#but it wouldn't have been like. the ONLY thing that decided it

[heeseungsbm]

thinking about fuck buddy heeseung... (>ᴗ•)

₊˚⊹❥𝓹airing❥: heeseung x female reader

𝒶/𝓃: i just turned 19 so here's a gift from me to you!! ᥫ᭡

heeseung has alot of girls on his dick. i mean look at him, its no secret. but when it comes to you? despite the loose terms of your relations, he wants you to be his and his only. and he makes sure to fuck you good so that he can stay on your mind somehow. he's a sweet guy, but he'll still choke you from behind, slap your ass red, and make you scream that it's his pussy when it's time. marking your neck and breasts with hickies is one way he likes to express his possession and ownership over you. however, fucking him has one, permanent condition. he'd want his name tattooed somewhere on your body to prove your devotion to him, specifically on your underboob, lower hip, or behind your ear. something cute and dainty that he can kiss forever♡

fuck buddy heeseung is somewhat romantic and thoughtful. he can't help his gentleman nature, especially since you're giving him something as sacred as your body. he'll never put dick in your stomach if food hasn't been in it for a while. he'd cook you a filling bowl of his delicious signature ramen, or take you out to grab a bite just to make sure you've ate at least something beforehand. he also likes to surprise you with small gifts every once in a while; short, skimpy dresses that he'll take off with his teeth later, custom jewelry, designer shoes, and whatever pretty thongs he think will look good on you when you're face down ass up. ;) it makes him feel good when you wear what he buys you, and clearly other guys will see that someone is treating you to nice things.

fuck buddy heeseung likes to take a couple shots before having sex. not overly drunk, but pleasurably tipsy, to where his proper, shy demeanor completely disappears, and all he can think about is ripping your clothes off and unzipping his pants to put his dick in you. he gets really touchy and overly horny, and it's hard not to resist a giggly, messy-haired, flushed heeseung who's begging for sex with his voice hoarse from liquor. even better for you, he's the nastiest when he's drunk. the sex gets really wild, and loud. his kisses are more slow and sloppy, his thrusts into you get hard, desperate and forceful. there's a sweet spot where he lasts longer, and he'll make you cum over and over, because he gets liquid courage to try all the kinky things he wouldn't normally do sober.

fuck buddy heeseung loves to make sex tapes with you. you're just too pretty to not be on camera, he says. of course only when you let him, it's a guilty pleasure of his to record your sinful nights together so he can play them back when you're apart. don't get him wrong, cumming to your nudes and having phone sex is great since you two do it so often, but it just isn't enough for him sometimes. he needs visual stimulation. footage is a way for him to relive it, to watch you take him from all the positions he bends you into, the faces you make when he finds that spot deep inside you, your moans for him so loud and pornographic. filming gives heeseung an unexplainable sense of control over your body, and he wants to be in control of how good you get to feel. he loves ordering you around, and telling you what nasty things to say to the camera for him to cum to later.

because you're so pretty, blowjob povs when you're on your knees are a must for heeseung. the flash of his phone nearly blinds you as you gag and deepthroat his dick, sucking him off until he spills loads of his hot cum in your mouth. he likes his head sloppy and messy. he wants you to look up at him when you do it, with drool all over your chin, choking with your mouth full of his dick while he uses your throat. when he does decide to cum on your face he makes sure to snap a shot of that too, there are numerous pictures of you smiling with his release dripping down your cheeks and smothered across your lips in his hidden album. pornhub will never compare as long as heeseung has you, you're his personal pornstar who he can train to do whatever. [ ◉¯] ༘ ⋆｡˚

foreplay is mandatory for your fuck buddy heeseung. its not about getting you wet enough to fuck, it's about getting you so horny to the point you're audibly begging him to. he always wants you to want it just as much, if not more than him. heeseung loves to kiss, it's his favorite way to turn you on because he does it so well. fucking or not, he needs in it during everything. makeout sessions with him can quickly escalate from slow and sensual, to heated and intense, a breathless game of rough tongue clashing and lip sucking while he rubs your wet pussy in your panties (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

you two don't always have to have sex when he comes over, a long session of tongue kissing and dry humping with you straddling him on his lap is just as pleasurable. heeseung LOOOOVES dry humping, and its the best feeling in the world; his warm tongue exploring yours while you moan into each others mouths, his hands carefully guiding your hips to grind your sensitive clothed pussy against his throbbing boner in his pants until you both cum, leaving the both of you embarassingly sticky in your underwear.

heeseung never ate pussy before you, but only you can give him sexual urges to try new things. he enjoys how easily he can please you with just his mouth, and he sees how much it relieves your stress. he'll randomly ask if he can, even if his members are home. if the door to his room is locked, he's most likely eating the life out your pussy while you're covering your mouth, trying your best to suppress your moans. its the least you two can attempt quietly aside from him fingering you until you squirt all over his sheets. he could give you head for hours if you let him, but you always tap out from being so sensitive after cumming on his lips multiple times. his lips feel too good on your pussy. they're so soft and peck your clit so delicately, and he knows exactly how your hole likes to be fucked with his skilled tongue.

fuck buddy heeseung loves cum play ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ he'll only cum inside you if you give him permission, because he understands the risk. theres something intimate about seeing his white ropes of cum splattered wherever he finishes on your skin, and it drives him crazy when you play with it. he'll ask you to rub your pussy with your fingers after he makes a mess all over it, and finger fuck your pussy to fill it yourself with his cum. he likes when you hold his cum in your mouth and spit it back onto his tip, or smear it on your nipples. he's not a fan of you swallowing, he wants to see it linger on your tongue or come out of your mouth for his viewing pleasure.

heeseung loves to take you in any position, but he absolutely loves missionary. being able to watching himself go in and out of you and watching your pussy cream his cock white is like a reward. he likes to test your flexibility, his hands tightly gripping around the back of your knees, pushing your legs as far as they can go while he pounds your needy pussy. "look at you making a mess for me, baby. so creamy." he'd praise you with a proud smile, aiming his spit at the collision and using his thumb to slowly rub your clit.

cowgirl is his other favorite— yours too before you get tired of riding. it's the position you feel him the deepest inside you, and heeseung looks so fucking hot when he's in his mode, his hair messy and damp, face and neck glistening with sweat, the way he licks his lips and stares at you with eyes of pure lust. he tries his best to be as visually expressive as possible so you know how good you feel. he loves watching your tits jiggle in his face when you bounce up and down his cock, he'll slap and grip one in his hand while the other is being sucked in his mouth. his eyes never look off of you and watches you come undone on his dick. he gets petty, like making you spell his name outloud if he notices your breath becoming short, and his hand will wrap tightly around your throat if he catches your eyes wandering off of him. the slapping sound of skin mixed with your struggling screams keep him hard for long enough to go round after round, and you always make the stickiest mess down his balls :)

everyone knows gamers are great with their fingers, and it's how heeseung spends most of his free time; twiddling them on his nintendo or one of many keyboards. but it comes so in handy when you're next to him watching him game, he'll sneak his way into your pants somehow to play with your pussy. you leak arousal so easily from his simple touch. his hands are clever and dexterous, he finds your clit so effortlessly without looking, and the muscle memory from his xbox controller help his thumb rub the most eye-rolling circles on the bundle of nerves. his middle and index fingers are skilled, they make perfect curls up into your pussy. he loves to brutally nudge at your gspot until your legs shake and you leave his hand messy with your cum, which he never hesitates to lick clean. you never thought you could miss someone's fingers so much, but his are one of a kind ♡

fuck buddy heeseung is very reliable. he replies to your texts scarily fast and will come see you no matter how late it is, no matter the weather. you call him and he'll come running, that's just how much he needs it. you're the same way when you get his 2am "wyd rn?" text, you don't care if it makes you look desperate, your body physically craves the pleasure he gives you. each time you fuck is always better than the last.

heeseung has trouble sleeping alone at night, sometimes he wants something to hold other than his pillow. he always spends the night after he fucks you, or he'll ask you to stay over and sleep with him. he's a big teddy bear, he'll hold you close in his arms and rub your back until you both fall asleep. he always wakes up before you, giving you forehead kisses or kissing the back of your neck as you snore in your slumber. he usually wakes up with his dick hard, so he's a huge fan of morning sex. a nasty blowjob and some slow, sensual deep strokes that put you right back to sleep, it's a great way to start his day before he has to leave for work. on his off days though, you'll find him in the kitchen bright and early making breakfast for the two of you <𝟑

heeseung knows he'd be capable of being good boyfriend to you, because you really are a special girl. but with his career and the busy life he currently lives, he's indecisive about wanting a committed relationship. he wouldn't promise you loyalty because he knows he'd eventually break it. he's aware of the alluring effect he has on women, and he knows how he gets when he's horny and you're so far away— all he'll think about in those moments is getting his dick wet by whoever he can get his hands on. nonetheless, he still cares for you, and he knows its hypocritical for him to crash out at the thought of you moaning someone else's name, when meanwhile he does as he pleases on tour. maybe one day he'll make up his mind girl😣

ok the end, delusions over 😍🙏

𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯! 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!

GUYS PLS DONT JUMP MEEE I'M BACK 😭😭😭😭 I will explain my hiatus in a later post! and don't worry, I didn't forget about my inbox, I will answer all my asks this week! i hope you guys like this one just as much as the others💕 this was completely unplanned heeseung has just been making me horny asf lately 😭😭😭😭😭 i will do jungwon sometime soon. lmk your thoughts, stay lovely and kind <3

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[ladygelfling]

I saw @awardenandacrow do this so I thought why not?!

These answers are for my Rook, Tessora.

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite? No she doesn't. She did get a stuffed nug toy from Harding that lives on her side table.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? Plant - absolutely not, she does not have a green thumb at all. Pet - probably. Tess likes cats over dogs. A child - Tessora doesn't think she's very maternal despite her getting more and more maternal as their mission progresses. She ends up with several "adopted" kids. She has unresolved issues that make her feel that she wouldn't be a good mom.

Ask them to describe their love interest. "Emmrich is patient and kind. He is my calm in the storm. Also, have you seen him? He's tall and sexy and has the most amazing pair of hands. He's also the smartest person I know."

Do they look good in red? She likes to think so.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about? How much as she had to drink? If she's had a few, Tess will go on about her ship and crew. She also knows a lot of facts about sea creatures so she may just start rattling those off.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? Emmrich - yes. Thomas Hawke - no.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words. Badass. Sarcastic. Survivor. "Unserious. Crass. Reckless."

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them? Tess loves puzzles. More complex the better. She may still get frustrated but it only pushes her to solve it.

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? I think so. Does talking to her ship and lovingly stroking its wood count?

What age do they most want to be right now? She lives in the now so her current age.

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? For gold and glory, baby. Lord of FORTUNE. Tess would spend and spoil her friends. Emmrich, ever sensible, would try to get her to put some of it away.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? Tess doesn't mind romance in books. She learned to read with Isabela's smutty romance collection.

Name one thing their parents taught them. Considering she's an orphan. Not a damn thing.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any? If Isabela and Hawke taught her anything, it's that one should never feel guilty about pleasure.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? Meetings where nothing gets decided and it's just circular arguments. Usually having to do with politics or nobility.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? Whatever she wants which is pretty much what she does already.

Do they like children? Contrary to considering herself as not maternal, Tess does like kids. Her crewmate Domneth's kids call her Auntie Tess and she loves them. She sometimes can act like a kid herself (Rowan says it's to make up for her own horrible childhood), so she's been known to entertain the Lord of Fortune kids with pirate stories or sea shanties.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue? Whatever the situation calls for. She likes both with the right person.

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? Tessora never had any formal schooling. At all. She's a learn on the fly or just wing it kind of gal.

What do they like that nobody else does? Cliff Diving

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? If he became the complete opposite of who he is - controlling, violent, power hungry, unsafe. Basically, the qualities of her former master.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? Tessora melts everytime Emmrich calls her "darling" or "dearest". She loves it. She calls him "my love" sometimes.

Stability or novelty? Novelty

Honesty or charity? Honesty

Safety or possibility? Safety

Talent or effort? Effort

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Vengeance

Would they date a fixer-upper? Tessora would consider herself to be the fixer upper.

What recurring dreams do they have? Tess still has dreams about being trapped in the regret prison.

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven? Treasure hunt in the Necropolis. So much gold just sitting there.

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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[alice-angel12x]

The complicated heart

I want some Angst so here is some Pure Vanilla x Y/n knight cookie. Also pt.1 of overall fanfic story.... I guess. (Blue Knight)

Part 2 -> this way

This is the last thing Y/n Cookie wants to wake up to? Especially on the first night when the two of them share a bed together. They could only silently stare at Pure Vanilla's sleeping form. He is a bit of a sleep talker.

That one sentence fills Y/n's mind with so many questions. From "Is that what he really feels? If he still feels that way, why is he with me? I can never measure up to someone like her."

Suddenly, sharing this space didn't feel right. Y/n slowly tries to wiggle out of the entanglement of Pure vanilla's arms. Only for him to cuddle closer to them, clinging onto them. With a sigh, they twist and turn, eventually escaping Pure Vanilla's grip. Y/n quickly replaced themselves with a pillow in his arms.

Y/n could feel their heart twist in their chest as they decided to sleep on the couch in Pure Vanilla's chambers. As emotions run high inside Y/n, they do their best to suppress them with logic.

'Of course. Those two have been friends since the beginning. '

Y/n thought to themselves, but it did little to hold back tears and the ache in their chests. They shut their eyes and tried to sleep it off. Thankfully, morning couldn't come any quicker.

Pure vanilla woke up with a yawn as he slowly opened his eyes. Which widden in shock when he found himself alone on the bed. Jolting up his eyes search around his room, soon landing on a lone figure by the window.

"Y/n? Good morning." Pure vanilla smile as he walks over to them. "You're up early."

"Yeah," Y/n says, trying to put on their best smile. It's very weak.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Pure vanilla asked as he gently wrapped his arms around them. Giving a light peck on their shoulder

Y/n was silent for a bit, contemplating what to say. They turned to face Pure Vanila and gently returned the hug.

"Can I be completely transparent with you?" They asked the ancient healer.

"Of course, love," Pure vanilla welcomes as he guides them to a chair.

So Y/n would tell Pure Vanilla what he said at night, and how it makes them nervous about where his heart truly lies. Eventually, the two sat in an awkward silence.

“So where does White Lily cookie place in your heart?" Y/n asked with a calm sorrow.

Pure vanilla opened his mouth to say something, but there was no sound. Y/n could already see the conflict in Vanilla's expression. Their heart wanted to shatter than and there, but sucking in a deep breath they put on a brave face.

"Seems you need some time to search your heart," Y/n sighs as they stand to leave.

"Y/n... Im sorry. After all this time, I thought I would be past this," Pure Vanilla apologized, gripping his knee in, shame? Sorrow perhaps.

"I mean... You two have been through almost everything together for hundreds of years. Childhood friends, schoolmates, and a close team of heroes, and you lived long lives together. Something like that won't be washed away with-," Y/n stops themselves. "I've only been with you for a year or two now.

"Don't say that. I loved the times we shared together," Pure Vanilla said as he stands to stop Y/n with a hug. "I don't know why the thought of White Lily came rushing to me like this. It's been happening for a few nights now."

"It's a sign prehaps. That you might see her soon," Y/n says with a sad smile.

"Do you think so? White Lily Cookie... Changed and became Dark entress Cookie. How would that be possible?" Pure vanilla asked with surprise.

"If she is like how you describe her, then I wouldn't put it past her to actually seek out the witches. And we have no idea which one she met, meaning anything could have happened," Y/n said, thinking deeply. "Tell me, along with your dream. Did anything else stand out to you?"

"Yes, a voice. It was calling out to me, to go to beast yeast," Pure vanilla said as he recalled his dream.

"Then you have your path. And if I'm not mistaken, Entranchress cookie has a strong hold there," Y/n said when suddenly images flash in their mind.

A Map, a shattered soul jam, fairy wings, a giant tree, and a bright light over beast yeast.

"Y/n? Y/n, did you think of something?" Pure vanilla asked.

"You... You might actually are being called. You must go quickly," Y/n said suddenly.

"Wha- Why so suddenly?" Pure vanilla asked in surprise.

"You might find who you're looking for there. I believe that white lily cookie might be there," Y/n said. " White Lily's soul is still out there."

As Y/n held his hands, they could see it. Hope and a bit of something else flash in Pure Vanilla's eyes.

"Thank You Y/n! I shall depart to Beast yeast," Pure Vanilla cookie thanked with a bright smile. "Wait for me, White Lily cookie."

Pure vanilla quickly leaves to prepare everything for this dangerous journey. Y/n stood there, trying to hold back tears.

'Don't cry, Y/n. He thought he had lost his friend and might see her again. Don't be selfish,' Y/n silently scolded themselves.

Days passed as Pure Vanilla spent all his time gathering all that he would need for such a journey. One day, from morning to noon, Y/n mindlessly wandered the streets when a familiar voice calls out to them.

"Y/n Knight Cookie!" Gingerbrave called out.

"Ah, Gingerbrave, strawberry Cookie, and wizard Cookie. How can I help you?" Y/n smiles warmly at the young cookies.

"Pure Vanilla cookie has asked us to accompany him to beast yeast, and we wanted to ask for you to come with us," Gingerbrave said.

"What?! Why Me?" Y/n asked nervesly.

"Beast yeast is a big unknown to us, so we need as many strong cookies to help," Wizard cookie explained.

"And we've seen you fight waffle bots by yourself. Your help would be appreciated," Strawberry Cookie said.

Y/n wanted to say no, but the three younger ones looked up to them with baby doll eyes. Crumbling their resolve to turn them down. The three practically dragged them to the airship.

"Gingerbrave! Everything is ready. did you find what you-" Pure vanilla pauses, surprised to see Y/n before him.

Another awkward silence falls between them. The ancient hero was a bit embarrassed after remembering how their last conversation went. Pure vanilla wanted to say something, but Y/n raised their hand.

"We have a friend to save, and that is more important right now," Y/n Cookie said a bit strenly.

Gingerbrave and co, could feel the strange tension. So they hurried onto the ship.

"Y/n cookie," Pure vanilla said softly.

"I am your knight and am ready to serve," Y/n kneeled, stoic.

They get up to walk onto the ship.

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[themultifanshipper]

Carlos knew the backstory. Everybody did. It was front page news for weeks. 

Despite the divorce being mostly Charles' fault, he'd taken it like a betrayal. And when you signed with Ferrari as his teammate, the world of Formula One imploded. 

Warnings: threesome, angry sex, bickering, double penetration, reader is a vessel for Charlos to be insane about each other, quite angsty ngl, I had Cruel by Tori Amos on repeat while I wrote this  

Charles' ego never fully recovered from any of it. Even at the start, the fact that you rose through the junior categories so fast, that you got to formula one after him and yet still managed to keep up with him in your rookie season was too much to bare.  

He almost quit. Your Ferrari contract was the closest he ever came to truly losing it. 

He almost sued Fred. For what he didn't know, but someone had to pay. 

You'd been teammates for less than a season when it happened. 

You'd beaten him. In your third F1 season, in equal machinery, in the fastest car on the grid. No safety cars, no technical problems. 

You'd beaten him. Fair and square. 

He physically couldn't handle it.  

He almost smashed his helmet when he got out of the car, all the rage that had built inside him for the past year since he'd discovered you'd signed was about to be unleashed. 

Carlos found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Or the very right place, depending on how you look at it. 

He was walking past the door of your driver's room, on his way to talk to Charles, when he heard what sounded like a screaming match coming from inside. 

Something akin to panic rose inside him and he decided to intervene before either of you got seriously injured. 

It had happened before. You and Charles got a race ban. Fred almost had a heart attack when he got the news that he had to find 2 reserve drivers for a race.

So Carlos stormed in, ready to separate you but he quickly realised his mistake. 

It wasn't a screaming match. Well not really. 

Your loud cries were mostly moans, with angry words thrown in. And Charles was panting above you, responding to everything with as much venom as he could. 

While fucking you. 

It was the strangest thing Carlos had ever seen. The argument was so heated neither of you noticed he was there and he just watched wordlessly while Charles held you down and ploughed into you angrily as you shouted abuse at him. 

Another thing he noticed was that neither of you were really undressed. Charles's race suit was just pushed down around his thighs along with his fireproofs, and you still had your fireproof top on, you bottoms were hanging off one of your legs as if Charles had ripped them off in his haste to get you exposed.  

“What the fuck” 

Carlos couldn't help the words from escaping him and of course your head turned towards him just as he took a step back to go back out the way he'd come. 

“What the fuck do you want?” You snapped. 

Charles stopped fucking you in favour of looking at his ex-teammate. 

“Don't talk to him like that. He's the only person here who doesn't hate you” 

“Is that why you've got your dick inside me, Charles? Because you hate me?” 

“Yes. But I bet he wouldn't mind having his dick inside you either, isn't that right Carlos?” 

The Spaniard opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out as he felt his blood pumping faster and louder in his ears than usual. 

“Don’t be shy, I know you want her” 

The ability to make split-second decisions was vital in their line of work. 

Carlos' jaw clicked shut, and so did the door as he closed it and made his way over to you. 

“I bet you're loving this” you spat at Charles “You've always wanted to show Carlos how much better you are than him” 

You hit a nerve there. 

“Carlos, come over here and make her shut up for me please” 

“Oh you're capable of saying please now? I don't think you've ever said it to me…” 

He thrusted into you as hard as he could to make you stop talking, and your cry of pain made him throb. 

“Carlos, put something in her mouth, now” 

Carlos had seen Charles angry before, perks of being a Ferrari driver for three years, but he'd never seen him look quite so deranged. 

Charles turned you over onto your knees and shoved his cock back inside you roughly.

He pinned your arms behind your back and held you still while Carlos approached. The spaniard kneeled in front of you, pulling his cock out of his fireproofs to stroke it in front of your face. 

This was weird for him, but just like in his career, he wasn't one for ignoring opportunities that presented themselves to him. 

“Suck him” Charles growled and you opened your mouth to take Carlos halfway down. 

Charles wasn't having any of that. He thrust into you and made you gag around Carlos, and the older man groaned as his fingers tangled in your hair. 

Charles knew you could take the rough treatment, but there was a part of him that hoped you were struggling, that somehow he was giving you retribution for all the shit you pulled during the race. 

And in his life. 

It was brutal, and Carlos was just along for the ride as he watched Charles's punishing thrusts push you further down on his cock. 

He pulled you off after only a few minutes because it was getting to him way too fast for his liking. The whole situation was frying his brain.

You heaved in a breath and crawled up his body, coming face to face with him.  

“I know you've always wanted me” you panted, lips inches from his, and it took everything in him to not close the distance and devour you. He couldn't do that to Charles. 

“Wanna know a secret?” You voice was getting shakier as Charles' cock was hitting your sweet spot dead on because of the change of angle. 

Carlos gulped, eyes darting back and forth between your lidded eyes and spit-slick lips that were parted in a half smirk. 

“Sure” he whispered, uncertain. 

“Charles…” you moaned, visibly right on the edge of your orgasm “Charles has always wanted to fuck you” 

And with that your body collapsed against his as you moaned loudly and rode out the waves of euphoria. 

His eyes landed on Charles and got a powerful shock to his system when he saw that Charles was already staring at him.

His eyes were dark while he continued the languid movement of his hips. 

That revelation felt like a punch to the gut, and it's a good thing that nothing was touching his cock in that moment because would have come on the spot just at the way Charles was looking at him. He'd never seen so much raw want in someone's eyes before. 

Charles had a plan forming in his head. He wanted Carlos to fuck you. 

He wanted you to get fucked. Not just in the literal sense, he wanted you to get. Fucked. 

He needed you to feel his pain.

You were so high on adrenaline from your first orgasm you barely registered Charles' spit soaked fingers slipping inside your ass. 

Your muscles were loose so he didn't meet much resistance as he stretched you out, just enough to take his cock without any problems. 

He hadn't done this in a while. Not with you, and he'd forgotten how slick you got from this, how much your body craved it. 

And he craved it just as much. 

So without further ado he pulled out of your sweet cunt and pushed in to your other twitching hole slowly. 

It was torture, it was heaven, it was too fast and too slow. 

It was... perfect.

As if rehearsed, Carlos shuffled closer, trapping you between the two men's bodies, and you felt his wet tip poke your inner thigh. 

“Carlos” you breathed, “Fuck me, please- I need you inside me” 

It was like he was in a trance, he nodded at you, intense eyes following the movement of your tongue wetting your lips. 

He hooked a hand under one of your thighs, lifting it to wrap it around his hip before lining himself up. He pushed the tip in, and groaned when he felt your velvety walls swallow him in greedily. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked 

“No you cannot!” Charles growled at him.

“I wasn't talking to you” Carlos snapped back but you didn't let either of them say another word as you grabbed Carlos' hair and smashed your lips together messily. 

Charles grunted and decided to focus on the way his cock was stretching your puffy rim around it. 

Carlos pushed in to the hilt and all three of you groaned. The fullness overwhelmed you and you had to take a second to breathe while the two men realised they could feel each other inside your body. 

You felt completely boneless, pushed to the limit by the guys inside you, selfishly chasing their own pleasure while you struggled to hold onto your sanity. 

You hadn't even noticed them lock lips. 

You were squeezed between their bodies while Carlos' hand weaved its way into Charles' hair to pull him into a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth. 

The drag of their cocks inside you made you feel full and overstimulated, but you felt like you would die if they stopped, it felt too good. 

They were basically ignoring your presence, the body they felt between them was invisible while they made out, so to them it felt like they were mutually fucking each other. 

And if they were honest with themselves, this had been a long time coming.  

You saw them when they were teammates. You and Charles were at the dreg-end of your marriage and of course the tension and chemistry between the two men was undeniable, to you, and to anyone that possessed a functional pair of eyes. 

And here they were, wrapped around the barrier that both separated them and brought them together. 

You and Charles were over, but maybe, just maybe, there was hope. 

Hope for what? No idea. But this was certainly quite a bit of change in a short space of time, and there was no way of going back after this. 

Charles was approaching his end, and Carlos was lost in the feeling of the wet tight heat around his cock. 

“Gonna come” Charles grunted and Carlos hummed.  

“Go on then Charles” he growled, still holding the younger man's head close by his hair. “Come for me” 

The slight tug on his scalp made Charles lose it, and he cried out while his hips jerked uncontrolably. 

Carlos wasn't far behind, and they both filled you to the brim as your own body jerked with the shock of a weak orgasm they somehow managed to pull out of you at the very last moment. 

Charles pulled his fireproofs back on properly and gave you a disgusted look. 

“Next time you know what to expect.” 

He stormed out, leaving you and Carlos in a tense silence. 

You were slumped against the back of the couch, not making any move to clean yourself up. 

You were staring at the floor. Carlos felt the need to ask you if you were alright. 

“I'm fine. I can handle Charles, we were married for 4 years…” you gulped and kicked off the fireproofs that were still clinging to your leg. 

“I'm sorry” 

You looked at Carlos. “For what?” 

“I've wanted you for a long time” he said simply, and your gaze softened. 

“I’ve always known that. Charles did too. It was reason number four hundred and eighty six for our divorce” 

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. 

“I never imagined it would happen like this”  

You smiled and took one of his hands in yours. 

“Life never happens the way we expect it to. All we can do is make the best of it…” 

Carlos scrunched his nose. “That is very cliché.” 

You laughed “Yeah, I get philosophical after getting my brains fucked out” 

A light blush dusted over Carlos' cheeks when he realised you were still half naked, and probably leaking his cum all over the couch. 

“Do you want some help to clean up?” 

You nodded and he picked you up carefully, carrying you over to the small bathroom. 

Now was his chance, his opportunity, and he refused to screw it up like Charles had all those years ago. 

[siilent-wanderer]

The Lines We Cross

Pairing: actress!aespa x actress!reader

aespa as classic k-drama tropes

masterlist

Jimin

Defending her from her ex

you and Jimin are best friends in the drama

but her character’s ex keeps trying to win her back (it’s annoying)

the script only called for you to step in and pull her away

but the moment the ex gets pushy, you blurt out the first thing in your mind

“She’s with me now.”

"Seriously? You're choosing her over me? Come on, babe."

"Don't call her that. You lost that privilege a long time ago."

Jimin freezes

this wasn’t in the script

her eyes widen as she glances at you, lips slightly parted in shock

the director doesn’t yell cut, so obviously you keep going

you slip your arm around her waist, pulling her closer

“She doesn’t need to deal with someone who didn’t appreciate her when they had the chance"

Jimin’s cheeks are turning pink

the cameras aren’t even focused on her anymore

BUT she’s still looking at you like you just flipped her entire world upside down

after the director yells "cut", she’s still staring

“You— uh, that was… unexpected.”

“Didn’t like it?”

she huffs, crossing her arms but failing to hide her flustered smile

“I didn’t say that. You actually looked so hot back there. Almost made me believe you were actually jealous.”

you roll your eyes, “Maybe I was. Who knows?”

"Hmm, I wouldn't mind if you were."

Aeri

Falling asleep on her shoulder

you just finished filming at a set away from the city, so it was a long ride back to the hotel

you’re exhausted, eyelids drooping despite your best efforts

Aeri is scrolling through her phone when she suddenly feels a weight on her shoulder

she glances down and finds you fast asleep against her

she stifles a chuckle, adjusting her posture slightly so you’re more comfortable

the van hits a small bump, and you instinctively nuzzle closer

EVEN murmuring her name in your sleep ???

Aeri freezes

her heart does this stupid little flip and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling too much

the other cast members notice and start teasing her, making little kissy noises

“Shut up”

but she doesn’t move away

she rests her head lightly against yours, letting herself enjoy the moment

when the van finally stops, you slowly wake up, finding yourself nestled against Aeri

“I'm sorry, did I-”

“Yeah. For a while. Drooled on my shoulder, too,” Aeri smirks

your eyes widen, “I did not—”

she laughs at your horrified expression, then leans in slightly

“Kidding. But since you used me as your personal pillow, I think you owe me something.”

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

Aeri grins, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur

“Dinner. You know, as compensation.”

you scoff, but there’s a small smile playing on your lips

“Fine. My treat.”

“Actually… I think I deserve dessert, too.”

“Push your luck, and you’ll be paying."

“Worth it.”

Minjeong

Confession in the rain

your characters have been dancing around their feelings for so long

and for some stupid reason, you decide to confront them in the middle of a damn storm

rain is pouring, soaking both of you

Minjeong is glaring at you, breathless from arguing

she never screamed at you before. well, not until now

“Why do you care so much?” she yells over the downpour, eyes searching yours

you step forward, grabbing her wrist before she can turn away

“Because it’s you!” you confess, voice raw and filled with emotion. “It’s always been you!”

Minjeong’s expression softens for half a second

AND THEN she grabs your collar and pulls you in for a desperate kiss

the rain blurs everything, but all you can focus on is her — her warmth, her hands gripping you like she’s afraid to let go

"CUT!"

you expect her to pull away immediately, but she doesn’t

she lingers, her forehead resting against yours

“That was… really good acting,” she mutters, though her breathless voice betrays her

“Yeah? Want to practice some more?”

she shoves you playfully, but you catch the small, shy smile she’s trying to hide

"But you know kissing me wasn't in the script, right?"

her eyes widen, "Huh? What do you mean?"

you just smirk and walk away, leaving her confused and flustered

Yizhuo

Carrying her home drunk

Yizhuo's character gets drunk after a breakup

and unfortunately for you, as her closest friend, have no choice but to carry her home

“You’re heavy,” you groan, adjusting her on your back

Yizhuo giggles, arms lazily draped over your shoulders

“I’m not heavy. You’re just weak.”

“I should just leave you here,” you tease, pretending to drop her

she tightens her hold around your neck immediately

“Yah! You wouldn’t dare!”

you laugh, feeling the warmth of her cheek against your shoulder

in the script, it said you have to gently set her down once you reach her apartment

but Yizhuo, still in playful character mode, doesn’t let go

“You’re always so nice to me… Why can’t everyone be like you?”**

your stupid heart stutters

“Because they’d all be too annoying to handle.”

she's looking at you like she doesn't even care that you just teased her

she's smiling like she's about to laugh BUT HER EYES

they're looking at you lovingly

which flusters you, so you stop talking

"CUT!"

she doesn’t move right away. she's STILL clinging to you, smirking

“I like being carried. Might have to get drunk more often.”

you roll your eyes, “Or you could just ask next time.”

she hums in amusement. “Where’s the fun in that?”

A/N: hello, I'm back from the dead

[arcadia-of-pluto]

LADS Headcanons

MC + reader = same person

Word count; 2.7k

Warnings; 18+ content for some parts, but honestly it's not even that bad.

Notes; Hey guys! I felt a bit bad since I haven't been working on...anything. So I decided to whip this up (mostly because I had a Caleb headcanon and I wasn't sure how to get it out there, so they all get headcanons!). Now, keep in mind, these are my headcanons so they're not canon or anything. It's just all in good fun, you know? Sorry if some are shorter than others

Also this isn't proof-read at all so if there's spelling errors and stuff...well, it just shows I'm human! You know?

Caleb

So, as seen in Caleb's 4-star promise card “Deceptive Solitude”, I don't think Caleb and MC would shy away from seeing each other in any state of undress. Spoilers for the card, but she walks into the bathroom while he has a towel slung low on his waist. Water dripped down his bare chest. Neither is embarrassed or shocked. Caleb isn't trying to cover himself up in a panic and MC isn't staring at his bare chest or towel clad lower half. They just have a normal conversation while he's cleaning his gun and looking at each other in the mirror.

Then, a little while later, he stands behind her in front of the mirror, still only in a towel and it's still a calm and domestic moment. No one is nervous or shy, trying to rush to get dressed. It's clear that Caleb has been shirtless in front of her and has probably even walked around in a towel in front of her. So, the same could be said for her.

I think Caleb would be extremely calm if she changed in front of him. It's just a normal thing for them. As long as they have undergarments on or their privates are covered, I don't think they would feel embarrassed or even shy.

That's not to say no one can write Caleb as a shy, blushing dweeb (because he definitely is that), but that's just one of the biggest headcanons I have for him since seeing that card.

Other headcanons would be;

He's a panty sniffer. We all knew this, all assume as much. He volunteers to do the laundry, accidentally touches something wet, and turns out…it's MC's panties that she touched herself in. He doesn't realize this, ends up sniffing his fingers, and he's surprised. The thought of what she did, of what you did, in those panties turns him off and…then he uses them to get off. An additional headcanon would be that he steals any of your brand new panties, gets off in them, making sure to cum all over them, and then washes them for you to wear. He's…breaking them in for you, so to speak.

He gets annoyed whenever anyone else, besides himself, refers to him as your brother. He doesn't want to be known as your brother to anyone. He started acting this way the moment he hit puberty. He's been in love with you this whole time, but isn't sure what his next step is since he doesn't want to ruin the relationship you have. Before the explosion, he tries to keep his jealousy in check. During your school years, most of his fights would be between him and guys who wanted to ask you out – whether they were serious or wanting to ask you out as a joke. He'd fight with them all, but then brush off your concern by saying they were just bullies.

He would most definitely be a virgin. I can't imagine him even wanting to have sex with anyone other than MC. Even just to try it out. Same with kissing. He doesn't seem easily susceptible to peer pressure either, so nothing would be able to tempt him. He would, however, practice. Whether it's kissing apples, pillows, anything of the sort. He'd also more than likely own an onahole (or a pocket pussy), he'd imagine it as MC and experiment a lot with it. He'd finger it, actually fuck it, he would try licking it but he'd prefer the real thing. I also feel he wouldn't enjoy watching porn, he'd rather imagine you in various situations than watch some random get plowed. He wouldn't be extremely kinky, but he'd be up to try anything you wanted to at least once. On days you were away from home for awhile, I feel he'd go to your room and grind his dick on your pillows with a pair of your panties held up to his face. He'd cum all over your pillow case, then quickly wash it once post nut clarity hit and he'd feel a little guilty over it.

He'd always be daydreaming. Whether it be about dating you, proposing, getting married, having specifically one kid. He would only want one and he'd prefer she look like you, so he could have another princess to spoil. He would prefer only one child, because anymore and your attention wouldn't be on him as much…and he doesn't like that thought. He writes down baby names in a journal; alongside your schedule, your likes and dislikes, honeymoon plans, anything you've off-handly said you wanted, anything you've said looked cute, and his biggest plan of all — putting Gran in a care facility.

Caleb doesn't exactly care for Josephine. I mean, I can clearly see why. Sure, she gives him an allowance, but it's clear that she prefers MC over him. He was just a requirement for adopting MC. If she didn't, MC would've never come with her. She didn't go to his graduation, she didn't visit him at the hospital when he was injured. And it makes sense for Caleb not to like her as much. He has all his memories from being experimented on. Sure Josephine wasn't in charge of his tests, but she was still an Ever Researcher, someone can't trust. But he was a child. This was the only way he could protect MC and not be separated from her, so he was willing to do it.

When Caleb sleeps alone, he moves a lot in his sleep. Especially since he's always having nightmares. Sometimes, he'll wake up on the floor with covers tangled around him. However, when he sleeps with you, his nightmares are more manageable. He doesn't care how you both sleep as long as you're in his arms. The moment you're out of his reach, he wakes up and he'll pull you back.

(This is feeling like less of a headcanon post and more of a character dissection 😭 the others won't be as detailed since I'm unsure of how any of them would act in certain situations ;-; )

Sylus

Sylus would also be one who isn't embarrassed or shy about being naked in front of MC – however, I feel, in this case, MC would be the shy and embarrassed one. Sylus isn’t someone she's been around for 10+ years like Caleb, she's only known him for a few months. So if she saw him shirtless or in a towel, she'd definitely try to cover her eyes and blush, shouting at him to ask what his problem is. But if he were injured and shirtless, she wouldn't hesitate to run over and help in any way she can.

This applies to all of the love interests. Even if she's embarrassed from the sight of their chest and abs, the sight of blood would cause her to jump into action.

Sylus would also enjoy watching her from afar. We've seen how he kept an eye on her with Mephisto before they even met, so who's to say he hasn't used Mephisto to spy on her while changing or while she was getting off? Especially after he's met her and she's aware of who he is. MC would be mortified over this since she views Mephisto as a pet and not a highly intelligent robot that happens to be in the shape of a crow, but Sylus would get a good tease out of it.

He's also always keeping an eye on her, which is how he coincidentally shows up everywhere she goes.

She's got a high confidential Hunter's Association meeting? He's somehow in the same building doing a weapons deal.

He loves slotting himself into her every day life, so her co-workers are aware of his existence. Loves teasing MC as she's extremely worried about him getting caught and locked away, when she should instead be worried that she'll be caught with him and be in big trouble for hiding the leader of Onychinus.

He avoids using his right eye on MC because he's worried he'll see any desires that don't include him.

This one is more actually canon, but he sleeps during the day (because most of his work is at night but) so he can keep an eye on MC at night. To make sure her house is safe, among other things, while he does his usual work. He prefers to sleep sitting up with his bedside lamp on. Unless you're in bed with him, then he prefers to cuddle with your front facing him. He never wants to sleep with your back to him, because then he feels like you're mad at him.

Rafayel

He would be so embarrassed to be undressed in front of you that you would forget to be embarrassed. However, his shyness would be gone after the first time. It was just his knee jerk reaction. He was almost worried you'd avoid him if you saw him like that. Even if he's had you in another life, he's nervous he'll never get the chance to do so again. So that’s why he's always hesitant with his actions, and why he's passionate and intense when showing his love.

Since he slumbers on the seafloor, waiting for MC to reincarnate once more, he's not used to having legs so his ankles are a tad bit weaker than a normal person's. He can be clumsy and he walks with a barely noticeable limp. You can definitely tell whenever he's standing up since he never puts all of his weight down fully on one of his feet (I don't remember exactly which one though and I'd hate to be wrong).

He tries to hide his pain, his feelings, by being sarcastic and making jokes all the time. Sure, his jokes can be a tad hurtful at times, but there's never any venom behind them. His optimistic demeanor hides his tidal wave of emotions hidden just under the surface.

He lives by the ocean on Whitesand Bay so he can listen to the seagulls, breathe in the salt from the water, and occasionally go for a swim. Because of this, many fishermen in Linkon will claim they saw a mermaid in the water. It's obviously just Rafayel, but most people would chalk it up to being manatees or a new type of aquatic Wanderer.

He likes to keep an eye on MC from afar, similarly to Sylus. But, since he doesn't have Mephisto, he puts on a disguise and follows her around. Or he'll hire a private investigator to learn about what's going on in his life. (Most of this is canon since he watched over her while he was in college and did a presentation on her campus)

He sleeps on his stomach, face buried in his pillows while his satin shirt rides up his back. While he doesn't prefer to sleep shirtless or naked, he does like having his skin exposed. Always having a foot out from under the covers.

Xavier

Now, I would say Xavier would be embarrassed but who am I kidding? From what any of his steamy 5-stars show, this man would not be embarrassed at all. Instead, he'd revel in the fact that you're embarrassed. He'd tilt his head back and raise an eyebrow as you blushed and struggled to look away.

He absolutely loves to be in control, to toss you around like a rag doll, let everyone know just who you belong to. But then outside of the bedroom, he's the sweetest man alive. Even giving you puppy dog eyes and apologizing if he barely bumps you.

He tends to keep an eye on you through light. Wanting to always make sure you're safe and if any other man gets on his nerves, he will let it be known. He's a very jealous man, and for no reason too. Even if you're in a secure relationship, he'll still get mad at any man hanging around you. No matter how many times you reassure him, he's still upset. Which could be annoying, but I feel like it stems from a lot of different things.

Mainly, whenever Xavier went missing (during his Lightseeker Myth) for over 300-years, Jeremiah was by MC's side the whole time. He can say all he wants about how he wouldn't be mad if she dated someone else, but we know that's bullshit. Though it is odd that he's not as jealous in that life as he is in this current one. Maybe it's because this is his last life with MC and he wants to be her one and only? But with Queen MC, he wasn't as jealous since he knew he could get another MC?

Honestly, not sure. The whole of his Lightseeker Myth kind of bothers me – and i say this as someone who loves Xavier, but Queen MC was done dirty. I feel as if this version of MC is the most miserable, the one who got screwed over the most. Because at least when MC died in her other myths, she died knowing she was loved. At least when the other love interested died in their myths, she knew they cared about her. But in Lightseeker? She went from knight to queen, with no prior training. She was forced into being queen to a planet that was on the brink of death. A dying planet with citizens that she cared for, but with no way to save them or herself. Left all alone, knowing that her best friend left her to travel with Xavier and that Xavier left to find another version of her (while she didn't fully know who he left Philos for, she'd definitely be able to figure this out after he left).

Anyways, rambles aside, I think Xavier is so jealous and clingy because he doesn't want to lose you. He wants to make the most of his time with you and finally have a chance to love you and be with you. Which, in turn, makes him easily excitable when it comes to sex – especially with how his 5-stars are portrayed.

I think Xavier either sleeps like a sick Victorian child on his deathbed (flat on his back, hands on his chest) or he sleeps curled up in a ball. When in bed with you, it's constant cuddles. Usually him curled up against your back, an arm slung over your waist.

Zayne

Zayne is similar to Caleb in the aspect of, MC is rather comfortable around him. Yes, there may be a bit of shyness and hesitation when seeing him in a state of undress, but that would all fade away rather quickly. Internally, Zayne would be embarrassed, but his first priority would be to calm your nerves.

While at Akso for doctor's appointments, he would be professional and curt. He'd do his best not to show favourtism, but if you came in gravely injured, he'd be the first to internally freak out and rush you into the operating room.

He'd be a calm and gentle lover, oftentimes a bit vanilla. Talking you through it. Other times, he can be rather rough (look no further than his 5-star card “Absolute Zeal”). < also, he'd more than likely be a lightweight since he doesn't drink often.

I can't really think of what else to write for him, like I'm honestly not even sure how he would sleep, but I'll still try.

He loves to hold hands. He tends to rub his thumb across the top of your hand and over your knuckles. Tired cuddles are a must with his head resting on yours. Always kissing the crown on your head. His stomach does flips whenever you kiss the scars on his arms. He does his best to stay composed while, on the inside, he's an absolute mess. He loves to play with your hair, always keeping a hair tie in his pocket for when you want to pull your hair up. He could mindlessly braid your hair for hours on end.

Zayne sleeps in a multitude of ways depending on how tired he is or if he needs to be on standby for work. Some days he could fall asleep while sitting up, glasses on with a book open on his lap. Other times, he could sleep on his side or even his back. When he sleeps next to you, he's always got to be holding your hand. He'll hold your hand close to his face while he sleeps, lips brushing against your knuckles with his arm around your waist.

[munv]

𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗬

• In which, you had died and reincarnated into Blue Lock as the Itoshi Siblings elder sibling, How will your journey in this new life treat you? What goals will it lead you to?

• P10

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It was only a couple of years since the birth of your little brother Rin, he was a fussy little boy but it’s not like much could be done. He was a baby afterall. You find it a bit odd though. For the past few days ever since Rin has been added to your family circle, Sae has been hibernating in your room. Which just so happened to be your current predicament.

"nee-san, where's the charger?" he was on the beanbag near your window with a iPad in his hand.

"to your left." you muttered without sparing him a second glance. You questioned him earlier as to why he decided to set camp inside your room. But he just said that he wanted an "escape". Whatever that meant.

You doubt he's going through his emo phase so early.

Ever since your parents have been busy with the baby Sae took it upon himself to sleep in your room. You get that he's not the most social, and took hella time for him to warm up to you despite being his older sister. But what harm could a baby possibly cause to him?

"[n/n] dear! come downstairs please!" Your mothers voice called out. You let out a sigh before making your way downstairs. Closing the door behind you, since you've come to learn that Sae gets pissed off and berates you for not closing the door.

Downstairs, you came face to face with your mother who was dressed up. "are you going somewhere?" You questioned. “Ah, there you are! And sae aswell!”

Oh God, him?

Behind was the little boy peeking from the top of the staircase. Turning your attention back to your mother, the baby was your fathers hands. "We need to go out since you know your aunt needs help with certain things!" she smiled.

No doubt it was family drama again, you sweatdropped. Arms crossed, "are you implying.." Your father gave you an apologetic smile, bouncing Rin slightly. "we know how you don't really like being disturbed in your alone time, but we'll be counting on you, our little [n/n]!" Usually, if they were to leave you alone with Sae, they would imply that they would just be back soon , surely they were shitting you though. I mean, they wouldn't leave you alone with the both of them.. It wasn't long of much more advice and explaining with a bit of tears (props to your mother crying about her "babies" being left all alone with no one to protect them) 

"Alright dear! oh, and dont forge-!" you door was shut before she could get another word in. You could slightly hear complaints and loud laughter beyond the door before the sound of a car starting vibrated against your ears. Letting out a sigh you let your head rest against the door before turning around to face the impending doom that was laid down for you. 

"alright..we're going to have some rules" you say to the two tealed boys looking back at you. 

Rin giggled happily, clapping his hands while Sae blankly stared at you, "what a bother.." he rolled his eyes 

At first when you had to take care of your two younger brothers, you considered the fact that maybe, just maybe you would get that slim chance that they wouldnt go crazy like they were one von dread strong. Holy shit were you wrong, and the worst part? They took less than an hour to prove you wrong. That was the biggest ego bruise so far.

You only began to realize you were the farthest cry from right when Sae and Rin went silent for way too long for comfort. You were set up in your room relaxing, no headphones in this time, just for the sake of being responsible and being there when you need to be. Just you, the sound of pen meeting paper, and occasional typing. But maybe it was a tad too quiet. 

It's not like you welcome the noise or anything. Just concerned that there isnt as much as you thought there'd be. The sun was still out since your parents opted to leave pretty early this morning. The open window allowed sun the shine through onto the work stretched out before you. 

With a stretch you raised your arms above your head with a content sigh. "maybe I should go check on them..by grace they would be asleep by now." chair scraping against the wooden floor, you rose from your corner with ease. "alright! I'll go see how they're doin-...." 

BAM

It was quick, but a precise execution. The soccer ball whirled in through your open window and straight into the room. If only you had been quick enough to evade it, one millisecond even couldve saved you. If only..

Holy shit, its getting darker? Did you sit up too fast? Is this an assault? No, it was your damn soccer ball. You could tell. 

Just then, pattering rang out throughout the house and loud screams "NEE-SAN!!" "oh damn, it really connected"

"NEE-SAN DON'T DIE PLEASE!" one voice cried out "Is she dead," another paused before continuing "yet?" 

"NII-SAN!" the higher one cried out "what? it's a honest question..oh. Its blood. She might be dying Rin." "NOOOOOOOO!!" he wailed

'what a brat' was the last thought before you drifted off to sleep. 

                            ITOSHI OMAKE                                                                 

"[name], dear, can you sit up? I cant have you lying down with such a nosebleed" currently your mother was aiding you on the living room couch with a towel, benadryl, and some water. "Okaasan?" "yes, dear?" 

"I'm going to smite your eldest son." a dark aura surrounded your body as you stared at your little brother with malice. He had some nerve drinking kombucha right about now as he stared right at something he caused. "and then nii-san went whoosh and bam!!". Rin explained to his dad with what seemed to be imitations of sae's prior showcase. He was holding miko in his hands as she purred at the affections. "it seems we have a bunch of soccer geniuses" your father chuckled. 

sae gave you a blank look before continuing, "will you finally stop being shallow and play soccer with me now?" he asked, taking another sip. 

"oh it is SO ON you little brat"

"If I knew hitting you square in the face with a soccer ball was all it took, I wouldve done it earlier, nee-san" he mocked

"[n/n]! please stay still, you're bleeding again!" your mother gasped "You.Me.Outside.Now. I'm not taking insults from the underdeveloped"

"would that make you old?" 

Was this brat taunting you into playing with him? He's lucky its working. 

"Outside." you glared, standing up from your supposed death bed on the family couch. 

"Ok" he seemed pleased, a little too please. He offered a small smug smirk before quickly going blank once again. "I saw that." 

"saw what my ever so beloved elder sister?" 

"I'm going to punch you" 

"Ohh! Fight!" Rin encouraged with a bright smile. Your father sweated at the sparks flying between you and sae. "Rin, where did you learn that?" 

"from you!"

[glassmermaids]

[so real — patrick zweig x reader] it's been years since patrick had even spoken to you, but tonight he still finds himself in front of your door with an overnight bag and a hopeful heart. he doesn't even deserve your time, though, and you both know it.

You have by now, in all your years of living, made peace with the fact that you were a weak person. A pushover or people pleaser in better terms maybe; willing to break your back for people who wouldn't even think twice about you. You didn't know why you were this way, but you couldn't find it in yourself to hurt or God forbid, inconvenience someone they way they've done to you countless times.

Maybe you were this way because you were raised and taught to take care of the people around you, or because you knew exactly what it felt like to be dissapointed and let down, so you couldn't bear to make someone else feel that hurt. Maybe you never valued yourself enough to believe you deserved good people in your life, taking the treatment as a punishment to a crime you're unaware you've committed.

That's probably why most people who have done you wrong still hold a present place in your life, why you could never allow yourself to cut someone off because even if they were the worst person in the world, your mind would cling to the one or two times they'd been good to you. It's why when you open the door to find Patrick's sullen face staring back at you, your heart aches for him immediately.

During the time you and Patrick had been together, he hadn't been the best partner. You were never important enough for his time or undivided attention, always an afterthought rather than a priority. He had gotten too comfortable with having you around, too comfotable in the idea that you'd never leave him, and it shocked both of you when you ultimately decided to call it quits and cut off all ties.

Despite how things had soured between you two, you still tried to remember Patrick along with all of the good times you shared with him when the relationship was still fresh and the honeymoon phase still flourished. The nights he'd hold you close to his chest and fill your mind with fantasies and dreams of a perfect future together; one where he made it big and the two of you got married and settled down in whatever quaint town of your choice. Those were just fantasies and dreams, though, and that's all they would ever be.

You knew you shouldn't be giving him the time of day, that you ought to have slammed the door shut the second you saw his face. Yet you don't do that, you can't find the strength to do so anyway. So, instead, when he asks if he could crash on your couch for the night, you let him in wordlessly. You spare him a look of pity as you notice the way the exhaustion clings to his face and seeps through his body, all cracking joints and quiet sighs. You only smile when he compliments you, telling you that you're still as pretty as ever. You say nothing when he tries to apologize, asking forgiveness for treating you so badly, and yet a part of you so badly wants to believe him, to forgive him.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

adding to all the thoughts about transness and joy right now, i had been so anxious about taking the plunge to get on T with things going on right now, and i will never judge others for the choices they make for their own safety, but refusing to delay my happiness for fear of what might happen was not an option. i decided that i'll take what comes as it comes, but not for a second was i going to let fear get in the way of my transition.

i'm really glad that i stuck with that, especially because i've only done my second T shot now and i'm already feeling so much clearer, so much more myself. thank you for repeatedly sharing the joy and peace transition has brought you, because it helped dispel a lot of the negativity i had seen around it, and it made it easier to jump into getting on T and be loud about the joy it's already bringing me.

refusing to roll over for the fascist bastards really is essential, and that includes encouraging our own joy. so thanks. not going anywhere any time soon, and i know neither are you.

Hell yeah, I'm glad you took the plunge!

I think for a lot of people (again, not everyone), waiting for things to get better before transitioning is a terrible mistake -- you gotta do it before things get worse.

In my own case, I had nearly hit rock bottom -- estranged from most of my employers for becoming a flake (and being sued by one for bogus reasons), house in squalor and about to be foreclosed, dead broke, distant from most friends (and being abused by one), and still in utter emotional shambles from a deathbed promise to my father at age 27 that I wouldn't transition.

In my case, waiting for things to get better would have made things even worse -- "working on myself" 100% meant "start HRT". And wow, what a change. I was still broke, still unemployed, still living in filth, but turning the dial from "11" to perhaps a "3" on a dial of inescapable misery helped set me on a path to rebuilding myself.

I feel like a lot of us convince ourselves that we don't deserve joy, and once that happens, the bastards have won.

So again, kudos to you, and enjoy the new sense of clarity! ❤️

[twobehonest]

AU where Octavian is the host for Gaia. Kinda like how Luke was the host for Kronos, but diff. The main difference is that it wouldn't be known to Octavian that she is basically controlling his thoughts.

Mm decided to go steal a certain plot point in Wings of Fire with the earring. As that's the thing that holds her (man idk I came up with this at 3 PM and it's 2 AM explaining it 💀, I am naut coming up with a good reason rn)

I can only think she's recouping herself so she can grow stronger without, while attaching herself to someone with a strong position in the Roman Camp so she can actively drive them apart. Heavy manipulation tactics there. Maybe faking certain prophecies to make him absolutely spiral with paranoia. She negatively influences how he socializes and takes care of himself, which is why he's described so skinny.

She doesn't want her host to have a proper support group, nor anyone to talk to, because that could ruin everything. He'd still be largely paranoid, and an absolute control freak, while having moments of where he simply can't explain why he's exactly thinking or acting this way. To everyone, his change in personality was abrupt and weird. And those strange moments of self-awareness makes it even weirder. But the damage has been done. And it'll only get worse.

I think all of this would be utilized and built up in books 2-3. We wouldn't be villianizing him or using unnecessary word language. He'd be described as uncertain, confused of what he's spouting, and overall unbearably unhealthy. Have some characters express worry over him PLEASE. Even if they don't like him in the first place. He doesn't take part in the War Games, and he's usually dismissive about any conversation. Gaia does what Octavian needs to live, then it's isolation again. It's clear she has him in a heavy, heavy hold. And it'll continue like it..

Until Gaia breaks out, of course, but that's a whole other thought to talk about.

(Yes this AU was an excuse to have a reason to really go in depth about Octavian angst.)

[dinnersyummy]

2/14 (Megumi x Reader)

Cw: use of y/n, not proof read, angst, kind of ooc

PART 2

Wc: 727

a/n: first fic woohoo!! Here goes nothing, I've finally decided to dive into writing. Not the best but we all start somewhere </3 also for a friend 😛

Before you knew it, it was already February 14th. This might finally be the blooming of a potential relationship. You and Megumi had known each for quite a few years, ever since you joined Jujutsu High you’ve always had an eye on him. Over the past year though you’ve been working and pouring copious amounts of effort into your so called “friendship”. Most times he’d simply dismiss your presence or tell you to leave him alone. Into the late hours of the night you would find Megumi cooped up in what seemed like endless piles of work in the library. You’d always make sure to maybe bring him his favorite snack or a cup of tea thinking maybe it would help! And every time you did you’d be met with the same reactions. Whether it be a scoff or him telling you he wasn't a child needing reminders or a helping hand. It hurt a bit, but hey! Maybe he was warming up or shy! Many of your friends warned you and told you how one-sided it was and how gruesome it was watching your efforts. “y/n, you've really gotta stop trying can't you see? Your efforts aren't getting you anywhere.” Your friend stated. You simply hummed in acknowledgement, no matter what anyone said it wouldn't stop you! “Yeah y/ns she's got a point ya know, it's been ages. Megumis still the same stoic, gloomy, pushover he's always been.” Another friend chimes in. “Maybe I’ll take your pleas into consideration, anyways i’m gonna get going now.” You quickly managed to blurt out. Today was the day, today you were gonna confess to Megumi. You went back to your dorm, you changed into a more suitable outfit and grabbed the letter and chocolate. You had messaged him earlier to meet you in the courtyard, he left you on read. You smoothed out your clothes while waiting for him, a part of you didnt even think he would show up. But to your surprise he did. “What do you want?” Megumi mumbled, maybe if you had listened close enough you would notice the hint of annoyance in his voice. You swallowed hard, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I…uhm..” Suddenly doubt and worry had consumed you, all these possible what ifs clouded your mind. “You what? I don't have all day.” He spat out harshly. With one final gulp you told yourself, what's the worst that's gonna happen? “I’ve always had an eye on you ever since the day I joined Jujutsu High. My feelings now tresend that of a friend. Maybe just maybe you do feel the same way.” You talked as quickly as you could, it was a mumble jumble of words and feelings. You quickly shove both the letter and the chocolates in front of you hoping he’d accept them. Silence. You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. “What would ever make you think I would like you?” Megumi growled. You felt your heart break into a million different pieces. “All those attempts at trying to get closer only made me detest you more. I can't stand it when you're near. Everything about you is irritating. It's almost pitiful the way you follow me around like a lost puppy.” There was a prominent scowl on his face. Your eyes were stinging, you tried your best not to cry. “Oh. I see.” it comes out as a whisper getting carried along with the wind. Couldn't he have been kinder about it? “I dont need your love nor pity y/n.” Megumi slapped away the chocolates and letter in front of him. That was your final straw, first one droplet then the next before you knew your tears began to stream down. Just as you started crying so did the sky, it was as if they had shared your pain too.  “Don't try to befriend me again y/n” And with that it was the last thing he said before he walked off. You stood there crying alongside the rain. Perhaps this was how it was meant to be. 

part 2 is here!

[zepskies]

Oh God, not Black Noir version! 🖤 😭😭

But lmao yeah for real, there were parts where I was like, "Oh, so he really is the worst version of himself here, even with her." Now I know it has a double meaning... 😏

And HOLY FUCKING SHIT - I was right?!?! And I picked up on some of those threads you mentioned omfgggggg. Wayne, you're a genius for real. You've outdone yourself on such a complex and wonderfully woven, full-circle plot twist! 😭😭

Oh yeah, I did pick up on the way those questions were oddly specific lmao. But now I'm thinking of how Ben must've felt seeing her again after coming out of cryo in Russia. He must've been so confused/happy, but also thinking "WTF" since she wouldn't "remember" him.

If you remember that S3 finale flashback in Chapter 3, he even asked her if she ever saw him during her adventures, and she said Woodstock lol (I can see him internally deflate at that answer back then 😂).

Oh my God, yes I do remember that!!! When I start rereading these chapters as you post them on Tumblr it's going to be so wild for me now that I've pieced the "mystery" together. 🤯🤯🤯 It's like when you find the big twist in the thriller novel, now you have to go back and reread the whole book to pinpoint all the other little clues you inherently felt were clues along the way. 🤩🤩

Alright, let's give diabolically street-smart Benjamin some credit here: He probably broke his brain trying to figure it all out (because I sure as hell did 🤣), but he could've, A, been super pissed about it and killed her instantly (which fair enough lmao), or B, decided to tell her what happened (which would've disrupted the loop upon closer inspection), so only C remained – recreate the circumstances 🤷‍♀️

lmfaooo ok, so the biggest clue for me in chapter 1 was honestly the way he grabbed her and touched her against her will. I was so fucking mad at him -- like he's already pushing her buttons so much, does he really need to get grabby too?

So now it even puts that aspect of the scene into further perspective - the way he went full in knowing "this was the day"!

Zeppelin shirt? check.

Birthday? check.

SB: 😈😈😈

When she gets back, I can only IMAGINE how fucking cocky and insufferable he's going to be about the whole thing. 🙄

And it totally makes sense that you get a lot of these hints during a second read! I felt the same way about If I Stay! All these other things suddenly started to pop up and by rereading certain parts I became super sus of Benny 😂👏 (And I figured out where the age confusion with Dean for some might have come in – it wasn't your characterization of Dean but I think Sam x Eileen makes one automatically imagine he's older, maybe?? 💡🤯)

You know what, yeah, I have had this thought in hindsight so I'm glad you bring this up. I'm wishing that I had outright said Dean's age! (It will be mentioned in the epilogue.) I sometimes avoid it for AUs because people tend to imagine Dean how they prefer to imagine him age-wise, but for If I Stay, people understanding that Dean and reader being in their early 20s to start with really does matter for their characterization and the overall story. It does make sense that people would associate Dean in his 40s with Sam x Eileen. 😅

Long story (somwhat) short, time travel is fucking complicated to write about, time loops are even more complex because you have to keep track of everything and think ahead so much, and I think I might have broken my poor brain with this one 😂😂🙈

Girl you achieved something truly impressive from the onset. Time travel plot lines run the risk of becoming so convoluted (re: Avengers: Endgame), and you've navigated it seamlessly. 🤩👏🏽🫶🏽

The clues were subtle enough that certain things struck a bell inside me when I was reading the first time around on chapters 1-4, but it didn't truly sink in until I read chapter 1 the second time. 💛

Thank you!! I really wanted to give him someone he didn't have to lose again (🥲), and that worked out perfectly with her abilities and existing theories regarding this. Interstellar did a great job at showing it when MC drops into that wormhole library/visits other planets. So travelling a lot would make her age slower, and she did a lot of that before her PTSD lol

Omg yeah! Such a great point about Interstellar. I love learning the little inspirations behind key plot points like that. 💛 And Ben being paired with someone he doesn't have to lose is definitely a thing I considered too on BMD. I had to bend science to my will on that one, but I found a "fix" for that with SB/Ben x reader that actually came from my love of Smallville! 😆❤️💙

She reminds me a lot of Supernatural "Simon Said" Andy in that regard – just happy in a van with a bong lmao.

lmfaooo YES, I totally got that vibe when she said she was more like a hedonist than the other power-hungry supes out there. 😂😂

Aww, thank you so much, Alex! Truly!!! Your comments always make me so happy and I just love chatting with you and exchanging wild theories 🥹🩵

Aww you're so welcome, friend! You deserve every bit of it and more. I admire your writing a lot -- clearly one of the ways being your ability to write such intricate and well plotted out storylines that suck you in from the very beginning. 💛

I haven't read any 1940s Ben fics on purpose yet till I got my own HCs out of my system as not to get confused or influenced by someone else's if that makes sense 😅 But I plan to dive into Lee's 1940s version of Ben after tackling TACOM (and BDM btw – I wanna read those two next 😏) because I know she has one too 😍

Ooh yeah I don't blame you! Don't want to accidentally copy someone just because the idea is rattling around in your head. I also have Lee's You Call It Madness on my list. TACOM is such a fun ride too. That's actually the first fic I read of hers! The reader being a supe that can control plants definitely reminded me of Sky High. 💚

Omg I really think (hope) you'll like BMD! 💚💚 Their journey was my first real exploration of Soldier Boy and how to redeem the character, and like TAT, it also has that Beauty & the Beast vibe lol. It's also enemies to lovers, grumpy/sunshine feel, with a dash of kidnapping and childhood trauma thrown into the mix. 😅

(Plus, there's a little easter egg for you in Part 7 from one of your hilarious Brazilian wax comments on Part 1. 😜)

(And I was never too big on the Marvel franchise, but I'm more a Tony/Peter Parker/Deadpool girl than a Bucky/Steve/Logan girl I guess 😂)

I don't blame you lol. I fell off it myself after the last Avengers movie's truly shit ending, but the first couple waves of movies were so awesome to me in high school/college years. 😂

Anyway, once again love what you've done with TAT so far, and I'm so excited to dig into more very soon! ���

Time After Time – Chapter 1

Summary: Unable to control your abilities, you’re stuck in the present with Billy Butcher, his team, and America’s first asshole. At this point, you’ve become Soldier Boy’s personal punching bag. But when an accident leaves you stranded in 1942, you run into a familiar face and suddenly rely on your future tormentor’s help as your only hope.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x supe!Reader

Warnings: 18+ for language, angst, Soldier Boy being an insufferable ass, reader is a supe with chronokinesis (time manipulation), post S3 alternate ending, enemies to lovers & slow burn, set partially in 1942

Word Count: 6.0k

Posted on Patreon March 1, 2025

A/N: Weeee, so excited to finally share the first part of this series with all of you! From mortal enemies to classic romance, crazy and angsty time travel theories, and a glimpse behind the green suit (in both ways), we're gonna have a lot of fun with this one 😉💕

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Chapter 1: Of All the Gin Joints...

“Move, or I’ll move you.”

Annoyed, you huffed a sigh and lifted your feet off the coffee table, shifting a few inches to the right, so Soldier Boy could pass by with a deep grumble. You rolled your eyes back slightly when he plopped down next to you on the worn, old couch in the office of the Flatiron Building.

“A ‘please’ wouldn’t hurt you every once in a while,” you muttered with a glare at the supe.

“Disagree,” he huffed.

When Butcher and his team tracked you down and recruited you almost a year ago, you surely hadn’t signed up to spend your days with a fossil from the past century. All they had wanted you to do was find the weapon that could destroy Homelander. That weapon turned out to be Soldier Boy.

And you had found him, freed the man from forty years of Russian torture without receiving so much as a ‘thank you,’ and helped the team take down Homelander, who was currently powerless and safely locked up in a CIA black site. Now, you were still here – as was Soldier Boy.

To your dismay, he wasn’t just the most powerful supe on the planet, especially after his own son’s steep fall from grace, but he was also the biggest motherfucking asshole that ever walked the earth.

Soldier Boy was obnoxious, loud, rude, sexist, racist, lazy, arrogant, selfish, cruel, deceitful, complacent, vindictive, inconsiderate, paranoid, ruthless and unsympathetic. Honestly, you’d need a whole dictionary just to get through every single character trait you hated about that man.

This morning he’d been particularly belligerent as soon as he had set foot inside the office and Hughie bumped into him, causing Soldier Boy to spill his iced latte. To be fair, the guy had just been standing in the doorway like a moron for a full three minutes – he’d stared at you the whole time, probably thinking of new ways to torture you.

Today marked your 30th birthday of all things, so it was only natural your over six-feet playground tormentor would be present for the occasion.

“Led Zeppelin, huh?” he noted with an arched brow, eyeing your choice of outfit. You mostly wore band shirts from tours you’d been to from your time traveling adventures.

“Yeah, I got it for my twenty-fifth birthday. I went to Zeppelin’s first tour in 1969. Only wear it on special occasions,” you told him with a smile.

In some rare moments, it was actually possible to have a normal fucking conversation with him. You hoped it was one of those. Aside from his grumpiness in the morning, maybe he’d decided to give you a break on your birthday.

“Oh, yeah, right…” He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Happy fucking birthday, I guess.”

“That is so sweet of you, thank you,” you replied wryly.

He knew what you were doing. His smile rose – and then morphed into a provocative smirk. “So, thirty, huh? How’s that feminist bullshit working out for your biological clock, sweetheart?”

“Don’t kill him,” Annie reminded you of the office mantra with calm in her voice as she sat behind you at her desk, causing Soldier Boy to snort a laugh.

“Isn’t it time for your nap, gramps? You’re sundowning,” you retorted instead with a teasing smile.

You took his taunts lightheartedly. After all, you didn’t think you’d have to worry in that department – much like him. For some reason, you didn’t age… a lot. At least, it was slower than the average supe and human. You figured it might have to do with dropping in and out of wormholes. You had aged just fine as a kid but it progressively began to slow around your sixteenth birthday – the first time you’d traveled through time and jumped to Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged show in New York of December 1993.

You remembered your parents had been fighting behind the broken and yellowing partition slider of a trailer you had called your home. You’d lain on the pull-out bed with your headphones on and a Walkmen, trying to drown out their screaming. You listened to that record and wished you could be there – and then you were.

You’d found your ruby slippers.

To this day, you still got ID’ed at every bar, club, and liquor store alike. Soldier Boy had never been carded. He’d once claimed it was because he was famous, to which you’d almost spat out your drink and told him the wrinkles didn’t lie. Least to say, that little joke hadn’t flown well with the supe.

“You know, doll, if you ever need that tension to disappear from your shoulders, I’m right here.” Soldier Boy smirked cockily at you and spread his legs a little further apart. Not a day passed by when he didn’t hit on you either – or anything with tits, really. “Just say the word, and I fuck it right outta you. I do like ‘em older, you know, so I don’t give shit. But if you wanna get cracking on this baby thing, we better fuck on this couch right now.”

“Please don’t,” Hughie pleaded in a high-pitched sigh, glued in his spot next to Annie.

“No, thanks,” you scoffed and scrunched your nose in disgust. “You’re a fucking pig.”

“Hey, c’mon, I know you want to,” replied Soldier Boy without an ounce of self-reflection, his smirk only widening as his hand crawled up your thigh. “Bet you’ve been waiting for a big dick like mine, haven’t you?”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” You slapped his fingers away, huffing in frustration.

Not even your kindergarten bully had been this fucking annoying – and that kid threw a dodge ball at your face and broke your nose.

Fortunately, while your own powers were on the fritz, you still had some superhuman strength. Sure, not as much as Soldier Boy, but if he shoved, you could at least push back enough for him to leave you alone.

For, like, five seconds.

Soldier Boy laughed loudly at your rejection. “I do like ‘em feisty,” he murmured with a sultry voice, invading your space even more as he shifted closer on the couch. Lion king on the prowl. “You know, you’d be less useless if you spread your legs every once in a while.”

Jumping up from your seat, you rounded the table to bring space between you and face him properly. It was always smarter when he was in your view at all times and you could watch his brazen hands with an eagle eye – the same hands that currently began to roll a blunt on the coffee table.

“Hey, if it weren’t for me, you’d still be frozen solid in a box in Russia,” you bit.

“Well, we’d like to think we would’ve found him eventually, love,” Butcher threw in from across the room, the sly grin on his face telling you he was enjoying the show.

“See?” Soldier Boy sneered complacently. “Fucking useless.”

“You’re fucking useless!” you yelled, anger surging through every inch of your body. “No one fucking likes you! You don’t have friends, you don’t have family, and everyone in this room fucking despises you – just like your old team!”

Slowly, he rose from his spot on the couch, nostrils flaring, his sheer height imposing as he towered over you like the Empire State. A part of you was glad there was still a piece of furniture between you – even though that wouldn’t stop him in the slightest.

“You take that fucking back,” he snarled, one hand balling into a fist by his side while the other pointed a warning finger at you.

However, you stood your ground, crossing your arms in front of your chest, a challenging look in your eyes but a subtle swallow in your throat. “No,” you said defiantly and bristled. “I’ll drop you into the fucking Jurassic era where you belong, fossil. Watch you become a T-Rex’s fucking chew toy.”

Soldier Boy’s grin boldly widened, green eyes shimmering daringly. “Do. It.”

“Oy, simmer down, kids,” Butcher assuaged but didn’t even bother to glance up from the newspaper in his hands. Instead, the Brit leaned back in his chair and threw his legs up on the desk, settling into a more comfortable position.

Soldier Boy threw him a dismissive look, annoyed at the interruption, before his attention turned back to you with a spiteful sneer. “You know, if I were you, I would’ve used those powers properly. I would’ve gone back and fucking killed baby Hitler or some shit.”

You scoffed a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, not surprising you would’ve killed a fucking baby,” you retorted dryly.

“See, this is why you’re a fucking failure,” he taunted and stepped closer, his face only inches away from yours now. You could feel his hot breath against your skin. “Those powers were clearly wasted on you, doll. Women are too fucking soft.”

You snorted, shaking your head. You didn’t even know why you still argued with that asshole. He’d never change. And you sure as hell couldn’t say shit like:

What d’you know? You’ve never seen a war zone from the inside, you fucking bigoted coward. 

“I’m not soft,” you insisted instead, narrowing your eyes to a glare.

“Prove it.”

“I wouldn’t hesitate to go back in time and fucking kill you!”

At this point, you wouldn’t. You really wouldn’t fucking mind at all.

However, Soldier Boy only laughed in your face like you were the bug about to hit his shield. “Oh, you can certainly try, sweetheart. But you can’t, can ya? ‘Cause you’re fucking broken. Like I said, useless,” he reiterated harshly, his sneer widening when his hand reached out and clasped your chin between his fingers. “Don’t worry. I’ll find some good use for you. Especially for that mouth.”

Furiously, you thwarted his advances once more. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”

“Yo, Soldier Boy, c’mon! Leave her alone now,” MM warned, finally getting fed up too. He usually avoided the supe to the best of his abilities, only snapping every once in a while when the asshole took it too far.

This time, MM only got involved because Hughie kept sending him frantic looks of panic during your heated exchange, probably worried you’d antagonize the supe so much he’d detonate the whole building.

“Mind your own fucking business, punk,” Soldier Boy dismissed the intervention, his venomous eyes still fixed on you.

The anger was storming through your body and closing your throat with a tight chokehold. You could barely breathe as your chest heaved and your ears rang. It was always worse when you got angry. Unfortunately for you, Soldier Boy had a way of pushing your buttons and setting off your triggers.

Your superpowers had the ability to control and bend time – or at least they used to. You had mostly used it to stop the clock and get an extension on your homework deadlines. But technically, you could also travel through time.

Once you had found out how that worked, well, you quickly became addicted. You went to concerts of bands that didn’t tour anymore, you’d shamelessly make money on Wall Street and placed bets on football games, and sometimes, you even ate dessert twice.

It was all about the little things.

But that all stopped when you accidentally cast yourself into the Middle Ages and almost got burned at the stake for witchcraft. For some reason, your powers wouldn’t work until the last second – you figured extreme distress had been a factor.

When you closed your eyes at night, you could still feel the scorching heat underneath your bare soles and smell the smoke reaching your nose and lungs.

Afterward, you didn’t want to use your powers any longer – not that you could. PTSD was a real bitch sometimes.

You had lived quietly and alone in a cabin near Montréal for years. After your parents found out they couldn’t make money off of you, they kicked you to the curb. And when you knocked on Vought’s doors, asking for help, they told you not to use your abilities – before they tried to kill you. That was the moment you’d realized you might be more powerful than you’d initially surmised. Until then, you had only used your powers for your pleasure and the occasional personal gain.

So, maybe, Soldier Boy was right when he said you had never used your gift wisely.

After your flight from Vought, you lived under a fake name and took up online college classes in physics and history to understand your abilities better and avoid grave mistakes.

And boy, time travel was a fucking bitch.

Years of study could be summarized to this, however: If you even so much so as killed the wrong fly in 1783, the whole world could go extinct.

Or in Vought’s terms: If you accidentally fucked up history, it might fuck with their business and money.

That was the reason why they had been trying to get rid of you for the longest time – until Butcher showed up on your doorstep. You had no idea how the Brit could’ve found you or even known about your powers in the first place. After your escape, Vought had kept your existence quiet. They knew if the wrong people found you, it would end direly for them.

Wrong people like William Butcher.

At first, he wanted you to go back in time and, in his words, “kill the chubby, little cape cunt.” Needless to say, you had declined. Even if Homelander was the worst creature to ever walk this earth, excluding his sperm donor, you wouldn’t kill a baby. You wouldn’t kill anything or anyone, really.

If anything, you could be classified as a bit of hedonist – or “a fucking hippie,” as Soldier Boy once had put it. Which, granted, was probably a trait you both shared. Although, Soldier Boy took the whole fucking cake and ate it, too. At least all you ever did was steal a tiny slice every once in a while.

In the end, you had never asked for these powers. You were just trying to make the best out of a bad situation.

But when Butcher then asked you if you could at least “hop back” to retrieve the weapon that had neutralized Soldier Boy in 1984, you finally told him you were essentially useless.

A part of you wanted to help, though. While you had closed yourself off from the rest of the world, you had still followed the news. You knew it had gotten bad out there. You could see Homelander spinning out of control and threatening to burn the world. You knew soon enough your house would burn, too.

You knew the monster needed to be stopped.

So, you offered Billy Butcher the only thing you could – a glimpse into the past, so he could find the weapon in the present.

And you did. You saw how Soldier Boy’s own team had despised him so much they handed him off to the Russians during an ambush in Nicaragua – but they hadn’t killed him.

The diabolical smirk on Butcher’s face had scared you. You knew he’d realized in that moment that you could be valuable after all. So, naturally, he threatened to give up your location to Vought if you didn’t join his team.

And well, here you were.

You’d traveled to Russia, you’d freed Soldier Boy, and you’d defeated Homelander. But even after the job was done, you stuck around.

Hughie, Annie, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, and even Butcher – they had all sort of become your friends. And they protected you, even though Vought had sworn they were done hunting you. No one trusted Stan Edgar, and you knew he would probably still rather have you buried six-feet-deep if he ever got the chance.

So it was nice to know the whole team stood behind you. Well, all but one.

Part of the deal with Edgar had been a request to keep Soldier Boy away from Vought’s business. The guy was smart enough to know he wanted nothing to do with the ticking time bomb, either.

“And what are we supposed to do with that wanker, huh?” Butcher had asked as all of you stood in a very breezy office at Vought Tower – which had still been under heavy construction after the fallout.

“Let him play hero, keep an eye on him, and I’m sure we’ll have no issues, Mr. Butcher.” Edgar had smiled cunningly, his eyes flickering to you. 

Afterward, you had decided to pack up like Maeve and finally live your life. You’d even applied as a physics professor at a small college. But then Soldier Boy made his own request: Either you’d stay, or he’d walk. And if he had walked, your deal with Edgar would’ve fallen through.

Soldier Boy was a bully. In fact, he could teach master classes in it. You didn’t think there was one good bone in his body. So far, you could count the times the guy had actually been nice to you on one hand – two fingers to be exact.

The first time had been the very first night you’d spent together in that rundown motel after he’d killed Crimson Countess. You took over the nightshift of babysitting while Hughie and Butcher took a snooze in the adjoining room. That night, Soldier Boy had shown you a glimpse of a human being.

“Well, currently, there are two working theories on time travel: The closed loop theory and the alternate timelines theory,” you’d explained after he had asked you how actual time travel worked. Most people gave up after a minute, but he had still been in it after five.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Well, lemme see…” Musingly, you had pursed your lips and thought for a moment. “Terminator came out in ‘83, right? You’ve seen it?”

His lips had slowly risen to a smile. “Yeah… Actually one of the last fucking movies I watched before the fucking Reds got me.”

“Right.” You’d nodded. “Still remember what happened?”

He’d scoffed and rolled his eyes a little. “I’m not that old…”

“Well, it’s been forty years since you’ve seen it…”

“Schwarzenegger comes from the future to kill that blonde chick,” he’d summarized with a cocky smirk that should’ve proven to you he wasn’t demented.

“Yeah, remember the soldier who came back to save her, too?”

“Oh. Yeah, that guy…” His nose had scrunched slightly. Of course he’d be rooting for the killing machine. “What about that fucking wimp?”

“The Terminator was supposed to kill Sarah because her yet-unborn son would defeat the robots in the future, but the soldier who came back to save her is actually the baby’s father.” There had been no way you could’ve explained it any simpler than that. “So, the Terminator actually created the circumstance, which made him go back in the first place. That’s a closed loop. Does that make sense?”

He’d nodded slowly, his brow creasing heavily in concentration. “Yeah, I think it fucking does…”

For hours, he’d asked you questions about your powers, and when he was through all of that, he even asked you about your life, what you did for work, and how you ended up here. And you’d figured he was trying to schmooze up to you to use you for his gain – or maybe he’d just been coming down from all the drugs he’d taken that day.

Either way, after what you’d seen the Russians do to him, you could understand why someone like him might want to turn back time and get a redo. The unpleasant images, the inhumane torture he’d endured, actually caused you to have sympathy for the supe.

For a second.

When you’d tried bringing it up and be his friend, he had quickly shot you down. He’d been an even bigger dick since then, as if the sheer thought of someone seeing his weaknesses scared him.

Yes, a little, gray mouse like you apparently fucking terrified the biggest and strongest elephant in this world.

Honestly, you didn’t know why the supe had insisted on your presence. Maybe he just needed the perfect victim to antagonize as he passed the time. Sometimes, you did feel like the new Black Noir of Payback.

There’d only been one other incident where he’d shown something remotely resembling kindness:

He’d complimented you.

A real, sweet compliment – and he’d actually meant it – and he hadn’t hit on you in the same breath.

One night, a few weeks ago, Annie and Frenchie had dragged everyone of you to a karaoke bar to “decompress.” Even Soldier Boy tagged along and seemed in somewhat good spirits all night – there’d been no heinous taunting, only the usual flirtatious teasing.

One of those flirtatious attempts had been a dare for you to sing.

“Oh, c’mon! One song,” he’d begged and shifted closer to you on the small leather sofa in the corner of the bar. “How about something from the fucking 80s? Like Cyndi Lauper! I’m sure you’d like that, huh?”

“What, you want me to sing ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’? Really? You?” You’d arched a brow at him.

He’d chuckled, and it’d been a sweet sound instead of a mocking one. “Hey, look, I’m all about the girls having some fucking fun,” he’d said coolly before a lick of his lips turned him a bit more serious, mysterious even. “How about something a little slower… Time After Time!” He’d grinned proudly and raised his expensive whiskey glass to your cheap beer. “That’s fucking perfect for you!”

And then you actually went on stage and sung. You weren’t a bad singer, either, but you were by far no Mariah. However, you could see Soldier Boy watching you intently the whole time with that strange look he sometimes carried whenever he was staring at you – something he did quite often.

In fact, he’d stared at you pretty intensely when he’d first walked out of his cryo-chamber, too. It gave you the creeps the same way that naked homeless man had once done in a subway after 1 AM. And then, he had fucking detonated, which had freaked you out so much you’d accidentally disappeared back to New York with a five minute time difference forward – the only time you’d actually managed to travel into the future.

But after your performance, Soldier Boy had passed you on your way down from the stage and intercepted you by placing a tentative hand on your arm.

“You have a really beautiful voice,” he’d said and even gifted you a small but genuine smile.

“Thank you.”

Sweetly, you’d even mirrored his smile after no other insults or advances followed. You’d been practically baffled. As you had glanced at him more carefully, though, you’d noticed something gleaming in his eyes, almost melancholic. You’d supposed after 104 years, he had probably been experiencing a ton of déjà vu.

“You okay there, gramps?” you’d checked with a bit of a teasing smile, and maybe that’d been your mistake.

“‘M fucking fine,” he’d huffed. He’d suddenly turned cold again, the hard lines on his freckled face crestfallen. He’d spun around, marched out of the bar, and ditched you there on the spot. 

So, that was what you had done for the past few months – babysit Soldier Boy and keep the bomb from exploding. Which brought you back to this exact moment:

“What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Seriously!” you snapped, feeling the fury overtaking you. “What the fuck happened in your life to turn you into such a miserable, toxic, overbearing, narcissistic, insufferable piece of shit?!”

“Insufferable?” He scoffed as if your words didn’t affect him, but you could see it was starting to get to him. “You’re the one who’s fucking insufferable, doll. Probably because you haven’t been fucked in a while by a real man.”

Exasperatedly, you gripped your temples. “Oh, it all trickles down to that, doesn’t it?” you deadpanned. “You sound like a fucking broken record, gramps!”

“Oh, you wanna fucking jump on me badly right now, don’t you?” he gritted through his pearly-white teeth, a challenging smirk playing on his plush lips as he leaned closer, his face only inches away from yours now.

“Please, it’s not gonna fucking make me like you more. Your dick’s not a magic eraser,” you bit sharply, your voice low and poisonous. “God knows you fucked your last girlfriend for years, and she still fucking hated you.”

Growling, he bristled, his jaw ticking. Mentioning Crimson Countess always hit a nerve. You knew as much.

“You’re just a drug-addicted loser with daddy issues. Nothing more, nothing less,” you nonetheless continued bitterly. “No one likes you! And believe me, asshole, I fucking hate you!”

As you looked up at him, you could tell he was close to exploding. Kimiko even desperately tugged on your arm to drag you out of the blast zone – not that it would’ve mattered.

“Butcher…”

Hughie’s panicked voice and wide eyes reached the Brit, who finally got out of his chair and slammed the paper on the desk.

“Oy, you two! Fucking stop it!”

And somehow, that had miraculously seemed to work. Soldier Boy managed to snap out of his temper tantrum, his breathing steadying, his smirk reappearing.

His lips twitched as he dipped his head and whispered into your ear, “You’re not fucking worth it.”

His thick fingers trailed up your hips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you closer to his body. You tried to shove him away, but this time he used his full strength on you to keep you caged.

“Get off of me!”

“Butcher!”

“Oy! What did I fucking tell you lot?!”

Kimiko tried to pull you away harder, but that only made Soldier Boy chuckle more.

“I said stop it! Get the fuck off of me!” you yelled louder, and he finally let go with a cunning laugh.

“Alright, you’ve had your bloody fun, mate. Why don’t you take a bit of a time-out now, huh?” It was the most Butcher could do as far as an intervention went. Everyone in the room knew Soldier Boy couldn’t be stopped.

“Fine,” the supe relented with a roll of his green eyes, but then his gaze landed back on you.

You hated to admit that he had gotten to you, but it was hard to deny when your whole body was trembling and tears stung your eyes.

“Fucking Christ on a cross, are you actually gonna fucking cry now?” Soldier Boy snorted condescendingly.

“Fuck you. Leave me alone,” you snapped with what little strength you had left and wiped the burning tears out of your eyes.

“Exactly why I said you’re fucking useless. This is the problem with women. Can’t even take a goddamn joke,” he ranted. The more he got to you, the more pleasure he took out of it. You could see it by the vicious twinkle in his eyes. “You keep talking how everyone hates me, but what about you, huh? You’ve got fucking no one, too. Your own fucking parents didn’t want you, and I don’t see an army of men lining up to take care of you, either.”

“Shut up!”

“Wanna know why? ‘Cause you’re a broken, useless, stupid, weak–“

“Stop it!”

But he didn’t. You couldn’t even hear the words properly anymore as they strung together into one explosion of abuse. Your vision blurred, and the ringing in your ears only got stronger.

“C’mon, fucking show me what you can do! Prove to me you’re not fucking useless! Do it!”

“I said fucking stop it!” you screamed loudly till he fell silent.

And then, poof. You were gone.

Soldier Boy blinked at the suddenly empty space before him. Knitting his brow, he shrugged your disappearance off only a second later and plopped down on the couch with an exhaustive groan.

“Fucking finally… Took her long enough,” he commented dryly and stretched out on the small two-seater, sighing blissfully.

“This isn’t fucking funny,” Hughie threw in, the anxious expression on his face only causing Soldier Boy to roll his eyes once more.

“Relax, squirt, she’ll be back,” the supe quipped, snickering. “Probably.”

“Y/N’s got PTSD, okay? She can’t control it,” Hughie argued, placing his hands on his hips in upset, his gaze scolding. “You know, you’d think you of all people would be a little more sympathetic to that.”

Soldier Boy’s eyes glowered darkly. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have that shit. I told you.”

“You know, kid’s right,” Butcher chimed in, catching the ancient supe’s attention. “I’d be a little more worried if I were you.”

“Why? Not my fucking problem. And like I said, she’ll be fine,” he reiterated with a careless grumble.

“I’m sure you’re right, mate,” Butcher replied with a conniving smirk and a casualness that made the supe wary. “Let’s just hope our little Y/N doesn’t take your advice to heart about the proper use of her abilities. But if I were bloody you, I’d hope old-me watches me back.”

Soldier Boy snorted a laugh of amusement. “Oh, I’d like to see her try,” he replied arrogantly and stretched his spine with a yawn. “Well, anyways, I’m taking my fucking nap now. Just wake me when she gets back. I’m not fucking finished with her yet…”

Hughie and the others hurried around Butcher’s desk, their voices only whispers as not to disturb the grumpy supe, and the Brit knew by the worried looks on his team’s faces that he’d have to deal with this bloody problem now.

“Butcher, what are we gonna do?” Hughie asked, eyes still wide and kind heart surely beating a marathon on his sleeve.

“Yeah, how are we gonna get her back?” Annie agreed, calmer than her boyfriend, questioningly folding her arms and arching a brow.

“Mon dieu, what if she changes the timeline, Butcher? I don’t want to wake up speaking German,” Frenchie threw in.

“And I don’t want fucking slavery back,” MM added.

“Oy, calm down,” Butcher spoke with placating hands. “Y/N’s a smart girl. She knows more about this shite than anyone of you. I’m sure she’ll fucking figure it out.”

“What if she doesn’t, Butcher?” Annie pressed.

“Well, then, let’s hope worst she does is kill the snoring cunt over there.” Butcher smirked devilishly and gestured to Soldier Boy fast asleep on the couch as if he were hoping for that outcome. “God knows I’d be bloody fine with it.”

It took less than a second, a blink of an eye, but you felt it immediately, knew instantly what had happened as gravity itself stretched out its tentacles and wound them around your limbs, tearing and tugging until you ripped at the seams and atoms spilled out of you.

There was a stark drop in temperature – that was the first thing you’d noticed. Goosebumps formed within a beat on the bare skin of your arms, the biting cold making you not only shiver but fear for your life.

Please don’t be the Pleistocene... Death by saber-tooth? No, thank you.

But to your relief, you heard a strange, but familiar set of sounds around you – animated chatter, chiming bells and closing doors, and the occasional low rumble of a car. Your heart was pounding a furious and relentless rhythm in your ribcage as your eyes fluttered open and warily scanned your strange surroundings.

You’d landed on a street, your feet safely planted on a sidewalk. Glistening white snow covered the pavement in a thick veil, the sky a dull gray blanket above. Icicles hung from lampposts with patriotic banners flying in the chill, proclaiming messages to buy war bonds and save scrap metal.

Huh…

Powdered flakes swirled around you as a streetcar clattered past you on a cobbled street, the sound muffled by the snow. Storefronts and shops lined both sides of the road, shoppers bustling by you in coats, hats, and scarves. Your brow furrowed softly at the row of parked, snow-covered cars that looked a tad… old.

Oh no…

You had definitely traveled back a smidge, but luckily not as far as the Middle Ages again. Judging by the moderately busy street, you assumed you were at least still in New York City. A paperboy was shouting loudly further down, but you couldn’t understand him from the distance. The only word that was plastered everywhere was war.

World War I or World War II, maybe?

Wherever – or whenever – you were, you couldn’t get stuck here. Your short-lived fascination with your new environment was then quickly replaced by a rising panic in your throat.

You had to get home somehow.

Squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could, you tried to wish yourself back – unfortunately, you didn’t possess your pair of ruby slippers anymore that you could simply click. The more you tried and failed, the more anxious you became, and you knew a full-on panic attack was just waiting for you around the corner.

“Whoa! Hey, careful…”

With your hands on your knees, you bumped backwards into a man, your lungs constricting so much they barely let any air pass. You spun around, eyes wide and body trembling as a set of hands landed gently on your shoulders and waist for support.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

What little breath you had got caught in your throat as you stared into an all-too familiar set of outlandishly green eyes.

Soldier Boy.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

It was a reflex at this point to slap his hands away and keep them as far from your body as possible. Of course the guy couldn’t leave you alone in any era.

Admittedly, he was hardly recognizable, though. While he was just as tall as his 21st century counterpart, he wasn’t as broad. Instead of the signature green outfit, he wore a long, black wool coat over a three-piece suit and a checkered flat cap. His hair was maybe an inch shorter, his beard replaced by a clean-shaven face. And while Soldier Boy surely didn’t look a 104, he didn’t look as young as the guy in front of you either. No furious lines from decades of anger management issues decorated his freckle-dusted face yet.

Maybe your reaction was ill-advised, considering the power he wielded. You figured any past version of the supe was even more ruthless than the current one you’d gotten to know. Moreover, you didn’t have the advantage of being spared because you had saved him from an ice box.

To your surprise, however, there was no detection of malice or offense on his features. To the contrary, he seemed strangely taken aback by your aggressive response, his hands swiftly shooting back as if your very skin was made out of scorching coals. They raised in surrender.

Surrender. 

Well, that was new. He had never, ever, ever done that before. Did you land in some alternate timeline where Soldier Boy was a nice guy?

“I-I’m so sorry, miss. Please forgive me… I was just checking if you were okay,” he stammered and forced a reassuring smile, his hands still held high in good faith.

“Just stay away from me. Leave me alone, okay?”

You backed farther away from him, your eyes desperately flickering around for an exit. Your voice jittered in sync with your body before you bolted down the street and sought shelter in a dark and quiet alley.

“Miss! Wait!” he called after you, his hands picking something up in the snow that you’d dropped during your flight. “You’ve lost your–”

His brow furrowed as he twisted the thin, rectangular device in his hand, his thumb wiping bits of melting snowflakes off the sleek, black glass. As he glanced more closely at it, it lit up brightly and vibrated in his hold. He startled at the unexpected tremble, almost dropping it into a pool of mud by his shoes. Fuddled, his gaze lifted down the busy street in search of you.

“What the hell…”

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Ready to fend him off, you were surprised to find his grip wasn’t strong by any means. It was barely a brush before he dropped his hand again and looked at you remorsefully.

“I’m sorry! I just-… Please let me help you,” he reiterated with imploring green eyes. “Look, you clearly seem lost. Just tell me where you live, and I can get you home safely, okay? C’mon, you can’t do this to me.” He tried to loosen you up with a charming smile and a puppy dog look. “If you leave like this, I’m going to be up all night, worrying you’ve died of hypothermia out here.”

And my God, he seemed sincere! No wonder he had gotten attention from women like a goddamn bunny in a petting zoo.

Musingly, you then chewed on your lower lip and assessed the man in front of you. The people who strolled by you threw you the occasional weird looks – you’d chosen a bad day to wear a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans.

Admittedly, you could use a little help here. Maybe if you were being careful with the timeline – and him – you could risk it.

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"Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" 2nd Anniversary Story Event

Prologue

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I wandered through the quiet, deep darkness, searching for someone. 

Just as I was growing tired of walking… a shadow flashed by in a corner of my eye. 

Kate: Wait,—!

I called out someone’s name and reached my hand towards the shadow, but… 

The moment I managed to grab it, the shadow disintegrated like dust and vanished. 

…

Kate: …!

I jolted upright in bed, drenched in perspiration. 

(I feel like I just had an awful sad dream…)

(Like I lost something precious…)

My head was throbbing with a dull pain, the worst way to wake up. 

(Is it… evening right now? Why am I in bed at this hour?) 

As I tilted my head, puzzled, I heard a knock at my door. 

Kate: Come in. 

The moment I responded, all the members of Crown came streaming in. 

Liam: Kate! Thank goodness… you’re awake. 

Kate: Ah… yes, it seems I took a nap.

Harrison: A nap…? Don’t you remember? 

Ellis: You were found unconscious at the bottom of a flight of stairs. 

Kate: Huh…? 

Roger: Your breathing and pulse were normal. We decided to let you rest in your room and continue monitoring your condition… 

Kate: I-I see. I’m sorry… but I don't recall collapsing at all. 

Roger: … Looks like your memory is kind of cloudy. Can you answer a few questions? 

Kate: Yes, please ask away! 

Roger proceeded to ask me questions like what was today’s date, the missions I recently accompanied Crown in, and what I ate for lunch yesterday. 

I answered everything correctly, or at least I thought I did. But the more I answered, the more serious the expressions of the members surrounding me grew. 

Kate: Um… did I say something strange? 

Roger: It seems that you’re experiencing a condition called Retrograde Amnesia — in layman terms, memory loss.

Kate: Memory loss…? 

Elbert: You said you joined Crown a week ago and met Vogel for the first time yesterday , but…

Elbert: … It has been several days since your first meeting with Vogel. 

Alfons: It’s as though Miss Kate has been rewound back to the time when she had just met us. 

Kate: W-what… 

Jude: … Pain in the ass. Her memory’s gonna stay like this forever? 

Roger: There’s still a lot we don’t know about human memories. 

Roger: There’s a possibility she can recall some things if triggered by the right events, but… I can’t say for sure. 

Roger: In any case… it's best not to dwell on it too much for now and focus on resting.

Kate: … Got it. 

(... I wonder what kind of relationships I had with the members of Crown before.)

(They’re all gathered here and worrying about me, so we must’ve had a good bond…) 

I unconsciously bit my lip, feeling guilty and anxious for being the only one who couldn't remember a thing. 

Victor: — Kate. 

Victor: You may have lost your memories, but we all still remember what you’ve given us. 

Victor: Therefore… the bond we have will never disappear. 

William: … Victor’s right.

William: If something’s lost, we can simply weave it back together. Am I right?

Kate: Yes… thank you.

…

After discussing some matters with Victor, we decided that I wouldn't participate in missions for the time being and focus entirely on recovery. 

News of me losing parts of my memory was shared with the three members of Vogel and a few of the servants at Crown’s castle.

Chloe: “Please don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything.”

Marie: “We were very close before, so don’t hold back!” 

The two maids, after attending to me, cheerfully conveyed their words in sign language. 

Kate: “Thank you. It makes me happy to hear that.” 

Even though I had lost part of my memories… my body still remembered how to communicate in sign language. 

The two maids beamed with joy when I responded with slightly hesitant sign language. 

Chloe: “I’m glad you didn't lose all your memories!” 

Marie: “Please keep chatting with us from now on.”

Kate: “Of course!” 

Chloe: “Speaking of chatting—”

Marie: “Miss Kate, have you talked to your boyfriend yet?” 

Kate: … Boyfriend? 

The unexpected question caught me so off guard that I momentarily forgot how to sign, and simply stared at them in shock. 

Chloe: “You know, that guy you’re always so happy to talk to!”

Marie: “Wait, Chloe. Judging from her reaction… doesn't this mean she hasn't spoken to him?”

Chloe: “Really…!? I’m so sorry, Miss Kate! Forget I said anything about it!” 

The two tried their best to brush off the topic afterwards and lighten the mood. 

However, the word “boyfriend” remained lingering in my mind. 

… 

That night — I was overwhelmed by a crashing wave of uncertainty the moment I got into bed. 

Looking around my room, I saw books and clothing I didn't recall ever buying. It acted as an unpleasant reminder of the memories I had lost.

(And on top of everything else… I actually have a boyfriend? Is that true?) 

(Will I… remember it all someday? All my memories from before, and of my lover…) 

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi, I'm very sorry if this was also in a lesson. I have a problem with writing my first Black character. In this worldbuilding, the living world is governed by both the living and the dead. Spirits are intangible, can't be seen or heard, but they can touch your soul and prevent you from doing stupid shit. Many people without their own knowledge are followed around by spirits who love them, either that was someone in your family or because a woman from the 1600s had decided she really likes your personality and elected to be extra protection for you. However, the fact that they can't be heard also means that they can't deal with certain problems that still matter, like say, passing on unspoken words to loved ones that they can't in life, or warning people about future harm that could come from them from staying in certain situations. To fix this problem, they elect a living "guardian" that is touched by immortality and turns their vessel, their body, into a biological species that changes to represent what they feel and experience. They turn into shape-shifters. In the time that the story takes place, There is two Guardians, the one I'm having problems with is college-age Black queer who has the ability to be a chameleon and several spider-qualities such as regrowing lost limbs from shedding skin and making a version of rainbow silk. This is a human kid that turned into another species, so how racist would it be to call them inhuman? They are not themselves the only main character of color, the other one with similar abilities is considered to be very human and considers themselves to be despite the changes, still considers themselves to be exactly the same as before they changed and other people treat them the same way. Moxie (The chameleon) comes from a family of sinti who are incredibly used to not having their voices heard and being considered to be disrespectful when they try to advocate for their rights. "If you're not being called a problem yet, you're not screaming for your right to live loud enough". They have normalized in their family that some people aren't going to like you because you make them have to reconsider either they themselves follow their defintion of "good person" for how they treat others, and stopping means those issues aren't addressed so it's better to be a problem then to keep the problem going. In this family, things that people consider to unpleasant are found endearing. Moxie is childhood-nickname, from their mother Hysteria (seemingly changes to pissed on a dime) and their grandmother old lady agitation (for being generally annoying as fuck to deal with when they want their way). The character in my head in naturally occurring dialogue has been calling themselves 'a monster" by species classification because they consider "monster" to be a strange species people can't explain. The other guardian finds that shit weird as fuck because the emotions and things you experience are the same as a human. Nobody else calls them that in the story but themselves and news outlets who found a sighting of them crab walking up the side of a building exorcist style. (which is realistically scary as fuck in a world where that shit ain't normal) How bad is this?

1. If they started off as a human, then they're not "inhuman". They just have the power to access these spider-chameleon powers; they're shape shifters. Just call them shape-shifters. Like we wouldn't necessarily call Peter Parker "inhuman", we would call his spider powers "inhuman". Unless you're saying they're like a mutant, X-Men type deal, in which case you could still use shape shifter as a general term or the name of their species itself. They're a humanoid spider-chameleon.

2. Interesting! At first I was a bit iffy on the Black women being "Hysteria" and "Agitation" given the history of these emotions being used against us. But I guess if they're found endearing within this family unit, then the narrative will be good to them....? Definitely watch where you're toeing with that one. Are they actually hysterical and constantly agitated, or is that how people treat them for daring to speak up?

3. Once again, I ask that people not approach these as "are these bad" so much as "your story will show if you've written a stereotype". You can tell me anything you want, but it will either be done well or done poorly! You have to constantly be thinking about it as you write. I would go back to my lessons on coding as well as stereotypes in general, and keep those in mind as you go when it comes to your character's "monster" inner monologue. Are they trying to overcome that? Is it not that deep to them? Do they like being a monster? How do they speak to themselves? Do you and the narrative believe that negativity or positivity?

I also want you to consider, what process did you go through with your nonblack guardian, where they had no trouble? Did you ask similar questions?

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

If there was one thing Orion could say for his secret admirer, is that he seemed to make sure he wouldn't leave until he'd been put offline for the night and woke up clean as if he'd been through a deep clean at a car wash at Sumdacs.

The Autobot stretched and turned over in his berth, arms folded he rested his cheek on them.

One day he'd find him still there, maybe he should start asking the mechs he slept with if they were alright with staying the night, he wouldn't mind a little cuddle, kiss and coo.

However his thoughts were interrupted when he was met with a pair or red optics and a nose gently nudging at him.

Orion reached over and picked Ravage up , smiling brightly as he cuddled him, Ravages back to his chest as he kissed the top of his head.

The panther Decepticon definitely hadn't been expecting that, but this was ...nice , but should he tell him he wasn't like the Earth ca-

Soon he was receiving scratches under his chin and decided , no, no, I can be a house cat for the moment, this is too relaxing and I can sense from the idiots field he needs this.

He knew how kind Orion had been to Rumble and Frenzy , but as this went on he couldn't help but start purring in contentment, maybe he should doze off here.

"You know Ravage, one of the things I've enjoyed about being here is that , I don't have to be a leader, I get to be like everyone else, just a Cybertronian."

Ravage listened , still pretending for the moment he couldn't talk, but internally rolled his optics, so Optimus really didn't know he brought a strangely calming effect to the other soldiers, there had certainly been less infighting.

Of course though, Orion did argue a lot with Soundwave....nnnnrgh it was hard to think when the petting was so relaxing he could even tolerate the 'who's a cute kitty cat' coming from Pax , just so long as he didn't stop, he even accepted the fuss Optimus made of his paw pads, only because it was amusing to see a Prime be so gooey over him.

The autobot heard the door open and immediately stopped , pretending to be asleep like a kid who'd just narrowly escaped being found out by their mother.

Nope, he wasn't getting up, see his optics were closed and everything, he was clearly asleep.

"Orion, Megatron has decided to up your clearance as you've made no attempt to escape or even sway soldiers into helping you escape so you could see the Autobots."

He cracked an eye open and frowned.

Ah it was Soundwave.

"No, carrier, can't you see I'm asleep, I'm being a good bot."

(In other words he just sarcastically called him mum)

Soundwave paused as he went over his data pad.

"I will ignore your sarcastic comment Pax and-"

Orion reached up and pressed one of the buttons on Soundwaves pelvis making the Decepticon faulter.

"Pax, what are you doing?"

Soundwave grumbled holding his wrist.

"Trying to find the snooze button."

He extended his fingers and pressed another.

This time Soundwave slapped his hand away, he could feel his frame stirring and he wasn't going to let him get to him like that.

"Ow."

"You brought it on yourself."

Soundwave returned dropping the pad on him.

"Past mission reports, apparently Lord Megatron believes a fresh pair of optics might help see anything that we've missed."

"In other words, more desk work."

"Affirmative."

Soundwave stated, opening up his chest window, he notice Orion craning his head, clearly curious about the inner workings.

"Ravage return."

Orion sat up when Ravage obeyed, hoping to get a proper look , but Soundwave was quick to snap it shut.

"Oh you're no fun, probably just jealous that I wasn't playing with your pu-"

He huffed only to make a gagging sound as the end of Soundwaves blaster was pushed into his mouth, the white frame at the end of it pressed against his tongue as the tip hit the back of his throat.

The energy from it tingled over his glossa, an optic ridge raise as a smirk formed as best it could.

"Un hay, di'hun hoe ou er inho hat."

(Gun play, didn't know you were into that.)

Soundwave understood what he'd said and pressed it firmer against his tongue.

"There's many things you don't know about me, now return to work, I'm sure Lord Megatron would enjoy your company."

He pulled the blaster from Orions mouth, seeing the fang marks in it, he couldn't really be upset, it was his own fault for putting it there.

Orion looked at the pad he'd been given muttering under his breath.

"Miserable old aft."

"Petulant Autobrat."

"Wait you heard that?"

Soundwave's expression behind the mask had a wickedly delightful smile.

"I hear many things Pax, you and your visitor were far from quiet."

Well now , he hadn't expected him to blush , but he left him alone on that note to carry on with his duties.

Image for those who can't remember what Soundwave's hand gun looks like.

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[hot-girls-love-jiho]

i need to rant about how insanely pretty ampies would look when being absolutely covered in hickeys, specially jiho brian and mackiah bc i cant get them out of my head. like, their soft, pale skin being all bruised because their girl just couldnt keep still for one second while they busied themselves with something else.

i swear to god if i was given ONE CHANCE with them it would be soooo over for their make up artists.

-bluey <3

I'm gonna kiss your brain rn, you're SO RIGHT, they would look so pretty covered in hickeys uGH

I'll include Brian, Jiho and Mackiah in here and if it does well I'll do a second part with the rest of the boys!

Covering them in hickeys (Brian, Jiho, Mackiah)

Warnings: SMUT!!! (actual sex only on Mackiah's, the other two are implied sex), fem! reader, marking (duh), riding, slight dry humping for Jiho, making out, pet names (sweet girl, baby, jagiya)

ᯓ★ Brian

How did Brian end up getting scolded by their makeup artist? It was all because of you, of course! You decided to leave some art on your boyfriend's skin and now, he had to face the consequences of your actions. But honestly, it was completely worth it.

He had been sitting on his computer for a really long time, and not giving you any attention, how dare he!! You decided to take matters into your own hands.

You made your way to his desk, hearing him complain when your silhouette blocked his view of the monitor for a few seconds, the very few seconds it took you to plop down on his lap.

"Baby I'll be with you in just a second, I just have to finish this" He had already told you that once or twice, and you knew it was a lie. You shook your head. "I'm not falling for it, you said that almost an hour ago Brian"

"I'm sorry, my sweet girl... Let me make it up to you" He held your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face to look at him, and pressed your lips in a sweet kiss. When you two parted for air, a sudden thought popped into your mind.

Before Brian could even register your sudden mischievous expression, you latched your lips onto the sensitive skin of his neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking... Earning a surprised gasp from him. "B-baby, wait--" You sucked harder, cutting him off.

Any thought about telling you to be careful to not leave marks flew out the window right as soon as you pressed your lips on his Adam's apple, followed by your tongue dragging across the skin. His beautiful sighs reached your ears, motivating you to go further.

You were leaving a trail of red marks on your boyfriend's neck, marks that after some time would bloom into a more purple color. It's what he gets for ignoring you. Plus, hickeys wouldn't be the only thing making him sigh that night.

The image of Brian's pale skin littered with your marks, claiming him as yours, and also reminding him to never ignore you again... It made your mind foggy, and you couldn't be satisfied with just that. Let's just say, he really compensated you after ignoring you for hours.

ᯓ★ Jiho

It's almost 3 AM, but neither you or Jiho are sleeping at this time. Why? Because 3 AM is the best time for a needy, sleepy make out session.

You were trying to sleep next to him, but were unable to, Jiho had an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your bodies were pressed together, and that's how you ended up like this.

Your lips desperately chase his, and his lips chase yours. The only source of light being the moon casting in through the window, the only sound in the room being your heavy breathing whenever you pull away to breathe.

"Hold on, let me breathe for a second..." He mutters, also giving you a moment to catch your breath. You planned to, until you saw the absolutely ethereal image before you. Your boyfriend, panting after kissing you breathless, his pale skin being perfectly complimented by the moonlight, his lips parted and his throat bobbing. Your mind goes fuzzy instantly.

Your hands hold onto Jiho's shoulders, pulling him closer, if that's even possible, and before he can ask what you're doing, you kiss his jawline. Then again, and again, and suddenly you're sitting on top of him, practically making out with his neck.

"Jagiya, be careful not to leave any marks--" He inhales sharply at the end of the sentence, noticing that you weren't really listening to him, the sign being that you're sucking on his skin pretty hard. "Wanna mark you up... Please" You mindlessly say, babbling against his skin, and now Jiho doesn't give a flying fuck about being covered in hickeys.

While you go to town on his neck and collarbones, bruising the skin, leaving marks that will turn into his favorite color, his hands are gripping your hips and guiding you to rut against his growing boner, earning sighs from him and whimpers from you. It's safe to assume that neither of you get much sleep that night.

ᯓ★ Mackiah

Whenever you and Mackiah had sex or made out, it was always you who ended up covered in hickeys, being the victim of the Aussie's insatiable lips.

It's not that you don't like that. You love it. You love to show off the marks that your boyfriend litters across your skin, but... You wanted to mark him up as well. Mackiah has beautiful skin, but surely it'll be even more beautiful after you leave your signature on it.

One day, after a pretty heavy make out session and getting bit and sucked on, you decide that it's your turn to attack, your turn to fight back.

The kissing and heavy petting led to you on top of Mackiah's lap, completely bare, him too. You're riding him like your life depends on it, panting, moaning softly, bouncing on him. At one point, he throws his head back to groan, and you pounce.

You press your lips onto the skin on display just for you, sucking harshly to leave your first hickey. The sensation is incredible, and Mackiah's hips buck up, sending a current of pleasure straight up your spine. "Fuck, do that again" He says, tangling a hand into your hair to keep your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

Who are you to say no to this beautiful man asking you to devour him? Obviously, you comply, letting him take over the rhythm of your hips to focus on making a masterpiece on his skin.

You suck, bite, lick and kiss, earning more groans and moans from him, and it's the hottest thing you've ever heard. "All mine..." You mutter against him, squealing when the tip of his cock hits your g-spot repeatedly. You lose control, biting his skin harder, sucking more, he's going to need tons of makeup to hide the trace of your mouth on him.

I'm such a hickey/mark girl you guys have absolutely no idea

I would give my soul to suck on Jiho's neck like it's my only purpose in life