it down, when he really dissects these mornings here, he would give every other bit of his comfort away--the ceiling fan being on, all the lights being off, the curtains being closed, the nice sheets, the plush mattress, his mandatory three pillows--just to be in your arms. 

AAAAAHHHHH getting to cuddle Jake as the big-spoon in the morning? Kiss his lovely golden shoulders and feel his muscles move under his skin? Honey I want him so bad.

And you don’t even mean to think it, you don’t even mean to let the feeling wash over you, but you suddenly remember your father doing this with your mother. Picking up her hand and inspecting the manicure, telling her how much he likes the new color. Kissing her knuckles. It makes a softness press into the very marrow of your bones. 

I am sobbing! The thought of Ice being so sweet with Wisty's mama! And I just know that the first time Wisty got a mani pedi with that blueberry nail polish Jake loves to hate as a little girl, Ice did the same thing for her as he did for her mama.

It’s been hard for you to let go like this since the official passing of your father. Your mom has been doing remarkably well, never shedding a tear around you at your weekly lunches and still making a frequent church-date out of Jake. It seems like everyone is moving on so normally, pushing forward. And sometimes you feel like you are, too. You’ve moved in with a serious boyfriend, you’re working on base. But then other times, like today, you dream about your father and feel like the floor has fallen out from under you. You hate it that you’re still so angry, hate it that he’s gone. Jake’s already taken care of you--Hell, you and your family--so much in the past few months. You don’t want him to feel burdened by this grief that plagues you. 

Oh, oh oh! This was such a gut punch. Everything for Jake and Wisty somehow comes back to how they found each other huh? In the worst time of Wisty's life. I love that the only conceivable end to the fight is for Jake to hold Wisty as she cries. It would be a complete 180 for Jake to act any other way in this universe. And I swear to God if he had gone dick-Bagman mode I woulda reached through my phone screen and throttled his golden neck myself.

All of this is just to say that every installment of Fuck:The Universe has been better than the last. I cannot wait to see ever minute of the rest of Jake and Wisty's lives now.

P.S. If you find a Jake wandering around in the wild, please do think of me when you're addressing him to go out to his new home! 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO FOR A WRITER!!! THIS SERIOUSLY JUST MADE MY ENTIRE NIGHT!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! IT'S SO GOOD TO GET FEEDBACK!!!

I literally adore you and you're such a constant form of support!! it's so special!! 27 is also such a gorgeous age!! it's the age Stevie Nicks was when she wrote Landslide and it's a girl boss age!! remember that!!

literally making MYSELF moan when writing about waking up spooning Jake Marie Seresin!! he's everything to me

yeah all the parallels between Ice and Jake make me feel fucking WEEPY!!!

that last gif made me giggle so much!! listen, in Fuck: The Universe we only allow the softest of Jake Seresin's!! Jake is still making up from his stunts in the very first part and he's gonna KEEP making it up to Wisteria! period!

and once again, thank you so much. it means the world and everything more to me that you let me know what you like!! makes my night!!!

and I will absolutely keep you in mind if I find a feral Jake!!

[thelostconsultant]

Out in the open (Invisible string 2)

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: You surprise Max by finally making your relationship public, but the way you do it casts a shadow over it.

part one | part three

Every now and then when he missed you, Max searched the internet for interviews and different videos of you. He wanted to see you and hear your voice, which he knew was almost pathetic, but with the fact you were often in very different time zones, it was sometimes impossible to get a hold of the other. Luckily, he wasn’t alone with this little hobby, he was aware it was your usual activity as well since you sometimes sent him videos or memes of him that managed to make you laugh.

Tonight he found an old video on YouTube, one that was probably recorded in secret at a fancy party based on the cocktail dress you were wearing. You, Robert, and some other people were standing around a bar table, deep in a discussion about something he couldn’t quite understand. Not because it was heavily scientific, more because it just didn’t make any sense without context.

“I always imagined he'd have a very Game of Thrones-y death. He loves camping, so he's gonna be somewhere far from civilization, wandering around the forest like a ghost, then he meets a pack of wild boars–”

“I don't think that's called a pack,” Robert interrupted you.

But it didn’t seem to bother you, because you just rolled your eyes at him and took another sip of the champagne in your hand. “Then a group of wild boars, I don't know, you get it, don't you? Anyway, he bumps into these animals and he's dead by the morning. Sad and probably painful death. We'll miss you though.”

“How can such a brilliant woman talk so much shit? Seriously,” you business partner noted with a laugh as he patted you on the shoulder.

Max couldn't stop smiling. You were a little tipsy in this video, and he could tell you were so much younger, so full of life, and he had only gotten a glimpse of this version of you when you were talking about your passion project back when you first met. Sure, sometimes you acted like this when you were in the safety of your homes, or behind the closed doors of a hotel room, but it was still rarer than he would have preferred.

Because he wanted to bring this side of you out to play with him more often, he wanted to see that carefree young woman you used to be before turning into the serious CEO you were today. Maybe he could be the reason why you let yourself go every now and then, willing to leave your work behind for a short while.

A lot of things had happened since the night of that party. Your relationship was a secret for now, but you used your position as one of the sponsors to attend a few races, which meant you could spend some time together in the midst of chaotic race weekends. Stolen looks and delicate smiles kept him going even during the most frustrating times, along with the promise of meeting later in the day at the hotel you both stayed in.

It wasn't his decision to stay under the radar for now. If it were up to him, he would have already told everyone that he found someone like you, someone smart and funny, a woman who was passionate about everything and everyone she truly cared about. And you apparently cared about him too, because you took the time to learn more about his hobbies, and you also put some real effort into getting along with his cats who hadn't been that happy to have you around in the beginning.

On nights like this, when you were on the other side of the world, he had his weak moments when he felt lonely, wishing he could go to sleep with his arm around your body, feeling it being pressed against his chest. But since you weren't there, he chose to avert his thoughts by doing things that required him to focus, this time in the sim rig as he prepared for the race on Saturday.

It was only around midnight that he tried to call you, because he knew from a few short messages that you exchanged earlier that you were busy working. Maybe by now you would have some time to talk, just for a few minutes to recharge him. But you declined the call, then sent him a quick, preset message that you'd call him back later. With a groan he went to lie down on the bed and typed you a short message.

Max: Just wanted to talk to you before going to sleep. I hope you're okay. Don't work too much.

He had always known he would have to work hard for your attention, but sometimes it was truly tiring. Not like it wasn't the same with him when it was his job that came in the way, he was aware of that. You were always patient with him, the least he could do was being patient with you. Yet, even though he loved you–and he really did–every now and then he wondered if it was worth it. He could have picked a woman who was more available, someone who could spend a lot more time with him.

But then his phone buzzed, and when he took a look at the message you sent, he couldn't believe his eyes at first. He thought it was a joke, but then he remembered you wouldn’t make jokes about things like this.

You: Don't know how, but Christian managed to get me a pass for the weekend last minute. I'm trying to find a pilot who can get me there asap. I'll be there tomorrow. Love you.

After the last race, he had asked you to come with him to Hungary because he had a bad feeling about it and needed someone to be there and support him. Well, considering the team's recent performance, it wasn't hard to figure out things wouldn't get much better this soon. But you said you didn't know if you could come, which was a huge disappointment that he was willing to move on from for the sake of your relationship.

Knowing you made the time to attend was the highlight of his day, and he couldn't wait for you to get there. If you could take off soon, there was a big chance you would make it to qualifying. Knowing you're there could give him the boost he needed, and if he even managed to steal a kiss in a quiet corner, nothing would be able to stop him.

But the next day he kept looking at clocks he passed by between the regular moves to check his phone for new notifications. The session was about to begin but you were nowhere to be found and didn't even send a message to tell him you'd be late. It was total radio silence and he didn't like it at all. What if something happened to you on the way there?

Max: I hope you're okay, babe.

Eventually he pushed these thoughts aside and left his phone behind to get in the car and prepare for Q1. He wasn't happy with how things went, he really did miss the boost you could have given him, but it could have been worse than P3, he could have ended up in a wall like his teammate. After he got out of the car and took care of mandatory rounds, he looked over at his team behind the barrier, and that's when he noticed a familiar face in the front row.

You were there in one piece, waiting for him with a big smile on your face, and this made him forget about his frustration for now. You had never waited for him there, you usually stayed in the garage and met him somewhere quiet, but today for some reason you chose to be here, in front of all those cameras. He didn't know why, but he couldn't care at the moment.

Max exchanged a few words with different team members, for now keeping a safe distance from you as he had no idea how he should behave. And then he noticed you signaling him to come closer. He was a moth and you were the light source, there was no way he could stay away from you, especially when you were the one who called out for him. When he stopped in front of you, you stood on your toes and pulled his head down so you could kiss him, and it was a real kiss that was full of unspoken words. It was a very clear statement from your part, but it was also something intimate, as if it was only the two of you there. 

“Guess this means you're ready to make our relationship public,” he said with a wide grin when he pulled away.

You grabbed the baseball cap he held in his hand and put it on his head with a laugh. “Good job out there.”

“Could have been better.”

You gave him a look that said he shouldn't be so hard on himself, but he wasn't in the mood to explain why he felt that way. You were there, you kissed him in front of all those cameras, it was a really good day after all. But then someone tapped his shoulder and he realized it was time to give an interview now.

Before he left, he gave you another quick kiss. “See you later,” he said, unable to stop grinning as he walked away.

You were sitting on a couch in hospitality later on, shortly after a conversation with Christian about your relationship with Max. Did you put all this money in this team because of him? No. Did it begin after you signed the agreement? Yes. Did you love him? Yes. Were you ready to fight his crazy fans if they came for your head? Yes. Once he made sure his driver was safe, he went back to doing his job, leaving you behind to work as well.

Because life didn’t stop while you were here, and this little stunt of yours required a lot of preparation. For one, your most trusted assistant came with you and followed you like a shadow, working closely with the senior communications manager back home who helped organize interviews for you, sent out a previously written statement in answer to inquiries, and checked the articles that had been published so far. Then there was the social media team which worked overtime, sending you reports about what people were saying about what happened after qualifying.

It was well-coordinated. Clean. Efficient. Calculated. You didn’t want a scandal, you wanted to keep the narrative in your hand. This is why you shared a photo of the kiss with the line, “I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?” in the afternoon, and soon people began to post a photo that was taken moments after the kiss with, “He looks up, grinnin' like a devil.” If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have posted a damn thing, but once your little team discussed this weekend’s possible events, they said you should post something sweet, something that had nothing to do with your usual posts that were mostly connected to your job.

Max: I’ve heard worse, trust me 😉

You smiled at your phone when you read his message, and for the first time, you didn’t feel anxious about your decision. In the past years you buried yourself in projects, not taking the time to meet people your age, not dating anyone, and usually spending your free time in the lab, or at a place where Robert dragged you so you would be among people. Something always told you that in return for your company’s success you didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone, and with years of solitude it became a rule instead of simple paranoia. But things were different now, you finally believed that you were allowed to have fun, to find someone who could love you back.

Later in the day, your assistant returned to her hotel, while you waited for Max to show up. You had no idea what the plan was, but it was clear you didn’t have much time together before his sim race began. It didn’t bother you, you were planning to work anyway, and it’s not like you were leaving the next morning. You would have time for each other eventually, stressing about it wouldn’t be good for either of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would take this long,” Max said with an apologetic smile when he stopped in front of you and held out his hand to pull you up from the couch.

You took the offer and stood up, not letting go of his hand as the two of you began to walk to his car. It was a comfortable silence between you the whole time, but something told you he had something on his mind that he wanted to talk to you about. Because those gorgeous eyes landed on you every now and then, and later settled on you permanently as you sat in his car. Since you didn’t understand why he hadn’t started the engine yet, you raised an eyebrow and asked, “What is it?”

Max drummed on the steering wheel with his fingers, seemingly deep in his thoughts. Just when you were thinking he wouldn’t tell you anything, he took a deep breath that he slowly exhaled before speaking up. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you decided to make our relationship official, but… I don’t know, are you sure about this?”

“You changed your mind? What happened, I thought–”

He shook his head and leaned over to pull you into a kiss. “I didn’t change my mind,” he assured you. “I just want to make sure you’re doing this because that’s what you want.”

You didn’t understand what this was all about. “Why else would I do it?”

For a while he hesitated, and then decided to start the car to leave the track instead of answering your question. A part of you wanted to ask him again, but another knew it would be pointless. He would tell you when he was ready, until then the best you could do was focusing on anything other than the dark thoughts forming in your head. You glanced down at your phone and noticed an earlier message from your assistant.

Sara: I bumped into Max in the paddock on the way out and he asked me why I came here with you. I might have accidentally hinted at our little teamwork with HQ. I’m so sorry.

You asked her not to say a word about it. This was a side mission for you all, he was never supposed to find out. Fucking hell. Assuming this is what bothered him, you licked your lips and turned to him. “You met Sara,” you said quietly. Max looked at you briefly then nodded. “And?”

His jaw tightened as he watched the road, knuckles white from the way he gripped the steering wheel. “You came here to make our relationship official, which would have been the sweetest thing you’ve ever done, yet you turned it into some weird, heavily controlled event with proper mission control behind the scenes,” he finally told you, letting out a relieved sigh after pouring it all on you.

“I don’t like it when things get out of control,” you replied quietly.

“Is this whole thing just a PR stunt for you?” You gave him an angry look, upset that he dared to even consider this option. Seeing your reaction, he gulped and went on. “And what if people reacted negatively? Were you planning to break up with me if they didn’t like us together?”

Shaking your head, you looked out of the window, watching the city pass by. “Now you’re just putting a twist on my words.”

“Answer me.”

“Stop the car, please.”

But Max didn’t seem to be planning to do as you asked, because he looked at you with a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, just answer my question,” he said.

“I don’t know. I have absolutely no idea what I would have done. But so far so good, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Heavy silence filled the car after your words. You felt guilty for saying it, because now that you said it out loud, it sounded terrible. This was a relationship, not some new business you had to be careful with. But this is what you got for not dating anyone, you had absolutely no experience in handling these things. You should have gone with the flow from the beginning instead of keeping everything under strict control.

Your eyes cautiously watched him as he kept driving, his eyes focusing on the road ahead instead of turning to you even for one second. After a gulp, you took a deep breath and prepared to explain yourself. It was damage control at this point, all you could do was hoping for the best. “I don’t spend much time around guys. Or people my age. Or people in general. If that was up to me, I would spend most of my time in the lab. I know it’s not a proper excuse, I just wanted you to know that.”

Max remained silent for the rest of the ride, and he only seemed to pay attention to you again when he parked under the hotel. There he turned off the engine and shifted in the seat to face you. “Look, you need to trust me with this one, okay? Let your employees go home and enjoy the rest of the weekend, while we figure out how to go on on our own. Can you do it?” he asked, a small smile finally showing up on his face.

“But if I end up crying my eyes out after people come at me for dating you, it will be your duty to console me,” you told him quietly.

With a laugh, he reached out to cup your face. “You won’t even remember what they said, I promise.” When you nodded, he leaned over to kiss you, his lips moving slowly in sync with yours. He clearly wanted you to know that he loved you and he wouldn’t go anywhere. “And I’m taking away your phone and laptop after you sent everyone home. No more working while you’re with me,” he added when he pulled away.  

“Okay,” you told him as you covered his hand with yours. “I’ll behave.”

“Good girl. All right, let’s go, I have a race tonight.”

Despite discussing everything in the car and spending as much of the evening tangled under the sheets before the race as you could, there was a dark cloud around Max that he simply couldn’t get rid of. That terrible feeling he had been suffering from for a while was back and didn’t seem to go away anytime soon. His irritation only got worse during the race, which led to some highly emotional exchanges with GP over the radio. Did he regret saying these things? No. Did he think you were disappointed to see him act like this? Maybe.

He couldn’t tell. You kept smiling as you hugged him tightly the moment you had the chance, but there was a look in your eyes he hadn’t seen yet. To be honest, he didn’t even want to know. What would that change? He had a bad day, he was sure you had one of those yourself every once in a while. So for now he just enjoyed your company and turned into some annoyingly clingy boyfriend who couldn’t let go of you.

“I have one little side quest for us,” he told you after the debrief with the team. You were expected to leave the track and go back to the hotel, but he knew this was something you’d be happy to do with him. “Come on, we might be able to catch him before he leaves.” You asked him what this was all about, but he only flashed a mischievous smile at you and shook his head. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”

So he guided you through the crowd until you reached the Ferrari motorhome, and he pulled out his phone to make a phone call when you stopped. He told the person on the other end of the line that you were there, and in a minute or two, Charles walked out with a big smile on his face. Your fingers around his hand tightened and he could see the excitement on your face when you looked at him, and Max immediately knew that he made the right call by organizing this little present.

“People will talk if you hang out around here,” the Monegasque driver said with a laugh before turning to you. “So you’re the reason why he falls off the face of the Earth every now and then. Nice to know you’re secretly supporting us despite sponsoring and sleeping with the enemy.”

Max rolled his eyes, but for now ignored the comment. On his side, you were surprisingly quiet for a while, but then the words began to flow from your lips and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it soon. The two of you got along a little too well, talking about a bunch of things as if you were old friends, and sometimes all he wanted to do was dragging you away from Charles. He didn’t like it when your attention was sticking to someone else, someone who wasn’t talking about your line of work. That he could handle. This? Not so much.

To his luck, it was the Ferrari driver who had to leave first, and so the two of you could finally go back to the hotel to wind down after this long day. In his mind, Max already made plans for the two of you for the next few days as he expected you to stick around and spend some time with him. Maybe they should go back home to check on his cats, or go anywhere else you wanted to visit now that you were here in Europe.

But as it turned out, he should have asked you about it sooner, because when he told you about all the things he had in mind, you admitted that you could only make this trip work because you were on your way to Dubai, where you were expected to attend some event with Robert. There were so many things he wanted to say to this, things that had been bothering him since the beginning, but biting his tongue was the best thing to do for now.

Because he always had a bad feeling about your business partner and mentor. He was in his fifties, he was much older than you, yet the way you sometimes looked at each other planted stupid theories in his brain. It was already weird enough that you had keys to each other’s houses, but who knew what you were doing on these business trips or long nights in the office? Max had to admit that he did look good for his age and he was undeniably charismatic, but he kept telling himself that he was just imagining things, that it was only his stupid jealousy making him see things that probably weren’t there.

“Can I have my phone back?” you suddenly asked him with a mysterious smile on your lips, making it almost impossible to resist.

Almost.

The two of you were getting ready to go out for dinner, so he didn’t really feel like giving it back just yet. “You would start working the moment you get your hands on it, so my answer is no,” he replied before placing a kiss on your forehead.

You sneaked your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest. “I need to check my emails to find someone’s number. I’ll make that call, and then I’m all yours. Please?” you asked as you gave him your best puppy eyes.

With a defeated sigh, Max peeled your hands off himself and went to get the device from his suitcase. When he walked back to you, he gave you a serious look. “You get that number, make one call, then we’re off to the restaurant.”

Nodding, you went out to the balcony to have some privacy, and it took a big effort from him not to go there to eavesdrop. Who the hell were you talking to? If you needed access to your emails to have the number, it probably wasn’t someone you knew well. So he sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled his phone without paying much attention to what he saw there. He was only trying to keep himself busy before he went insane.

Eventually you emerged with a bright smile on your face. “So,” you began as you put your phone on the nightstand next to him, “how about joining me tomorrow? It’ll end on Tuesday, so you’ll have time to travel to the next race.”

“You want me to go with you to that event?”

You shrugged. “Well, your name is on the list now, so if you feel like it, you can join us. It’s up to you, I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with,” you told him.

With a laugh, Max took your hands and pulled you into his lap. “It’s okay,” he told you with a gentle smile as he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re lucky I’m starving, because otherwise we wouldn’t leave bed until it’s absolutely necessary.” You giggled as you leaned down to kiss him, your hands buried in his hair while it seemed like you were trying to swallow him whole. “Okay, baby, food first. Let’s go,” he told you when he pulled away. He saw the disappointment in your eyes, but you still nodded and climbed off him.

Maybe having the chance to get a glimpse into this part of your life would be good for your relationship. He wanted to learn more about it, he just always had a feeling you wanted to separate him and your work. But now you were opening up a little, and he appreciated it more than anything. 

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 5th July

I am intrigued by both titles this week, for entirely different reasons. Both look like they have the potential to be excellent, and where I'm looking at the charts, both also look relatively obscure, meaning I have genuinely very few preconceptions as to what they'll be. Bring it on!

Too Young to Go Steady - Nat King Cole (peaked at Number 8)

Immediately, I enjoy the 1950s slang in the title. People don't "go steady" anymore nowadays, more's the pity. It makes me think of a video I was watching about 1950s dating culture, which if I recall correctly from the video was surprisingly wild, with lots of people going on dates quite casually with multiple partners, before choosing one to finally settle down with and "go steady", dating with an eye towards something more serious.

Based of that, I'm kind of expecting a song about wanting the freedom to date around while you're young? Or of just not wanting to commit too soon? Neither of these seem like obvious Nat King Cole routes to go, but we'll see, I guess. Is this Nat jumping on the rock and rollers' bandwagon and making music for the newly-minted teenagers?

No. No, it very much does not. The giveaway comes all the way in the first verse, when Nat is singing about being too young to commit - but the twist is that it's not him who feels that way! Instead, the song from the get go is about a girl who is claiming they're too young to commit, while Nat's less convinced. She says we're not ready, he croons, But then why am I feeling this way?

It feels like quite a real situation, the sort of thing you could quite easily imagine happening. That doesn't mean that it paints Nat in a great light. Already, lines like Too young, so she tells me / She says we'll have to wait / Why wait till it may be too late? feel a little manipulative, and as the song progresses, Nat's tone turns more petulant, as he asks Must she always act just like a child? / Won't she ever own up, we're grown up? before finally letting his resentment show, singing about how Someday she'll be sorry / Someday just wait and see / She'll wish she'd gone steady with me.

It's not a good look, and honestly, it kind of makes me wonder if Nat's girl's maybe just not that into him? I mean, the whole "she's gonna regret turning me down" vibe is gross and slightly creepy, a real turn-off. If Nat was sensible, he'd just give his girl a bit of time; if it's meant to be, she'll come round. And if not, clearly you're just looking for different things from life. Chalk it up to experience and move on, Nat!

Dubious lyrics aside, it is a perfectly pleasant song. It's Nat King Cole, you know this. The man can sing, and this lushly-instrumented ballad suits his voice well. It's a classy affair, and clearly well-made. Just a shame about the lyrics. You can do better, Nat!

Experiments With Mice - Johnny Dankworth (7)

I really hope that this is a weird one. With a title like that, it's got to be a weird one, right? I mean, what could it possibly - oh, it's jazz versions of Three Blind Mice. I see. That's... refreshingly straightforward, all things considered. It's experimental, and it's about mice. Fair enough.

I do like the little details here, and I suspect if I was a 1950s jazz aficionado I'd like them even more. For one, all the mice are named after different jazz and swing musicians, and after each one is introduced, you get a little variation of the main Three Blind Mice tune, but in the style of that particular musician. I recognised Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller immediately, but unfortunately none of the other names or sounds really popped for me. Still, it was enough for me to get and appreciate the joke, and I can only imagine how fun this would have been if I was getting the other references, if the accuracy of the Goodman and Miller bits is representative.

There's also this slightly echoey spoken voiceover between the sections - Johnny Dankworth himself? Whatever it is, it feels completely different to anything we've heard yet, a bit like a kid's storybook narrator was dropped into the middle of a particularly surreal song. In some ways, it feels like an early track by Pink Floyd, or some similarly silly British prog rock band.

I feel like if this track were much longer than it is, it would maybe annoy me? As it is, it's short enough and whimsical enough for me to give it a pass. It feels like the sort of thing you could do a reasonably funny version of on YouTube or Tiktok today, updating the musical references to something more contemporaneous - and I guess that's part of the reason why novelty records were so big, in this age before streaming. They were your source of silly musical memes to bond over and laugh at together, as much as a track to actually enjoy as a piece of music. So I can appreciate that.

Yeah, I had thoughts and feelings about both of these tracks. One was by far my favourite, though - I'll take nonsense with a strong gimmick over slightly whiny complaining any day!

Favourite song of the bunch: Experiments With Mice

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Bsd Is Kinda A Genius Anime: Pt 4

We're doing the Hunting Dogs this time!

Let's goooo!

(I said I'd stop doing this at night, but I guess I lied. *sigh*)

(I've already done Fukuchi, so it's only four characters this time around.)

Teruko Ōkura

Ability: Gasp of the Soul

I'm sorry, her ability is what? I just read the Fandom for her gift, and it is wild as shit. I'm not explaining it, cause you can find out in the anime (I think), but holy fuck. Ok.... let's see.... Her RLC was a student of Natsume's RLC (I really need to do this for him. I'll do it in the Special Operation's one.), and her RLC was recognized by Ranpo's RLC. I couldn't find much else besides basic biographies of her life, so Ima check for the book now. Ok, this book is as wild as her own ability. Shit. It's basically about these mysterious events happening in an auction of a clan's family heirloom, which is a letter from the deceased mother saying that she maintained her youthful appearance by making artificial bodies, and one of the heirs disappears? So.... maybe Teruko is from a big clan? I mean, the ability is spot on, and it's still fucking creepy.

(I think I did Tachihara already, but I'll have to check that, so it's only 3 characters I guess.)

Saigiku Jōno

Ability: Priceless Tears

I'm not gonna lie, this guy is a favorite of mine, so I really hope his RLC and RLC's novel doesn't mess that up. Yet again, not much on his actual RLC, which is disappointing. Also, you're telling me his heightened senses aren't his ability? Well, I guess all of the Hunting Dogs were given heightened abilities. Makes sense. The play that Jono's ability is based on doesn't really work together all too well, and I'm not gonna explain what the Fandom says because in my search I came across something here that is absolutely amazing, and if you want to check out the Fandom to find out what the play is about, don't. Just go to the link I put there. Someone put a lot of work into updating the Fandom and I'd like for them to be recognized, so check out the post. :3 Anyway, not much on this guy, which is sad.

Tetchō Suehiro

Ability: Plum Blossoms in Snow

And now we get to the Megumi-Ranpo mix. He's the last one and I can go to sleep after making a shorter post. *happy* Anyway! There's a lot more for this guy, so I should be able to find something. Emmm.... The only connection and I can find his RLC and himself is that his RLC was of samurai lineage and graduated from a samurai school, which could be a connection to how Tetcho acts? Idk. The book has almost no correlation to the ability. The book is just about these two unnamed people from 2040 in Tokyo talking about three specific peoples involvement on politics in the Meiji period. (Which I had to look up and is from 1868-1912, so why would people in 2040 be talking about that.)

(And since I still have time, I guess I'll do him.)

Sōseki Natsume

Ability: I am a Cat

I swear if that's an actual novel... Oh my shit it is. So, his RLC had his hand in a lot of different jars, which I guess Natsume also does? Not much else for that. "I Am a Cat" is about the life of a cat. It anthropomorphizes the cat and basically details the life around it, which it lives a very extravagant life. A very easy and clean connection.

Anyway, that it's for this go! Next I'll do the Special Operations Division. That shouldn't be too long either, I hope.