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Fixing Tracy Chapter 7: Routine

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She’ll figure something out. She just has to wait and gather information, and she’ll figure something out. That’s the plan. She has a plan, she’s not powerless.

She’s… she has to accept that she’s in here for the long haul. She’s going to have to find a new job when she escapes, and comfort Alicia after the stress of losing her sister and not knowing why. 

She can do it. She just needs to buckle down. No more crying and pouting and freaking out.

Tracy falls into a routine with Molly. They eat breakfast together in the mornings, Tracy usually letting Molly make it herself. There are chains attaching all of the pots and pans to hooks inside the drawers, now. She hadn't noticed, but Molly probably did it right after the time Tracy tried to use a frying pan as a weapon. The chains are long enough that the pots and pans can be taken basically anywhere in the kitchen, but not outside of it, which Tracy supposes makes sense.

Usually they eat in silence, but sometimes Molly talks a bit about herself.

“Would it help you settle in if you knew more about me? I keep forgetting I’m basically a stranger to you. Hmm… I’ve always wanted to take care of people, ever since I was very small. I’ve tried all sorts of things. I was a therapist for a while, a nurse for a while… I even did politics for a bit.”

“Then… why? Why wasn’t that good enough? Why’d you have to— why’d you kidnap me?”

“…that would just upset you. You know full well there’s no answer to that question that you would be happy with. Let’s talk about something else.”

After breakfast, they usually do something together, like watching a movie or playing games. Tracy does her best to be friendly and engage Molly in conversation in the hopes that she'll let something important slip, but more often than not Tracy just gets too frustrated with Molly to do anything but scream at her or be silent, and she usually chooses the latter.

After that, they have lunch. Molly is a good cook, and Tracy finds herself eating a lot more than she did before Molly kidnapped her. She ignores the gnawing thought in the back of her head that she hasn’t earned this, because she has no doubt Molly would find a way to force her to eat if she refused.

That’s… that’s taking comfort in being powerless. That’s what Molly wants. 

No, no. She’s choosing to eat so that she’s strong enough to fight back. She doesn’t have to earn food. Her needs aligning with Molly’s wants benefits her, not Molly. Her priority is escape, not defiance.

“How… um… how did you get me here?”

“You don’t want to talk about—“

“Stop that!” She’s already shaking with rage. Talking to Molly without screaming is impossible, sometimes. “Stop acting like you know what I want better than I do!”

Molly stares at her like a deer in headlights. “I… um… you don’t like it when I apologize. I’ll just… um, I waited until a night when you were alone in your apartment, then I waited until you were asleep, and then I brought you home.”

“I knew that much! I’m asking how!”

“Right. I… drugged you. I’m sor— nevermind.”

Tracy waits for her to continue, but she doesn’t. Deep breaths. “…And my stuff? All of my clothes are here.”

“Just packed it up in my trunk. And I took your phone, which you know, and your keys and wallet and stuff so it would look like you left on your own.”

So no one’s looking for Tracy. She deflates. It’s still information, though. She got some information. She’ll just ask a couple more things so that it wasn’t obvious she was fishing for that. “You had time to fold up all my clothes and put them in the dresser and closet. What the fuck did you drug me with?”

“You wouldn’t recognize the name of the drug. It only took a few hours to organize your stuff, anyway. I didn’t— it wasn’t dangerous, I promise. You were perfectly safe the whole time.”

Tracy jumps to her feet without thinking. “You only drugged me once? And it only lasted a few hours?”

“Yes. You’re so clever, figuring that out from what I said.”

There’s no sarcasm in Molly’s voice. It’s a completely sincere compliment, and it makes Tracy’s stomach turn.

A few hours by car could still be quite a ways away from her apartment, but… she’s probably still in the same state. She shouldn’t have too hard of a time getting home after escaping.

That’s what she was already assuming, but having it confirmed is still very helpful. She’s on a roll, gathering-information-wise. It… probably wasn’t actually a ‘jump out of her chair in excitement’ level discovery, and now it’s really obvious she was fishing for information relevant to her escape… but that’s fine. She can work with that.

After lunch, Tracy usually takes a nap. She hasn’t just been eating a lot more, she’s been sleeping a lot more, too, and she’s positive she’s being drugged despite Molly’s insistence to the contrary.

“…Please stop drugging me. You don’t have to, I’m not a danger to myself or others right now, right?” All she can do is ask. Molly is the one who stocks the kitchen, so as far as Tracy knows, literally all of her options for food are drugged.

“Dear, I’m not drugging you, I promise.”

“But I’ve never been this tired before! I’ve never slept this much every day, or napped, or anything like that! How could I possibly believe you’re not drugging me?” There’s a mortifying lump in her throat that makes her voice come out sounding more scared than angry.

“Tracy, dear… you averaged four hours of sleep a night before you got here. You were in survival mode, and your body saw no point in using its limited resources to ask for sleep. But now you’re safe. Now you can heal, and that takes a lot more energy than surviving. You’ll feel less tired as your body adjusts and recovers from the constant stress you were under.”

That sounds like bullshit. Tracy is positive she’s being drugged. 

After her nap, Tracy usually takes advantage of the little gym setup Molly made. It’s really just a treadmill, a pull-up bar, and a few yoga mats, but it’s better than nothing. Sometimes Molly joins her, but usually she just sits and reads while Tracy tries to build her strength.

Afterwards, they have dinner. Often, Molly uses the time while Tracy is napping to bake some kind of treat, so there’s usually dessert. Then Tracy showers, brushes her teeth, and goes to bed. Molly always offers to stay with her, and Tracy always refuses. She knows now that Molly will never fall asleep in front of her unless Tracy's restrained or drugged, so there's no point.

Time goes by so fast. Before Tracy knows it, her hands and black eye have healed, and she still hasn’t made any real progress towards escaping. She's even considered setting a fire to try and force Molly to let her upstairs, but there's a fire sprinkler system on the ceiling. 

Molly hasn't restrained or shocked her since the time Tracy tried to take the cattle prod from her. She doesn't seem to be looking for reasons to do either, and Molly never seems even slightly annoyed with Tracy no matter how nasty Tracy is to her. She genuinely seems to want Tracy to be happy, even if she's really, really bad at it.

Every night, before going upstairs to bed, Molly tells her she loves her. Every night, Tracy believes her a little more.

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[uncle-mick]

hey uncle mick, i had this thought about being drugged and being taken advantage of-

Yeah roo? You gonna finish that?

Uncle gives you a drink, and when you mention it has a weird taste, he brushes it off by saying alcohol does that. You've had alcohol before, and it's never tasted like that...but you trust uncle and end up finishing the drink anyway.

You look in the bottom and see a weird gritty texture before uncle takes the cup and praises you for drinking it all. You forget about the gritty texture, lapping up the praise.

Within 10 minutes, you feel...weird. Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth and your eyelids feel heavy and everything feels too heavy. You mumble something, enough for uncle to realise it's hit. And you swear he gets this wide, predatory grin. You can't be sure though, your eyelids keep slipping shut.

Uncle coos at you, asking if the alcohol made you feel woozy. You nod sluggishly, maybe the drink he gave you was really strong. It's never hit this hard or this fast. Uncle tuts softly, and you feel yourself getting pulled down in your seat a bit. You can't understand fully what's happening, but somehow your pants and underwear have disappeared, and something solid is between your legs, stopping you closing them.

You whine, opening your eyes a little. Oh that's fine, it's just uncle between your legs. He's safe, he won't hurt you. You yelp as cold, slippery fingers find your hole, rubbing a little to spread the slippery feeling a bit before the fingers push slightly, your body giving way easily. You're so relaxed, it feels weird but when uncle crooks his fingers (he got 2 in that easy?) up, he hits something inside that makes your sluggish body light up a bit.

You can faintly hear something, and you realise it's you, gasping and moaning a little as uncle works you open. The fingers leave, and you feel uncle moving between your legs before something hotter and wider than his fingers presses against your slick hole. Whatever it is is also slick enough that when he pushes forward, it slides in easy until it gets wider, and wider...

You whine and try to squirm away, the stretch doesn't hurt, nothing hurts really, you can barely feel your arms or legs. But it's uncomfortable, the pressure is insistent and you try to push it out. Uncle doesn't let you. You won't remember it, but uncle grabs your hips while you squirm and drags you towards him, thrusting forward at the same time. You can hear noises again, this time it's uncle, groaning as he sheaths himself entirely in your hot, tight body with a hard shove.

You don't remember a lot of it. You can remember uncle's hands everywhere, going up your shirt, in your mouth, gripping your waist. You can remember his scratchy stubble against your cheek and neck, muttering and praising. You can kind of remember that spot inside you lighting up again and again.

You stand in the shower with your uncle the next morning. He teases you for being "hungover" as he washes your hair carefully, tucking wet strands behind your ears and kissing you on the head. You ask if you can have more of that special drink tonight, and you swear you can feel his cock twitch where it's pressed against your back when he says "Sure kiddo, anything you want."

[fangdokja]

🔞“He says he’d do anything for you. But would you believe him?”

❤︎ Synopsis. Beneath his playful smile lies a predator in waiting—muscles honed for control, a filthy mind veiled by charm, and a dark obsession that festers with every glance you give him. You think he’s harmless, but when his restraint finally snaps, you’ll learn just how wrong you’ve been.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Best Friend x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Unspoken Desires - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 5,283

♡ TW. dom + top + older + sadistic yandere, general non-con + manipulation, fear play, isolation, monitoring, non-con kissing and/or touching, forced relationship, BDSM, depression and mental illnesses, implied suicidal tendencies, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masturbation, hinted needle play, degradation, name calling, implied drugging

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr content guidelines involving mental illnesses, self-harm, and suicide, some plot details of the original story were purposefully made ambiguous to fit the platform.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who grew up with you in a tiny village nestled deep in the heart of a high fantasy world, where magic thrummed beneath the earth like a heartbeat and gods were whispered about in the rustling of leaves. A world where war and peace ebbed and flowed like the tides, and your childhood playgrounds were forests that spoke in riddles and rivers that glowed faintly under moonlight.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who first met you when you saved his life—or maybe he saved yours. You can’t even remember anymore. But you were just kids back then, barely old enough to wield a knife, much less survive a wolf attack in the woods. He’d laughed with bloodied teeth and sparkling eyes, like almost dying was the best day of his life.

"You’re an idiot," you’d muttered as you yanked him out of the beast’s jaws, dragging him behind a tree.

"Yeah, but you saved me," he grinned through bloodied teeth, his grin wide enough to split his face.

"Only so I don’t have to explain to everyone else why I let you die."

"Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was always a little too much—too fast, too loud, too bright. The kind of kid whose presence filled every corner of a room, whose schemes were impossible to ignore, and whose laugh could somehow make you feel both exhausted and alive.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was the sun, burning at a temperature that should’ve incinerated him, and you? You were the moon, distant and cold, orbiting him only because you didn’t mind the warmth.

"You’re like a puppy," you said once, watching him pace excitedly as he rattled off yet another harebrained scheme.

"Like a what?" He froze mid-step, his eyes wide with mock offense.

"A puppy. Annoying, loud, and too full of energy."

"I am not annoying!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms out dramatically. "I’m charming."

"Sure you are."

"And loud? That’s just passion!"

"Passion’s another word for obnoxious, you know."

He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. "Take it back!"

"No."

"You’re heartless!"

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was your partner in everything. You weren’t just two kids in a village—you were an unstoppable duo, a myth in the making. Climbing mountains to see if you could touch the clouds, sneaking into the elder’s home to steal forbidden scrolls, setting traps for monsters that only existed in bedtime stories.

"You’re going to get us caught," you whispered as he crouched beside the elder’s door, fiddling with the lock.

"Not if you keep watch," he replied, grinning like this was the most fun he’d ever had.

"Keep watch? I’m not an accomplice to your idiocy."

"Too late. You’re already here."

"By force."

"Uh-huh. And yet you’re still standing here, helping me."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "I hate you sometimes."

"Only sometimes? I must be doing something right!"

Everyone else thought he was insane, but you always followed. Not because you believed in his harebrained schemes, but because his chaos made you feel alive in a way you didn’t understand.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who was terrifyingly smart in ways that shouldn’t have been possible. He didn’t just think outside the box; he dismantled it, set it on fire, and then asked why it existed in the first place. He could weave together plans and schemes that made grown adults stammer in awe—or fear.

"You’re going to blow us up one day," you deadpanned as he rigged a trap out of nothing but twigs and string.

"Not ‘blow up,’" he corrected, his hands moving deftly. "Just… scare off the bad guys."

"Bad guys? You mean the squirrels?"

"They’re shifty little things."

"You’re insane."

"And yet, you’re still standing here."

"To see how you plan to die this time."

But he was also the same boy who fell into rivers because he forgot they were slippery, or who got stuck in a tree because he didn’t think about how he’d climb back down.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, even as a child, hated the idea of losing you. He didn’t show it in ways you’d notice—he wasn’t clingy or possessive yet—but he’d always insist on being there.

"You don’t have to follow me everywhere," you grumbled one day, watching him trail behind you.

"Yeah, but what if something happens to you?" he said, grinning like it was a joke.

"Like what? Tripping on a rock?"

"You joke, but rocks are deadly."

"You’re impossible."

"And you’re stuck with me."

Wherever you went, whatever you did, he was there. Even when he got mad at you, even when you got mad at him, the idea of being apart was something neither of you could bear.

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♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, as you both grew older, turned your childhood games into full-fledged adventures.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who always made sure you had his back, just as he had yours. It didn’t matter if you were facing bandits, cursed creatures, or labyrinths that seemed impossible to escape—he would always find a way to pull you through.

And you’d do the same for him, even when he tried to stop you. Especially when he tried to stop you.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who hated how you always put yourself in danger for him.

Whether it was throwing yourself in front of an attack, volunteering to distract enemies so he could escape, or using the last of your strength to save him, it drove him absolutely insane.

He’d smile through gritted teeth, trying to play it off as his usual carefree self, but you could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands clenched into fists.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started to argue with you more and more because of it.

At first, it was just teasing jabs—“You know, one day you’re going to get yourself killed pulling stunts like that.”

But when you kept doing it, his tone grew sharper, his words harsher. “Do you even care about your own life? Do you think I’d just let you throw yourself away like that?!”

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, despite his frustration, couldn’t stop you.

No matter how many times he argued, begged, or outright yelled at you to stop risking yourself, you always brushed him off with that infuriatingly calm logic of yours.

“If I didn’t, you’d be dead. So what’s the problem?” And every time you said it, he felt like his chest was going to explode—partly from anger, but mostly from fear.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who would never admit it, but the thought of losing you terrified him more than anything else in the world.

He’d rather lose a limb, his powers, even his own mind, if it meant keeping you safe.

And the fact that you didn’t seem to value your life as much as he did made something dark and desperate coil in his chest.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, during one of your worst arguments, snapped. His usual charm and humor vanished, replaced by raw, unfiltered rage.

“Do you think I need your sacrifices? That I’m some helpless idiot who can’t survive without you throwing yourself in harm’s way? I’m not weak, and I don’t want to watch you die for me, do you understand that?!”

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who stormed off after that, leaving you both in silence for hours, maybe even days.

But when he came back, he wasn’t angry anymore.

His voice was calm, his smile soft, but there was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you in case you disappeared.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started to take more control over your adventures after that. He’d laugh and joke like normal, but he always seemed to steer you away from the most dangerous paths, even if it meant taking longer to reach your destination.

And if you ever tried to put yourself in harm’s way again, he’d find a way to stop you—whether it was with words, tricks, or, in the most extreme cases, outright forcing you to stay behind.

———

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who never thought he liked you as anything more than a best friend. You were his partner-in-crime, his constant, the only person who truly understood him. He couldn’t imagine his life without you, but that didn’t mean he liked you like that.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who felt something strange the first time you smiled at someone else like you smiled at him.

It was during one of your adventures—a random stranger you helped along the way. They cracked a joke, and for the first time, you laughed. Not your usual quiet, wry chuckle, but something brighter, something real. He grinned along with you, but inside, something cold and heavy settled in his chest.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t understand why it bothered him so much when others got too close to you.

You’d always been his.

Not in a romantic way—just in the way best friends were.

You were his partner, his moon, the person he trusted more than anyone.

But when someone else tried to share your attention, that bad feeling in his chest twisted into something darker.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started noticing it more and more.

The way you’d listen to someone else’s plans without questioning them, even though you always teased his. The way you didn’t hesitate to step between someone else and danger, even though you knew it would make him furious. The way your expression softened when you thought no one was watching, as if you never looked at him like that.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who told himself it was nothing, just a weird phase.

Maybe he was overthinking it.

He had no reason to be upset.

You were his best friend—you weren’t going anywhere. But the more he thought about it, the more that thought didn’t feel like enough.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started acting without realizing it. His smiles grew sharper when others talked to you, his words more cutting, his presence heavier. He’d laugh it off when you called him out, waving his hand like it was all a joke, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t.

He just couldn’t figure out why.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who, during one of your adventures, snapped at you for the first time in a way that wasn’t about your safety.

It was something small—someone you met on the road had complimented you, and you’d actually smiled back.

He didn’t know what came over him, but before he could stop himself, he was already muttering, “You’re just going to smile at anyone now, huh? What’s next, inviting them to join us?”

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who immediately regretted it when you frowned and looked away. You didn’t argue back, didn’t tease him like usual. You just stayed quiet, which somehow felt worse than anything you could’ve said.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who started avoiding the subject entirely after that. He went back to his usual carefree self—laughing, joking, pulling you into more wild adventures.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t know why he felt this way until one night, while camping under the stars, he caught himself staring at you. The way the firelight flickered across your face, the way your usually emotionless eyes softened when you stared into the flames, the way you always sat close enough for him to feel your warmth but never closer.

Something in his chest ached, and for the first time, he realized why.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to ruin what you had, didn’t want to think about what it might mean.

But he couldn’t stop himself from wondering. Wondering if anyone else could make you smile the way he did.

Wondering if anyone else could be your constant.

———

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who isn’t stupid—he knows you don’t see him the way he sees you.

He can tell by the way you laugh around him, carefree and unguarded, like you’re sharing a joke with an older brother. By the way you roll your eyes at his antics, always more amused than annoyed.

By the way you lean on him, not like someone who’s in love, but like someone who trusts him to always be there, no matter what.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who knows he’s just your best friend, the person who drags you on adventures and watches your back.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But that doesn’t stop the knot in his chest from tightening every time you treat him like something so casual.

Like he’s just another part of your world, instead of your entire world, the way you are to him.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who wonders sometimes if he’s being selfish, wanting more than what you’re already giving him. You let him into your life, trusted him in a way you trusted no one else. But it wasn’t enough.

It was never enough.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who pretends it doesn’t bother him, flashing his usual grin and cracking jokes whenever you call him out for being clingy.

“Can you blame me? You’re my favorite person in the world! No one else even comes close.” But underneath the laughter, his mind is racing, twisting, plotting.

Because if you couldn’t love him the way he loved you, then he’d just have to make sure no one else could either.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who starts pushing the boundaries of your friendship without you even noticing.

Casual touches linger just a second too long, playful teasing takes on a sharper edge, and his protectiveness turns into something almost suffocating. If you notice, you don’t say anything—maybe because it’s easier to brush it off as just him being his usual self. But he knows better.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who tells himself it’s fine.

That he can wait. That you’ll realize it eventually.

That you’ll see no one else will ever understand you the way he does, no one else will ever protect you the way he does, no one else will ever love you the way he does.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who grows darker, quieter, when someone else gets too close to you. The usual charm and humor are still there, but there’s something off about the way he smiles, too sharp and too cold.

He won’t say anything at first, just watching, waiting, calculating.

But if they try to take you away, to pull you out of his orbit, that’s when things start to unravel.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who starts isolating you without you even realizing it. He’s the only one who can keep up with you, the only one who knows how to handle your quirks and your flaws.

The only one who will never leave you. He plants the idea so carefully, so subtly, that you don’t even question it.

It’s just the way things are.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who knows, deep down, that you don’t love him the way he loves you.

Not yet, at least. But that’s okay.

Because he doesn’t need your love—he just needs you.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who tells himself it doesn’t matter how long it takes. Days, months, years—it’s all the same to him.

Because in the end, you’ll cave.

You’ll see that no one else could ever love you the way he does. That no one else could ever deserve you.

———

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who didn’t even realize how far gone he was until one day, when you were bathing, he accidentally walked in.

You didn’t scream, didn’t flinch, didn’t even care.

Just stared at him with those cold, emotionless eyes of yours and calmly said, “Door’s unlocked.”

As if it was nothing.

As if the sight of your bare skin, the water sliding down your body, wouldn’t haunt him for the rest of his life.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who felt his breath catch in his throat, his usual wit failing him for once.

He laughed it off awkwardly, muttered some excuse about needing something, and stumbled out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

But the image of you was burned into his mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard he tried to shake it off.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who hated himself for it, hated how much his body reacted to you.

He wasn’t supposed to think about you like this, wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

But no matter how much he tried to fight it, the memory of you kept creeping back in, setting his skin on fire and making his heart race.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who found himself lying awake that night, your image replaying in his mind on an endless loop.

He could still see the way the water glistened on your skin, the way your hair clung to your shoulders, the way you looked at him so casually, so apathetically, as if you had no idea what you were doing to him.

———

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who you’ve always seen as a goofy, harmless puppy.

Sure, he’s tall and muscular—towering over most people effortlessly—but his easygoing attitude and boyish charm have always made him seem more like a loyal guard dog than anything remotely dangerous. You’ve never thought twice about sharing space with him, leaning on him, treating him like the oversized, overprotective best friend he appears to be.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who knows exactly what you think of him. He plays his part so well: the playful idiot, the one who makes you laugh when you’re down, the one who keeps you safe without asking for anything in return.

And while some parts of that are true, they’re far from the whole story. Because the truth is, underneath that sunshine grin and those puppy-dog eyes, he’s not your harmless protector. He’s something much darker, much more dangerous, and he hides it all so well.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who doesn’t just want you—he wants to own you.

Every glance, every laugh, every little touch you give him fuels something primal inside of him, something he keeps locked away beneath layers of charm and wit. Did you think his broad shoulders and ripped physique were just for show?

That all those hours spent training, honing his body, were just about looking good? No. It was for you. It’s always been for you. To keep you safe. To keep others away.

To ensure that when the time comes, no one—not even you—could stop him from taking what’s his.

———

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who goes home after a long day with you, his head swimming with the way your body brushed against his, the way your apathetic expression softened for just a second when you cracked one of your rare, sarcastic jokes.

It’s unbearable, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his chest, and by the time he’s alone, he’s already burning up with the need for release.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who hates how much power you have over him. Hates how weak you make him feel when he’s wrapped around your little finger, playing the role of your goofy best friend when all he really wants is to pin you down and make you look at him differently—to see him not as your protector, but as something darker.

Someone who could ruin you in ways you’ve never even imagined.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who locks himself in his room, leaning back against the door with a sharp exhale, his muscles tight with tension.

The second his hand dips into his waistband, it’s like a dam breaking. He doesn’t even try to fight it anymore. His mind goes straight to you—how you’d feel, how you’d sound, how you’d look beneath him, your apathetic mask cracking under the weight of his touch.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who starts slow, dragging his hand lazily over his length as he pictures the way you’d squirm beneath him, trying to keep your composure. He knows you’d fight him at first—of course you would—but he also knows how easily you’d give in if he played his cards right.

How easily he could shatter your walls and make you depend on him, need him, the way he needs you.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who whispers your name under his breath, his voice rough with desperation as his strokes grow faster, harder, more erratic.

His mind races with all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to mark you, claim you, destroy you so completely that no one else could ever have you the way he does.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who bites his lip to muffle the low, guttural sounds escaping his throat, his free hand gripping the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turn white.

He pictures you underneath him, tears welling in your eyes as you try to push him away, only to melt under his touch. The thought makes his head spin, and his hips jerk up involuntarily as he chases his release.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who finally spills with a choked groan, your name falling from his lips like a broken prayer. The pleasure rips through him like a tidal wave, leaving him trembling and breathless, his body taut with the intensity of it.

But as the high fades, a darker satisfaction settles over him, mixed with a burning hunger that refuses to be quenched.

♡ Yandere! Best Friend who leans back against the wall, wiping a hand over his face as he catches his breath.

He feels no guilt, no shame—only a gnawing desire for more.

Because this isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.

He wants you for real, not just in the dark recesses of his mind.

———

You lay there, the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing the only thing that pierced the quiet of the night. The warmth of the small, candlelit room was comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, dark woods outside the village walls.

You were nestled in your bed, the soft fabric of your nightgown clinging to your body as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your dreams filled with the excitement of the adventures you and your best friend had shared throughout the years.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your form, his gaze hungry and possessive. He'd been watching you for hours, his thoughts growing darker with every passing minute.

He knew you didn't see him the way he saw you, but that was a problem that could be rectified.

He took a deep breath, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants, and whispered to himself, "Mine. You're always mine." His grip tightened as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving your peaceful face.

The sound of his zipper was the only disturbance in the stillness, and he felt his heart pound in his chest as he grew harder at the thought of you, his untouchable moon.

"Sleep tight, fucktoy," he murmured, a twisted smile playing on his lips, "because when you wake up, you'll finally know who you truly belong to."

The tension grew palpable as his strokes grew quicker, his breathing becoming ragged and erratic. He was lost in his own twisted fantasy, imagining the way your eyes would widen in shock and fear as you awoke to find him there, invading your personal space, claiming what he believed was rightfully his.

"You think you can ignore me?" he whispered harshly, the anger and frustration in his voice barely contained.

"You think I don't notice when you laugh with others, when you let them touch you?" His hand moved faster, his teeth clenched in determination. "You're mine, and you always will be. I'll make sure of it."

His eyes roved over your body, lingering on the curve of your hip, the swell of your breasts, and the delicate line of your neck. The urge to reach out and touch you, to mark you in some way, was almost overwhelming.

But no, not yet.

The anticipation was too sweet.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress groaning slightly under his weight. The room was suffocating in its darkness, only the flickering candle on the bedside table casting dancing shadows across your peaceful face.

He could see the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft sound of your breaths echoing in the quiet space. It was a sound he'd become all too familiar with, a sweet melody that lulled him into a sense of security and power.

His hand moved under the covers, the fabric of his own trousers straining against his growing arousal. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his breaths even as he touched himself.

His eyes never left you, studying every curve and line of your body as if he could burn the image into his mind. You were so close, yet so far away. It was infuriating, a constant reminder of what wasn't his.

Yet.

He corrected the thought in his head with a smirk.

You were his, had always been his, even if you didn't know it yet.

He'd make sure of it.

His hand stroked faster, the wet sounds of his self-indulgence seeming too loud in the otherwise silent room. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of triumph as he watched your chest rise and fall, oblivious to the dark desires that swirled around you like a tempest.

"Bitchy cumdump," he murmured under his breath, the word a vile whisper that seemed to hang in the air like a curse.

"Rape slut." He liked those names, the way they painted a picture of you that was so much more… palatable than the cold, untouchable moon you portrayed to him.

But you could also be warm, alive, full of passion and fire, and he knew it.

He just hadn't figured out how to make you burn for him alone.

His hand stroked himself roughly, his eyes never leaving your sleeping form. You had your back to him, the soft curves of your body hidden beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown.

It was almost translucent, revealing the shadowy outline of your curves, your skin so pale it seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering through the window.

His eyes roved over you greedily, taking in every detail, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay beneath that delicate exterior.

He reached out with his other hand, the one not busy with his own desires, and traced a line down your spine.

You shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, but you remained asleep. The sound of his own breath grew heavier, his strokes more frantic as he felt the heat of your body through the fabric.

"Mine," he whispered again, his voice low and guttural.

It was a promise, a vow that echoed in the quiet of the room, a declaration of war against anyone who dared to claim you.

His breath hitched as he reached the peak of his desire, his hand moving faster and faster as he thought of claiming you, making you his in every way possible.

With a low, primal growl, he came, his seed spilling onto the bed sheets.

The warmth and wetness of his release brought him back to reality, his hand slowing as he stared at the evidence of his obsession with you.

His heart raced in his chest, a heady mix of longing and satisfaction coursing through his veins. He had never felt so alive, so powerful, so… right.

He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still glued to your form. You hadn't stirred, hadn't woken up.

It was like you were a doll, a perfect creation made just for his amusement.

He felt a twisted sense of pride that you hadn't noticed his depravity, that his need for you was so strong it could only be expressed in the dark when you were at your most vulnerable.

But that would change.

Oh, how it would change.

As he withdraws his hand from the warmth of his climax, he was careful not to disturb you, his eyes lingering on the soft rise and fall of your chest. He reaches for a cloth beside the bed to clean up the mess he’s made, his mind racing with thoughts of what he’ll do next to claim you fully.

He’s always been the one to watch over you, the one to save you, the one who understands you better than anyone else.

But now, it’s no longer enough to just be your best friend.

He reaches under his bed, his hand brushing against the cold, rough fabric of a hidden bag.

The zipper whispers open, revealing an assortment of morally questionable items: ropes, gags, handcuffs, and a few bottles of clear liquid with handwritten labels. The scent of leather and something else—something darker—wafts out, mingling with the stale air of the room.

His breath hitches as he runs his fingers over the contents, feeling the weight of each item. They're tools of his obsession, tokens of the future he's crafting in his twisted mind.

His eyes flicker back to you, sleeping so peacefully, so utterly unaware of what's to come.

He pulls out a syringe from the bag, the cold metal glinting in the moonlight.

With practiced hands, he fills it with a pink liquid, the viscous substance swirling within the glass tube like a trapped, desperate thing.

It's a potion of his own making, something that would ensure that when the time came, you'd be too compliant to resist him.

He's not a complete monster—he doesn't want to take you by force, not yet at least.

But he knows that the path to your heart is paved with fear and obedience.

He rolls the plunger between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the liquid warm against his skin. The anticipation of using it on you makes his breath catch.

He watches you sleep, the fabric of your nightgown clinging to your body like a second skin. His eyes trace the gentle curves of your breasts and the way your hips dip before flaring out, the shadow between your thighs taunting him with what lies beneath.

The urge to claim you fully is overwhelming, but he reminds himself that patience is key.

Instead, he allows his gaze to linger, his hands straying to the syringe filled with his homemade potion—a blend of aphrodisiac and sedative that would make you pliable in his hands. He imagines pushing it into your soft flesh, watching as the liquid fills you, turning you into a vessel of his desires.

He reaches out with trembling hands, his breath shallow and ragged with anticipation. His fingertips graze the soft fabric of your nightgown, tracing the line of your slit, feeling the heat radiating from your body. You stir slightly in your sleep, but do not wake, oblivious to the violation he's about to commit. He gently parts the fabric, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the room.

He takes one of the syringes filled with his potion and holds it up to the moonlight, admiring the way the liquid shimmers. "Soon, you'll be mine," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, thick with lust and possession.

He brings the needle closer, poised at the entrance of your pussy, savoring the moment. "And no one will ever be able to take you from me."

♡ A/N. Actually I was trying to write wholesome, then it went to my usual writing style oop. Though, I wouldn't really say this is explicit. Seems lax for me, but that also has its own appeal.

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[moongreenlight]

Nanny!Reader x John Price hnnnnngh

Tw/Cw: Cheating, mentions of drug use and abuse.

@ceilidho put the words ‘marriage kink’ and ‘ambiguous gray blob wife’ into my head and it has been eating away at my psyche for DAYS.

The Maddie from Euphoria of it all, honestly.

Getting the job through a Craigslist ad because it pays better than some of the office jobs you’d been perusing and it comes with free housing and a car to use? It’s a no brainer.

The kids are alright. Spoiled, but not entirely obnoxious. They’re school-age, so you really only deal with them for breakfast and a few hours after school. Their mother is absent. Some sort of philanthropist who travels for work and prefers to jet-set instead of sitting home. Their father is lovely. Truly picture perfect.

He only brought you on because he couldn’t step away from work, and he wouldn’t hear of sending his children to some daycare. Too impersonal. He prefers to get to know the person raising his cubs. He’s sweet like that.

John doesn’t expect much of you. Decently tidy house. Well-tended kin. A pot of coffee in the morning before he’s off to work, and a hot supper if he’s home late.

Leaves you to your own devices while the kids are at school. What’s his is yours. At first, you mainly stuck to your quarters and the living room, but after so long, you got a little lax.

Started wandering the house. Awfully fucking big for a philanthropist and a military man with three kids, but you’re not one to speculate. You try out the hot tub. The jacuzzi bath in the primary en-suite bathroom. The home gym in the basement.

Even that gets boring after some time. Too routine. So you get adventurous. Get your paws on the mother's medicine cabinet. Take a cocktail of her nearly expired prescriptions and take a few hours to yourself in the bath.

You must have fallen asleep, because the snap of a door closing makes you jerk your head up off the cold rim of the tub.

"Hello?" You're trying to figure out who exactly would be home. Scrambling to yank the plug out of the drain with one hand and track down your phone with the other. Suddenly very worried you slept through school pickup.

But when your pruny fingers finally swatted at the screen hard enough, you were grateful to see you'd only really dozed off for twenty minutes or so. Still no response even though you were fairly certain you heard the door come from somewhere upstairs with you.

"Someone home?"

The drain was loud. A dead giveaway of your neglecting your job. Gargling as it sucked away the evidence of your lavender-scented bath. What's worse? You'd forgotten a towel. Mind fogged by some desperate housewives-adjacent combination of stimulants and muscle relaxers.

You nudged the bathroom door open with a dripping wet toe, poked your head out to see what was going on. Seeing nobody, you decided that maybe you were just hearing things. Just the house settling.

So you inched forward, cringing at the trail of wet footprints you were leaving on the carpet of John's bedroom floor. You made a mental note to tidy those somehow before you went to get the kids. It wasn't until you were out on the walk over the living room that you heard someone clearing their throat in the kitchen.

It made you whirl your head around, scrambling to cover your modesty as best you could. Maybe it was a contractor? John had a bad habit of not reminding you that his buddies were coming over to do some project or another.

"That how you dress when you've got the place to yourself?"

You wouldn't be so lucky.

"J-John?"

A chuff from just beyond the wall downstairs. Strategically positioning himself where he could see, but wouldn't be seen.

"I-I didn't know you'd be home. God- I'm so sorry."

You weren't sure if it was better to run to your room or stay where you were. This was uncharted waters, after all.

A tsk, like he was sucking his teeth to keep the smile from creeping into his voice.

"In my room?"

Your mouth is painfully dry. You can't even manage to swallow.

"I'm so sorry, John. So sorry."

"Why don't you dry off and then we'll chat?"

[ajokeformur-ray]

You totally don't have to write this if you're not comfortable, but imagine reader being taken by batman since he's suspicious of her and J finds out and is beyond mad but she comes back unharmed? I hope that makes sense like how would he feel? Again you don't have to do if you don't like this idea ♥️♥️

I haven't written for J or seen TDK for a while so it might be inaccurate on the Batman side of things. I hope you enjoy this, nonnie, I love this idea!❤️

TW; morally ambiguous reader, reader is intelligent, reader gives no fucks and matches J's energy, kidnapping situation, mentions of reader being tied up and receiving relevant minor injuries, several mentions of J training reader to handle this scenario

It had been, by all accounts, a civil kidnapping.

You had been walking home and had been grabbed, pulled into an undercover cop van, driven what felt like seven to nine blocks away from your intended location to an old warehouse which was clearly where Batman operated on a bigger scale, offered a drink - which you had declined with urgency due to the risks of being poisoned, drugged, or something underhanded, tied up somewhat roughly, and then interrogated to within an inch of your life.

As someone very used to J and his eccentricities, Batman's methods were... somewhat lacking on the intimidation side of things, and you struggled to keep from laughing a few times. It was almost pathetic, and the line of questions were almost insulting considering he was suspicious of you and your connection to J.

He was right to be suspicious, but he didn't need to know that.

Still, you played along, you boded your time, you played sweet and ignorant, and you knew that they didn't know you were lying through your teeth. You weren't going to compromise or give anything away no matter what they did to you or how many times they threw curve-balls at you. They asked you multiple questions in multiple different ways, hoping to catch you off guard, hoping to catch you in your lies, but they never did. J had prepared you very well for this kind of situation.

In the end, they gave up. Whether it was Batman or someone else who decided, it mattered not. One of J's double-agent goons had found out that you had been kidnapped, relayed it back to J, and he was livid.

By the time you were driven home and thrown/manhandled out of the same van and onto your doorstep, J was there waiting for you.

The second you were safely inside and the door was locked behind you, J was all over you like a bad smell - really, you needed to remind him to shower sooner rather than later - walking around and circling you like a bird of prey.

J was ranting and raving about the situation. You were so used to his dramatics that you almost wanted to roll your eyes, you almost wanted to tell him to let you be because it wasn't that big of a deal - he had trained you for this - but you knew that J was showing you, in his own very misguided and unusual way, that he cared about you.

So you let him circle you, you let him gently grab you, you let him pull you this way and that, but at one point you snapped and said, "I'm fine, J!" You were completely unharmed other than the slight redness around your wrists and ankles from where you had been tied up, but it was nothing a little extra care over the next week or so wouldn't be able to fix.

"Fine?" J spat back sarcastically, his tone biting. He rifled around in his pockets, muttering "nope, nope, uhhhh no, not that one," but never tipping things onto the floor as he felt around for what he was looking for. He pulled out a small tin, flicked it open, and smeared his gloved fingers inside before lathering the substance all over your wrists; it was clumsily, lazily done, but with as close to a good intention as you would get with someone like J. "It, uh, ain't fine, toots. Nothin' about this is fine."

J snapped the lid shut, shoved it back in his pocket, and you could tell that he was at least surface-level disgruntled by the fact that you had been kidnapped, but also proud that you had held your own using his training. It validated that you paid attention to him, you listened to him, and it helped him to see that he was capable of looking after you even when he wasn't around to do that.

He'd have to give that double agent of his a raise...

[jalicecookie]

Night Night 별

"Appa, Night Night! Tired!" - You're trudging through the VIP area of ​​the Pentagon club, tired and searching for your appa. You don't run into Nam-Gyu directly, but you do run into the famous rapper Thanos (Choi Su-bong), and he teaches you a new word - 별 * (별 (byeol) = Star) (TW: Swear words, drugs, adult jokes, Thanos x Nam-Gyu, hints of physical contact - Idiots in secret love)

The muffled drone of Club Pentagon's music reached you almost like the gentle lapping of the waves on the ocean.

But you barely had time for this muffled background noise. No, you didn't even want to notice why the music was quieter now. You just wanted to be with your father and be put to bed by him! Appa said that when it's Night Night time, he'll come back to his office and won't be in the VIP area of ​​the club anymore, and you'll go home.

Then your father will make you a hot milk with honey in your sippy cup and at first pretend to put you in your baby's crib, only to secretly sneak you into his king-sized bed (even if he wanted to break himself and you of the co-parenting habit, you're both just spoiled like that) - and Appa would even turn on the pink kitten nightlight in his bedroom so the evil monsters under the bed would find another place to be evil - and Appa forgot about YOU! For many minutes already!

The episodes of Bluey on your toddler tablet had been repeating, and you were tired of waiting in Nam-Gyu's office.

You were tired, and Appa wasn't coming back, and you were actually shy around new faces, and you rarely meet the people your father works for as a club promoter.

But how dare your father forget Night Night! That was much more important than the stupid job and the even stupider black bow tie that Appa spent ages straightening in front of the mirror at home in his apartment and that weird glue that he put in his hair (you're not even allowed to touch it on Work Days when Nam-Gyu is carrying you because of his styled hair), and… you were just tired, you wanted your father to pick you up and go home.

This stupid job tonight stole your appa and the night night time from you! You're his little princess! His only child! His daughter. That's what he always says, and it's time you reminded him.

With clumsy steps, you walked down the hallway where Appa had you run up and down during closed club hours to burn off some energy. You knew where the VIP area was, and since it was very late that evening, the security guards were busy with other things. So, for a toddler like you, almost 3 years old, it was no problem to get into the VIP area, which was… very empty.

You didn't care if Appa would be angry that you hadn't stayed in his office and continued watching Bluey on your tablet… he had forgotten about you, and you just wanted to go home… and be with Appa.

And so, you grabbed the first person you saw and hurled the following accusatory words at him, accompanied by a whiny whine.

"Appa! Night Night! Tired!"

You stumble toward the seating area of ​​the club's VIP lounge and, with wide, tired eyes, look at the adult who…isn't your father.

A man with black and purple hair, wearing a colorful, glittery T-shirt, white sneakers, and dark pants. Thanos, the famous rapper, looked at you confusedly for a moment before he lightened his deep, amused voice and leaned forward slightly.

"I think you're confusing Thanos the Legend with someone, hm? Or am I your Appa?"

You stumble closer and look at this stranger, searching and tired.

Then you shake your head, your lower lip starting to tremble! Where's your father!

"You, not Appa!" - you say, overtired, and before you can burst into tears, Thanos snaps two fingers of his right hand and then briefly holds out his smartphone screen to you.

It shows a photo of Nam-Gyu—a photo of your father with the strange man…Thanos.

"Nam-Su is your Appa, little one? Seems like he can do more than just putt things into the circle, hehe."

You don't understand most of the sentence and the ambiguity behind it, but you do understand the word Appa and, of course, recognize your father in the photo.

"Appa! You, Appa's friend?"

"Friends is a really craaaaaazy word, little one. Thanos doesn't have friends, he has fans - maybe your Appa is a fan of mine too, huh?" Thanos said, making a hand gesture as if he were swatting away a fly.

"Tired!" you whined, stamping your foot once.

"Wooow…WOW chill vibes! Chill vibes laaady!" Thanos rapped once, then playfully tapped you on the nose.

You look at him for three seconds before making grabby hands in his direction, wanting to be picked up. You don't care at all whether your father rocks you to sleep and just holds you or…this friend fan Thanos.

"It's been a while since I held such a little kiddo, let's see if the Legend can still do it…oookaayy eaaasy!" - Thanos said to you in his drugged-up state, gently picking you up.

"Nam-Su could have mentioned, that he's already soooo old. Thinks he can be kidding me. Your appa is kind of stupid," - Thanos muttered, and when you start getting restless and whining again, the rapper has to act quickly… sure, there was no press here, and he had a private meeting with Nam-Gyu (an adult meeting with lots of drugging, cuddling, and exchanging kisses in the dim light of the bar at the VIP lounge) - and yet Choi Su-bong didn't have enough experience to handle a crying, overtired toddler at this late hour.

(Even though Choi Su-bong found it amusing that Nam-gyu, instead of a babysitter, parked the toddler—that is, you—in the club's office like an abandoned kitten.)

So he quietly starts rapping…not one of his fast, familiar songs, but a lullaby he remembered from his own childhood. One his mother had sung to him.

And it worked, and the fact that someone was holding you and a lullaby was being sung or rapped had a brief calming effect on you - you automatically snuggled closer to the rapper, who started tapping your back a few times soothingly with his right hand (like a baby) - while he rapped the last lines with a subtly hidden affection and appreciation for his own mother.

"What… word mean?"

"Huh?"

"Last word… Thanos said… wanna know! Tell, please!"

"Ah, you mean 별? It means star!"

"별 - star? oooh"

You think for a moment and then yawn.

"Night night, 별!" - you say, about to drift off to sleep when Nam-Gyu comes back to Thanos and is quite surprised that you're more or less falling asleep in the rapper's arms.

"Shit… Su-bong, I should have put her on a leash… I hope she didn't annoy you and…"

But Thanos makes a shh …

"Oh noooo come on, don't let your new friend Thanos down, I taught you a new word" - Thanos whined, sadly as Nam-Gyu picked you up and you automatically tried to hide in the club promoter's dark leather jacket.

"Appa's friend too, Night Night!"

"What? Forget it, we're not taking him home and…" - Nam-Gyu broke off the sentence because Thanos, Titanic-like, had wrapped his hands around Nam-Gyu's waist from behind and let out a few deeply sad sighs.

Damn drug influence. Under which Nam-Gyu himself was.

"You're too high to drive… I'll call us an Uber! And you're sleeping on the couch."

"Hmmmh…," - Thanos mumbled, and when Nam-Gyu felt a hand on his right pocket, he took a step back. But his gaze for the rapper spoke volumes.

"We're going to my office now, and you have the honorable task of carrying her tablet, so your hands will have something to do… you rapper idol!"

"Still a 별 idol to you!"

You didn't hear the rest of the exchange or the Uber ride from the club to the apartment, because you fell asleep in your appa's arms in the elevator to the exit of the club building.

THE END

[lastdays0fmay]

BTS 70s Band AU Headcanons I think of Often

I’ve been wanting to write about this for ages but haven’t formally written stories in YEARS..I wrote a shitty one shot on ao3 that I’m not happy with SOpls enjoy some headcanons while I procrastinate actually going through with the fic

Lmk if you like this and want to hear more, or just wanna geek about this au with me PLS ‼️

This has no organization to it, just stream of consciousness yep

TW for talk of drugs, alcohol, nsfw content. 18+ 🫡

• college kid jk, who still lives in his childhood bedroom gets dragged to see a new band with best friend (and music fanatic) jimin, and they become groupies

• jimin works at the town’s local record store

• jk and jimin hang at the roller rink— jimin is really talented at roller-skating and jk just watches from the benches

• THE BAND

tae- the lead singer obv, with shoulder length dirty blond hair, a very commanding performer (think; robert plant)

yoongi- keys, one of the masterminds behind the music. black shaggy hair, definitely enjoys reefer more than most..

hobi- lead guitarist, curly long hair, and jk’s celebrity crush. hobi and tae are known for their intense chemistry on stage, people think they’re romantically entwined

jin- bassist, a nepo baby (his dad owns the record company), but fits the band so well. the stoic mysterious type on stage, total nerd behind the scenes. disco fan 🙂‍↕️

joon- drums, fringe vest no shirt on stage. grew up with tae, always keeping watch on the younger as they grapple with stardom and addiction. stays up all night watching tae sleep to make sure he doesn’t choke in his sleep.. tae may or may not go too hard on purpose just so joon will stay with him

• a lot of ambiguous relationships sort of overlapping with each other. it was the 70s, things were looser !!

• through the eyes of jk as he falls in love with the band and hoseok, finding himself along the way

• jikook following the band around on tour, becoming their unofficial photography team

• namjoon in a conversation pit with a hookah pipe..

• biiiig hippy stoner hobi who tripsits jk’s first time on acid

• vmin becoming best friends/shit disturbers teasing jk about his stupid obvious crush on hobi

• jk; picture randy from dazed and confused YOU SEE IT RIGHT??? god it’s so perfect

• jk sneaking out in the middle of the night to go see the band with jimin. like climbing backwards out of his bedroom window, denim ass illuminated by jimins headlights

• small town jikook living in suburbia boringville and getting their minds blown by the band

• jimin x seokjin?

• jimin was jk’s first kiss.. they “practiced” on each other to prepare for the real thing one day

• hobi is very aware of jk’s interest in him and uses that to his advantage i.e; teasing and keeping him wrapped around his finger but never letting him get close enough bc hobi got trust issues

• hobi using that hot mysterious guitarist ploy

• tae and hobi most definitely have a past, are casual about it. fwb type thing

• maybe love triangle with tae, yoongi, and joon.. like tae’s in love with joon, yoongi’s in love with tae, joon.. oh maybe they just need to be a throuple LOL

[transformersroleplay]

hey all! i’m currently looking for a lucky someone (or someones) to join a 1x1 literate transformers roleplay on discord!

PLEASE BE 18+. I am over 18 and I intend to have graphic content within our writing. A heads-up warning for mentions/potential depictions of (GENERAL TW)

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sexual themes/kinks, drug abuse, SA, (mainly mentions of) child abuse, medical themes, mechpreg, etc. This list isn’t limited to these things, nor does our writing have to include all of them! We can discuss in more detail what we feel most comfortable with. :)

Good grammar, punctuation, 3rd person perspective, and somewhat consistent tense are very important to me, though if you slip up every so often, don’t worry, I won’t bite! I love to write A LOT (at least at the beginning), usually breaking discords message limit. However, quality over quantity is even more important, so don’t feel like you need to grind out 6 paragraphs if you don’t have the inspiration/material to work off of! I tend to shorten down to usually 2 paragraphs as the roleplay goes on, maybe even less depending on the scene, but sometimes i’ll go off on a tangent again. As said before, feel free to discuss with me! Communication is key.

Please no ocs! I ONLY do canon/canon, at least at first. Once I get to know you and get comfortable with your style, I usually become more open towards ocs, especially if we can make some together!

As for continuity, I mainly go for an ambiguous universe or an amalgamation of multiple. If we want a specific one to work with, I’m most familiar with IDW (disclaimer that I’m not the most knowledgeable out there), G1 universe and the aligned continuity. IDW would be my first pick though!

I have many many, MANY ships in my arsenal, but there are a few main ones that I’m usually always down to do, those include: (in no particular order)

lockdown/swindle

ratchet/drift

starscream/skywarp/thundercracker

starscream/megatron

starscream/skyfire

starscream/optimus

megatron/the elite trine

rung/megatron

deadlock/hot rod

deadlock/ratchet

rodimus/megatron

chromedome/rewind

soundwave/megatron

soundwave/shockwave

I can mainly write from Ratchet, Megatron, Deadlock/Drift, Starscream, Skyfire, Thundercracker, and Skywarp, but I can try my hand at anyone! I just can’t guarantee I’ll be the best at them, but i’ll try!

As for plot, I don’t really have anything specific in mind at the moment except for starscream based ideas. However, no matter the ship, I’m always down for slice of life, canon/canon divergence, and royalty aus. Im a HUGE sucker for royalty aus.

so yeah! hmu if you’re interested and we can talk more!

[wxlpurgxsnxcht]

"Oh, why does a common fire hold so much power? If only we could be forever naive and pure If only we could lead painless futures If only there could be a forgiving world"

wxlpurgxsnxcht; penned by Mephi, an independent Pokemon OC RP Blog

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Disclaimer: There can and will be dark themes present in this blog, but once they do, the posts that have such will be tagged under trigger warnings (The blog's take on Castelia City, for example, has TWs on drugs and drug mention)

A study in: What it means to be human in a world that values utility over soul, the cost of adaptation, the burden of trauma and how it reshapes people, the weight of survival, the argument on "if true self-determination is possible", duality, autonomy, identity, the struggle for humanity in an unfeeling system, survival vs identity, loyalty vs pragmatism, control vs chaos, apathy vs longing, the limits of moral ambiguity

Auxiliary/Secondary/Supplemental studies: The nature of power and the cycles of violence, the fragility of bonds in a world that constantly tests them, the cost of artificiality in wearing masks, how unspoken words and unmade choices can lead to regret

Primary Inspirations: Project Moon (Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina, Limbus Company, Leviathan, Wonderlab, and Distortion Detective), No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

Auxiliary/Secondary/Supplemental Inspirations: John Wick, Cyberpunk 2077, Blade Runner, Sisyphus, The Metamorphosis, Demian

[holdy-caulfield]

My book review.

Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said by Phillip K. Dick

Contains one spoiler, which I’d say is minor, because it was for me obvious from the beginning.

Genre: Sci-fi, dystopia, psychedelic, cyberpunk, thriller

Pages: 231

Key words: celebrity culture, corruption, paranoia, intelligence, body modifications, persecution, self-identity, kindness, drugs, cruelty

TW: police cruelty, incest, p*dophilia, drug addiction & drug overdose

Highlights: characters, plot, atmosphere, dialogue

Downsides: unnecessary epilogue

Vibe/tone: realistic, paranoid, tense

This is the second novel I have read by Philip K. Dick and it left a strong impression.

The writer is a master at combining different themes that are worthy of separate novels, while avoiding the impression of the topic being undisclosed.

First plot: a celebrity wakes up in the world where he doesn’t exist.

Second: a dystopia where a police dictatorship reigns over a grim society (age of consent is lowered to 12, drugs are legalized, concentration camps, Afro-American community is almost completely erased).

There are also themes of identity, genetic modification, and even according to the author, biblical allusions (gotta love how there appears a religious character out of nowhere, the author in the real life says “he’s right” and does not elaborate) & obviously a critique on police cruelty and corruption. The world’s atmosphere and setting also reminded me of Blade Runner/Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by the same author.

The world feels real. Characters are vividly portrayed, each leaving a mark, even if they don’t reappear. They play a role, but they live their own life, separate from the plot and the main character. I liked the approach of the secondary characters not always having an arc, while it is expected, although having a clear and interesting backstory.

There are two main characters.

Jason Taverner is a celebrity, popular with women, very smart, logical, and I would say, he is understandably selfish but… Kind. Maybe even sincere. Can be funny at times. Not inclined to violate other people’s boundaries. I would say charismatic.

Felix Backman is a policeman. A very ambiguous person. He understands that he lives in a very wrong system and tries to somehow fight for justice, but he is corrupt just like everyone else, hypocritical (admitting it), manipulating, cares mostly about his desires. I would say he is a coward… [SPOILER] And he is in romantic relationships with his sister (obviously, very uncomfortable to read, but it’s about hypocrisy and it’s dystopian, the book has a lot of screwed up moments) [/SPOILER].

It was interesting for me to read about both of them on the same level. I cared about both of them despite them not being positive characters.

The only critique from me is the epilogue. It broke the immersion. I would prefer Mr Dick either leaving the ending open or just write one phrase if he didn’t want to leave the readers in the dark regarding main character’s fate.

Highly recommended, though as stated above it contains unsettling, unpleasantly detailed scenes.

The book is quite unusual and I’ll be happy to read it again.

Below are the images that gave me off the vibe of the book in my opinion.

9/10

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

This is a question about Yves. Since he’s horrified by the idea of domming you, what if you wanted to dom him? I’m guessing he’d be fine with being a service sub and worshiping you but how about something more intense?

Tw: sexual stuff with mention of yves past and bdsm

He doesn't like the severe imbalance in either direction.

Sex is already rare to come about, you will only get it if he is the one initiating it, and it always has to be the way he likes it: carefully planned out, gentle, loving and drugged. He's always a bit up there in terms of hierarchy, that's because he sets the pace and tone of the activity. But aside from that, Yves has no desire exerting any more power onto you, he tries to keep it as equal as possible. But that really isn't happening, especially when he needs you pliant with drugs.

You domming him is absolutely not happening. You are not the one calling the shots in the bedroom, he is. Yves makes that very clear from the get go.

Its a different story if it is topping or bottoming. He doesn't mind being penetrated and being below you with his hair sprawled prettily across the pillow as long as he gets to give you instructions that you would follow, and he could sing his praises to you. However, he manipulates the environment so that you would thrust at a rhythm and at a force that optimises the pleasure for the two of you. He would wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in for kisses whenever it's appropriate.

You're still under the influence of something, that wouldn't change.

If you're a seasoned player in the sexual scene, intercourse with Yves is not for you. It is for the faint hearted only.

He isn't in it for the tingles between his legs or the gushing of liquid. Sex with Yves is fun, light and enjoyable in a sense that, you would enjoy the journey and not only the ending. It's a celebration of your relationship with him, it's sacred. But he could only deliver the best possible experience if he's in charge.

Goes without saying, he does not appreciate being slapped around, has his hair pulled or degraded in the bedroom. Yves never truly found that arousing, he did so in his youth, but only to make his life bearable enough to want to live another day. There was a chance to never engage in such degeneracy again, he took it and never looked back.

So, no. Aside from the morally ambiguousness of drugging you to elevate the Sex, nothing about it is intense except the euphoric orgasm and his subliminal affirmations for you.

[redlinesoftext]

Lemme See It?

"What's this spaghetti coding-?!"

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Song Association- Still Turning Out - AJR

Name: Egret Bradbury

Age: (Ambiguous adult, mid/early 20's)

Pronouns: He/They

Likes: his (found) family, their bio brother, their boyfriend, coding, gaming, vintage games, complex coffee orders, sweets

Dislikes: his bio parents, reminders of how they was an asshole kid, parties, crowds, stuffy clothes, bitter things, dark chocolate, his appearance (looks like his dad)

(ooc/ extras under cut)

small headcannon list

Turned out taller than Berry- he's 5'10 (Berry is bitter-)

Him and Berry made up- he's fully forgiven Berry

Berry and Kris are both like siblings to him

So are moon and liam, Ezra, and Karma

He's still a little prickly, especially with strangers

He can be unbearably soft around certain people, closer to how he was as a kid

those people include hoshi, karma, kris, berry and (sometimes) Ezra

doesn't forgive himself for how they acted when they were 16

Graduated college and had a career freelancing coding

cut off his parents completely

drug free- for the most part-

still owns rats! theyre different rats now though..

tws for drug abuse, homophobia/transphobia (backstory), gender issues/gender dysphoria, body issues, toxic familial relationships, past/present sh, etc

no nsfw (jokes/ sillies are fine)

mod is @fromtheberrybush

tags!!

@aredeemantagonist @justsigma-bsd @myluckymoon @kimisbunny @the-gayestidiot @doakarma @oscarsgallery @looksatyouwithmybiggreeneyes @k0setsuch1e

[azurexsnake]

Here. Read the tags and if it makes you uncomfy don’t click below the cut or I’ll see you hanged

Snippet of idk what I’m titling this yet

Fem!Reader x Millions Knives

CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in reader’s backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knives’ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick she can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)

TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader but…….), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), and probably more that I can’t think of rn cuz this isn’t done yet. I just need motivation

A/N: All the tags don’t apply to what’s actually in the clip. I just don’t want anyone interacting with this piece without knowing the full scope of what’s actually going on.

+20 Content. Ages 19 and under DNI.

[dino-boyo-agere]

This amazing art piece of my human OCs was made by @littledinosaursposts!!

It's the first ever art piece of these OC's, that are incredibly important to me & I'm absolutely in love with it!! <3

So, thank you again for bringing them to life!

I've been planning on telling y'all about them for a while, but it's so much lore and some of it is a little dark.. uh.. so anyways, here is a "tiny" summary..

Who is who on the picture:

Frank is the tall black man sitting on the floor, he is Chrisses best friend and future husband. In his lab is sitting Nate (yes, I choose the same name for me lols) . On the couch are sitting Nate's big Brother, Chris and Riv, who is Frank's child and Nate's best friend.

About the characters:

Frank - A 25 yo black man and single father of River (Riv). He became a dad at the age of 16, took full custody and raised his kid with the help of his mum. Rivs mother always wanted to be a career woman and Frank always wanted to have children. Frank is now a preschool teacher and LOVES children so much. He's autistic and likes how honest and direct they are, he is very good with children. He calls his kid "Muffin", Nate "pipsqueak" / "Pip" and Chris "Chrissy"/ "Love". He's an absolute rock for Chris and never fails to support him. He knows exactly how to handle a traumatized kid like Nate, since he was a child psychiatrist for a while.

Riv - is 8, goes by they/ them pronouns. Riv loves heavy metal and spending time with their dad. Together they often play video games, DnD or make music (Riv plays the drums and Frank the guitar, bass or piano.) Riv has a hard time connecting with their peers, they are also autistic. Frank did a really good job raising a very intelligent kid, emotionally and generally. Riv knows exactly what they want and are really good at communicating their needs. They share a lot of interests with Chris and the both of them often enjoy horror media or metal music, while Nate and Frank partake in calmer activities, like crafting. Nate is Rivs best friend and "sibby". Even though Riv is bodily younger, they feel like a big sibling, since Nate is permanently regressed and mostly stuck at ca. age 5.

Chris is the big (half) brother of Nate, he took his sibling in after the police removed him from the house of their father. He didn't know the kid existed, no one did (more of that later). He's 26 and trying his best to take care of this deeply traumatized kid. Frank is his neighbor and best friend.. and even though he thought he was straight, he's beginning to realize that he has a huge crush on him. Chris is very loving but a bit overbearing and overly cautious & overprotective with Nate. But Frank is pretty good at grounding him. Chris is trying his best at raising his traumatized sibling.

Nate - ❗Tw - mention of abüse & deäth❗ The police found him chained up in the basement when looking for drugs at the father's house. Any type of abuse one can imagine, he had to go through. His mother was found after he told the police "she sleep in roses." Her body was buried under a rose bush.❗Tw over❗

His left arm is amputated under the elbow and he has many scars. He's still a little underweight, but he's getting better. Nate is intersex and his gender is ambiguous. He has no construct of gender, so he doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him. The kid has heterochromia, with his right eye the same shade of blue like his brothers eyes, and the left one a turquoise. He also got the same blue streak his Chris has, bc he wants to be like him. He is permaregressed, with his age moving between 3 and 13, depending on the day and possible triggers, tough he's mostly stuck at about 5. He's semi verbal and has selective mutism. His bio age is unknown, since there is no birth certificate. He loves his brother, he calls him "Kiss" because he has trouble pronouncing the name Chris and he calls Frank "Dad" because he keeps hearing his bestie Riv call him that. Nate is obsessed with dinosaurs and the kid would drop everything and anything for an apple.. he loves apples so much. That's because when he was found by the police, one of them gave him some apple slices, that was the first time Nate ever tasted anything sweet.

[devil-doll13]

Tw: Weed & Drugs mentions

I’ve finally got around to posting this guy’s profile! You can ask me anything about him <3

Adam 🌱

Name: Adam (Formerly William “Bill” Sage)

Meaning: ‘earth’ or ‘soil’

Alias(es): The Green Man, The Hippie, Murder Jesus

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Early to Mid 30s

D.O.B: August 28th

Zodiac: Virgo

Sexuality: Pansexual

Current Residence: Roams mostly around California and the West Coast of America, sometimes has a van or stays in a tent or in one of his follower’s homes.

Occupation: N/A, though formerly in the Military

Appearance Description: Adam is a man of tall stature, with fair to lightly tanned skin (depending on the season and weather), long brown hair that is occasionally braided or bound in a headband and leaf green eyes, though one may detect a multitude of different colours inside of them.

Style: Tea Glasses, Vests, Tie-Dye, Bell Bottoms, Open Shirts, Headbands, Sandals Or Barefoot.

Height: 6,3ft

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Brown

Notable Features: A long, thin scar on his right side from when one of his ribs was removed. He also has a large, deep scar on his left thigh and multiple smaller ones all over his body from shrapnel and misc. injuries. Has large earlobes and occasionally wears dangling earrings.

Personality: A common sentiment expressed by those he meets on the road is that Adam exudes a natural charisma, so strongly so that even those who originally did not approve of his lifestyle find themselves drawn to him. It is an almost supernatural effect. But Adam himself seems to be a relatively normal guy at first; he’s so easygoing and fun-loving, he can kick back with almost any person he meets like he’s known them for his entire life. There is a certain sureness to him, like he feels all of his actions are right and just. He has a free spirit and an artistic streak, and his wanderings lead him everywhere, often collecting ‘followers’ on his path.

Likes: Nature, Cannabis & Psychedelics, Rainbows, Flowers, Cacti, Parrots, Canaries, Rock Music, Maximalism/Clutter, Abstract Art

Dislikes: Monochrome, The Desert, Emptiness/Large Deserted Places, Loud Bangs/Slams & The Sounds of Ceramic Breaking, The Cold

Hobbies: Painting, (Usually with his hands) Playing Guitar & Singing, Caring For Plants, Meditation

Tw: Angst, Weed & Drugs (LSD), Family/Parental Abuse, Poverty, Character Death, War, Depression.

While this is ambiguously set in the 60s/70s, It’s not specific.

(Very) Rough Backstory:

William “Bill” Sage was born near the border in Southern California, together with his twin brother Charlie. Where they lived was typically arid and barren, and they spent their childhood playing out in the sticks, away from home. Their home life was always turbulent, mostly because their parents would constantly argue and occasionally take their anger out on them. Being twins, their bond was always very strong, and both of them relied on eachother for support when things got tough. They were almost entirely identical in looks, aside from a few differences and preferences in clothing.

Bill’s parents had a traditionalist mindset which he never could live up to, and Charlie was in his eyes often the ‘better’ twin; smarter, more attractive, more talented. It never really created a rift between them, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel any sort of hidden resentment.

Their father was always gambling, Because he stupidly bet their house in a game, they later ended up living in a cheap trailer since it was only thing they could afford at that point. Over the years things only got worse, especially when their mother died of an illness and left them with only their father. It was really to the point that they felt no real attachment to him, since he was never a loving father at all really.

Eventually Charlie felt like he had had enough at pitched the idea of joining the army to get away from everything; they both felt they had no future prospects in doing anything else. Bill agreed, partially because he wanted to stay together with his twin and in part because he wanted to escape his home and where he grew up as well. Bill took to the change in lifestyle readily, because it was new and in some ways actually more bearable than his previous one. At the same time, they didn’t really fully realise what they had both signed up for.

His brother died in conflict right in front of him, a sight which he would never forget burned into his retinas forever. Due to injuries Bill sustained in this very same situation, he was considered unfit for future service, although some might say that it was corruption in the ranks or a quarrel with a superior that got him thrown out of the army; he was never up front about that one.

He ended up returning to California, drifting about without much purpose in San Francisco. He became homeless, without any sort of support put in place and having such difficulties holding down any job he could even get into. He fell into a group of people in similar situations, but with all different backgrounds.

Bill underwent many changes and transformations during this time. He tried on new religions, new drugs, new personalities. Chiefly, he tripped on LSD/Acid and continued to search for new highs as he basically ran from himself. Although it was in some ways a period of self-discovery, it was also self-destructive.

It was then he met this older woman named Janis - or at least she told him that was her name - who took him in and looked after him during this time. Sometimes, Bill felt like he was being tested by her somehow, but couldn’t confirm it. She was mysterious, and he never could get her last name. Then, she offered him this new ‘drug’ he had never heard of before, but at this point he would really try anything and he accepted it.

The trip he took on this drug was unlike anything he had ever taken before. Something out of his control reached out to him and entered his mind, and when it did he had a wondrous revelation. Although he has told this story many times around a campfire, he cannot verify the specifics. Only that he knew it was all he had been waiting for his entire life; that the journey of finding his purpose had only just begun.

After he woke up, Janis was no longer to be seen. She and almost all her things had disappeared, almost as if she was a figment of his imagination. The only thing that remained was her glasses, which he took into his possession as a keepsake.

He chose a new, more fitting name for himself: Adam, and set off to give his message to all that would listen.

Fun Facts:

His favourite book (series) is Lord of The Rings

His favourite film is The Wizard of Oz (1939)

His favourite music artists are The Beatles, Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Led Zeppelin, Cream, Black Sabbath & Jimi Hendrix.

His favourite colours are green, yellow and purple

His favourite foods are Avocado Toast & Melons

His favourite drink is Orange Juice

It would be too simple to consider him someone who merely has control over plantlife. Adam almost sees himself as a part of nature now, and it’s debatable how attached he is to his own body now that it has been changed so much.

He started to smoke weed to deal with his chronic pain from some his war injuries, but now also just recreationally, a.k.a for fun lol

Bill grew up around the arid mojave desert, in an area where there wasn’t much plant life at all really. In the better days he used to take care of cactuses as his hobby, and now even as Adam he has a soft spot for cacti.

Bill learned to play a bit of guitar as a child/young teen but wasn’t able to truly master it, as it was carelessly discarded by his parents and probably sold to pay their debts. Many of Bill’s old belongings went this way, to the point that by the time he and Charlie were leaving for the military, he had almost nothing to his name but a few dollar bills and the clothes on his back. He picked the guitar back up again during his period of re-discovery after leaving the army. Now, he isn’t the best player, but he can still do a couple of his favourite songs.

Although he has enough clout now to basically have a friend in every city he passes by, he was a socially awkward teen and when he got older, Charlie was really the ‘extroverted twin’ out of the both of them. It goes to show how different he is as ‘Adam’ compared to when he was Bill.

Speaking of, he does have a number of ‘believers.’ It’s possible that at one point they were more organised, but there were some investigations done before and Adam felt it simply more wise to keep a low profile.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @soupbabe, @bluecoolr, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @flower-crowned-lady, @probably-a-plant-thing, @solmints-messyocdiary, @myers-meadow)

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Tw: discussions of past trauma (hinting SA), drug abuse, sorta, generally unhealthy coping mechanisms, and A/B/O (this is a kinda heavy post mate)

Thinking abt a sort of vent fic (either Suna or Kita but Ig anyone works in this setting since it would be hurt/comfort but they have me in a chokehold) where character is an alpha and reader is an omega but has strong alpha genes so their secondary gender is ambiguous.

Heavier discussions below 👇

The fact reader's second gender is ambiguous is also supported by the fact that their scent is a mess due to overusing their scent blocker and heat suppressant medicines, like to the point where they would essentially destroy their body. Reader hasn't had a normal heat cycle since their trauma and since their scent is fucked, their sense of smell is also fucked, they can't exactly tell what is whose secondary gender.

No one knows what reader's second gender is so most people assume they're a beta with strong alpha genes since their scent isn't one of an omega nor an alpha and they somehow get away with hiding their true secondary gender.

Now see here, I also like the concept of soulmates, head over heels for the concept even, so when character meets them for the first time, he's confused on why everyone doesn't have a clue what reader's gender is bc he can clearly sense that they're an omega, just the alpha characteristics are like, very prominent in their physical stature. The thing abt fated mates in this universe is that, they can and will find their soulmate no matter how hard one tries to conceal it or smth like that.

Reader notices their heats coming more regularly despite still overusing their medicines, going as far as to amp up the usage, character's still confused on why people can't tell reader's an omega, and reader finally realises that character's their so-called fated pair and tries to run from it bc duh, what if character's an asshole like the person from their trauma.

Character realises that reader's his soulmate and tries to win them over which doesn't prove easy, they're horrified to find out what causes people to not know reader's secondary gender and healing stuff happens here on out.

This concept has been in my mind for the past, Idk, 2 years? I'm just not brave enough to write it bc it deals with trauma and A/B/O which does kind of have a weird rep. But Idk, I just have thoughts.