#even if he could probably actually get away with that

[y2kstarr]

brother's bsf!matt fixing nate's little sister!reader's attitude

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/ zero plot, dom!matt, brat!reader, spanking, car sex, unprotected p in v, usage of "brat" and "whore" requested? yes more of this au

It was just some light teasing.

Around his friends.

In public.

But it was literally nothing, he was being a big baby about it, especially as he drove you home, all quiet behind the wheel, not even letting you turn on your music to fill the silence. You would've never pushed his buttons and played around with his friends if you knew he was gonna be like this.

It was a near 10 minute drive until he finally pulled up in front of you and Nate's house, the house lights off to signal that he was probably already asleep. But as you went to open the door, a click sounded through the car, the motion of the lock switching catching your eye.

You turned to look at Matt, who had his head turned just slightly away from you, crossing his arms once more after locking the doors. No matter how hot he looked with the streetlights and the darkness of the night making perfect shadows of his face, he just locked you in the car!

"You're acting so fucking childish right now, Matt," You huffed, annoyed and fed up, reaching for the door handle once more to unlock it and get out, but his voice finally came up the moment your fingers touched the metal.

"Get over here." His voice was sharp, low and almost dark as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine as you waited just a moment or two more. "Now."

You let out a breath, half as a sigh of annoyance and half as a sigh of nerves, moving over to the driver's seat and maneuvering yourself to sit in his lap, before a gasp left your lips, feeling his hands forcefully pull you down into his lap.

You went to snap at him, expecting him to still be broodingly looking out the car window, but as your eyes met, a chill ran down your spine at his darkened blue eyes, this cold shimmer to them leaving your stomach in twists and turns.

His hands found their way to your thighs, his fingers slightly digging into the soft plush that wasn't covered by your jean shorts, whilst your hands rested on his shoulders, almost hesitant with where to keep them.

"Matt-" You went to finally break the silence, but it took no more than a second for his lips to be pressed against yours in a harsh, deep kiss.

You had no idea why he was being so pissy with you, giving you the silent treatment and all — you two weren't even together, there wasn't a label or anything, just hidden touches, stolen kisses, and quickies more than there was actual intimacy.

But as he slowly pulled you closer in his lap, his lips moving against yours in a needy yet dominant way, his hands slowly sliding to your ass, you couldn't care less if he was acting irrational.

A sudden smack came down on your ass, ripping a yelp from you as you felt the sting course through your body, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as Matt rubbed the palm of his hand against the hit area.

"All night, and you were just showing off like a little attention whore, huh?" His snarled words made a shiver run down your spine, a whine slipping out as he bit your bottom lip. Oh he was really wanting to hold the power now.

"I was just–" But before you could even give him your reasoning, if not already fabricated a bit to make it look as if you were innocent, you felt another smack against your ass, pulling yet another yelped noise from your throat as the sting made it known there would be marks tomorrow.

"Brats don't get to speak," He nearly growled against your jawline, his lips kissing down to your neck and along the column of your throat as you tilted you head back, a whimper quietly leaving your lips.

"So.. should I kick you out of my car and ignore your needy calls for the rest of the week?..." He spoke against your skin, delivering one more smack to your ass before nipping at your throat, already telling you exactly what he truly wanted to do with you. Fuck, tonight was gonna be a long night.

"Or should I fuck this little attitude out of you?"

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The car practically shook from the two of you, the windows almost foggy now with how much the two of you were panting. Moans and grunts filled his car, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your hips rising and falling as you rode him in the driver's seat.

It was restrictive, a bit cramped and annoying to keep up a solid rhythm, but fuck, did it feel good to have his cock within your needy cunt. One hand grasped at his shoulder, whilst the other held onto the car door armrest, pants leaving your kiss-swollen and bitten lips along with breathy whines and needy moans.

"That's it, baby– fuck—" Matt groaned, his head falling back against the headrest as his hands gripped your hips tight, helping to guild them up and down on his shaft. "Ride that fuckin' dick, baby—"

"Matt—" You whined, your thighs starting to shake as you felt that heated pleasure burn in your stomach, twisting and pulling tight. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes to see he was watching where the two of you were connected, almost hypnotized with how you fucked yourself on his dick.

"F-fuck–!" You felt yourself clench around him as you panted hard, your hands shaking before that pleasure finally snapped within you, your hand that gripped the car door armrest turning to a fist as you moaned, eyes rolling back, back arching, that ecstasy washing over you in delicious waves.

"God– you're so fucking hot when you cum—" Matt groaned through clenched teeth, his hands still guiding your hips so he could reach his high too.

Feeling as you rode through your pleasure, it soon turned into slight overstimulation, a whine leaving your lips as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, gripping tight as he fucked up into your spent cunt, chasing his high as he panted in your ear.

"Shit shit— fuuuck—" Matt groaned as you felt his cock twitch within you, pumping thick, warm loads of cum into you, painting your walls and filling you to the brim with his seed.

The both of you caught your breath in near unison, chests rising and falling as Matt lay back against the driver's seat, his hands sliding back down to your plush thighs as you lay lax against his chest, legs subtly shaking from the intense pleasure.

"Learn your lesson..?" Matt breathed out, making you remember just how the two of you got into this little mess, your face nuzzling into his chest as you nodded and let out a breathy little "yes", making him chuckle low before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Good girl."

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a / n : i really need to be better for my requesters, i'm so so sorry 😭 idk if i like how this one turned out either, but I had fun getting to write them again

Tysm to the anon who requested and i hope you at least liked it <33

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dividers → me

© y2kstarr

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-MARK BEING A (CUTE) BOTHER

Pairing: mark grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: mark being a little shit while you’re trying to actually get productive work done.

Warning: probably a tad bit cheesy but who cares

A/N: omg I’m finally writing a story where mark isn’t fucking/getting his brains fucked out say wahhhhhhh. Anyway, just a lil domestic/fluffy lil story while I work on some bigger ones. Nobody can convince me that mark wouldn’t be cute annoying, NOBODYYYY 😞…(I loaf him sm…)

“Shew shew-“ you grumble as Mark keeps smashing his face against yours while you’re busy working. Your fingers clack away at the keyboard trying to get done as quickly as possible he just bothers you.

“How does this have anything to do with all your telekinesis crap or something,” Mark asked in an annoyed tone continuing to bother you—he wanted to have fun with you while he was free but for once you were the one busy. He was kind of getting a taste of his own medicine.

“Because it just does, now go before I kick your ass.” Powers or not, you still had to do paperwork like anybody else suffering on earth. You said before pushing his face away. That had him intrigued now. How did you even plan to kick his ass, he knew you were just talking shit but now he wanted to see it. So, he kept bothering you.

Whether it was poking at your face, leaping in front of your computer, or making annoying noises in your ear. He saw your eyebrow twitching more and more as you were losing patience. He wanted you to try and fight em. So he kept going.

You finally sprung up—you had had enough of his shit.

“One last chance, go away, Mark” you said squinting your eyes at him trying to seem as serious as you could.

“Not a chance, babe.” He said with a smug grin on his face holding out his arms. He was basically mocking you—wanting you to “do your worst”

You had leaped onto him like a damn cat knocking both of you on the floor as the tussle began. Now, the hard part began—you actually had to kick his ass…

A smirk flew across his face. He knew you had given in—as you began to roll around on the ground with him and tussle now. You two were like a log going back and forth. One second—you were on top of him. The next second—he was on top of you.

“Cmon babe…you’re really gonna kick my ass?” Mark said with a soft smile trying to get you to fold just from his face. You were on top of him in the moment holding him by his shirt collar as you had paused for a second. You honestly wanted to lean in and give him a little smooch but you had to keep your word and kick his little smug ass. Sadly, that wasn’t working out that well (never was going to) so you had to resort to empty threats.

“Mark! I will literally never ever ever kiss you again if you don’t give up like right now!” You threaten as he doesn’t believe it for a single second. He picked you up tossing you on the bed before leaping right back on top of you. He held you tight this time trying to make sure you didn’t move or win as you squirmed like a fish out of water

He was pecking kisses at your face every few seconds. He wasn’t letting up one bit. You loved how sappy he was, like a little puppy. You honestly almost lost for a second, stopping to stare at him. His brown eyes were like a trap for your heart. However, you had stopped for him wayyy too many times before—if you didn’t finish this paperwork now, it wouldn’t only be overdo (once again) but it’d just pile up again. You had to be a person of your word and kick his ass. He was probably gonna let you win anyway.

“MARK!” “Nuh-uh,” you two were back and forth about who was in charge. You sighed using your powers to your advantage just as he was, you were forcing his body to stay on the bed while you finished working. Mark knew he could’ve fought back or pulled through, but he let you have this little win.

“Lemme up-“ mark asked trying his best to annoy you so you’d give in

“No” you weren’t buying his shit for a second not letting up one bit

“Lemme up-“ mark continued the cycle the entire time you worked…he was trying his hardest to be insufferable

You two were just back and forth the entire time you finished your paperwork. Eventually, you were finished freeing him from the hold your powers had on him at the moment. You stood in front of him with crossed arms. “Kicked your ass and finished my paperwork.”

He just rolled his eyes before leaping on you again as the cycle of endless tussling began right back up again. He had let you win the first time since he didn’t even attempt to fight back against your powers. But this time…he’d redeem himself and win. You let him do exactly that—melting into his kisses like butter. He held you tight against his chest as if he never wanted to let go. You’d be a little asshole just like he was earlier.

“Lemme go,” you asked sarcastically

“Nope,” Mark said with absolute seriousness in his voice

“Lemme-“

“Nope”

The back and forth began once again.

Silence filled the room are you two were absolutely content with each other. You were in his hold and he had you held near and dear. It then hit you in the face that Mark mentioned something about the correlation of powers and paperwork. How he said “the two had nothing to do with each other so why’d you have to do paperwork for it 🤓”

“Mark…” you said softly waiting for his response

“Yes babe?” He was all ears for what you had to say to him.

“Have you been doing the paperwork that Cecil has been giving us—or should I say you?”

Silence filled the air…he wasn’t doing any paper work what so ever…

“Get your ass up and do that paperwork…” you said gently but your face was honestly so stern it had him tense up for a second

“Yes ma’am” he said as he placed a kiss on your head before moving over to the desk to begin his paperwork. He had a shitload to get started on and you’d make sure he finished every little bit before you two had fun again.

He was stubborn and so were you—a match made in (hell) heaven.

a/n: (ik for a fact he would duck and dodge every bit of paperwork he’d have to do…😭)

[sachikoq]

I don't really know if this is the place to post this, I'm undiagnosed so if this doesn't really belong I'll delete it if need be, but the moment this really well and truly sank in for me was in 6th grade. I was entering a new school and it being one of those "charter schools" that required uniforms and whatnot, the whole place had this air of self-importance. I'd been bullied by both other kids and adults before but here after a certain point basically everyone began to avoid or start shit with me. There was this one guy in particular who particularly didn't like me and definitely convinced a lot of others to avoid me at that, but it's not really like anyone else did anything about it nor was he really the only one so much as just the most vocal. I'd end up sitting alone unless forced into being in a group at any point. for basically the entire year and any friends I did make tended to go away when they didn't really have to be around. I remember teachers singling me out often for doodling in my notes or something or for the things I liked or for how poor I was or the way I carried myself. At the end of the year, on the last day that school year anyway, One of the only people I managed to convince to talk to me at all came up and told me he was just putting up with having me around so I didn't feel bad, and that nobody really liked me. I started crying heavily in the corner of the room I was already sat in and I just couldn't really stop. Eventually some of the girls in class noticed and the teacher from one of our other classes came over in a rage and demanded we all follow her to another room as she scolded everyone for what had been going on. I remember her being so fucking mad, she was red in the face yelling at them and even when it should've felt like I was finally "winning" or something it still felt awful that it really had to come to that. The one thing I remember her saying was along the lines of "The moment you make anyone feel less is when I have to step in and this becomes a problem." I want to go back someday and thank her but I became a shitty student and for a while in the years after that I began to lash out at others a bit as well, so even if I wasn't worried about the optics of a trans woman randomly visiting a middle school in Florida, I don't think she'd really want to hear from me again anyway. Even so she was one of the only people who ever came off like she actually gave a fuck. I wish I could apologize to so many fucking people from back then for lashing out afterward or for not doing the same but it's neither here nor there ig I know saying things like that comes off like a demand for forgiveness when that's not really ever gonna happen nor does it need to.

I'd tell my parents and they didn't really get it, my stepdad's also a so-called "vaccine truther" and has since spread that to the rest of my immediate family so that ship sailed long ago, and only solidified itself when we were having an argument and I said "what exactly is so wrong with having an autistic child?" and he responded "That's easy for you to say, imagine being the parent to a child like that." Our issues even when like 99.9% of neurotypicals claim to give a fuck about them are never our own to them. It's about the parents or the community they live in or this and that. Nobody ever wants to fucking address the elephant in the room with this shit and it's probably because they already know where the fuck they stand.

I failed a grade after that and the next years after that it never really got any easier or better aside from finding other people who'd been through similar. The only people I ever really felt safe around after this were other autistics. To this day the only people I ever truly feel OK around are other autistics. Being an adult and leaving my parents' has made it easier to take hold of my life but it doesn't make that feeling of "does this person really just hate me" ever go away.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[be4chywritez]

serious | oscar piastri

oscar piastri x fem!reader

rec: #37 with oscar piastri please? maybe they’re arguing or smth and he says something without thinking and reader starts crying? thank u!!

recs are open + prompt list

beachy’s masterlist🐚

warnings: none except me being really high and writing this

You weren’t even sure how the argument started.

The plan had been simple—spend a quiet night with Oscar, finally get some time together before his schedule got crazy again. You had been curled up on his couch, legs thrown over his lap, teasing him about how helpless he was when it came to assembling furniture. It was harmless, the way most of your jokes were.

“You’d be lost without me,” you said with a grin, nudging his thigh. “Like, I’m pretty sure you’d still be eating your takeaway off a cardboard box if I wasn’t around.”

He chuckled at first, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t be lost—I’d just have a slightly more… minimalist lifestyle.”

“Minimalist?” You snorted. “Oscar, you didn’t even own proper plates before I got here.”

He rolled his eyes. “I had plates.”

“Oh, my bad, I meant one singular plate and a set of mismatched cutlery you probably stole from McDonald’s.”

You expected him to laugh, to play along like he always did. But instead, his expression shifted—his jaw tensed, his fingers drummed absently against your shin. The lighthearted teasing suddenly felt heavier, like you had unknowingly poked at something deeper.

You should’ve stopped there, but you didn’t.

“Face it,” you said, grinning. “You’d be a disaster without me.”

And that’s when he sighed, long and sharp, before muttering, “You never take anything seriously.”

Your smile faltered.

“What?”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “It’s like nothing matters to you.”

The words cut deeper than you expected. You blinked, suddenly unsure if you had misheard him.

“Nothing matters to me?” you repeated, voice quieter now, more careful.

He sighed again, still not looking at you. “I don’t know, sometimes it just feels like you don’t take me seriously.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Are you—” You let out a breath, trying to steady your voice. “Are you actually saying that? After everything?”

He exhaled through his nose, frustration evident in the way his shoulders tensed. “You’re always joking, always acting like nothing’s a big deal. I get that it’s just how you are, but sometimes… I don’t know, sometimes I just wish you’d be serious for once.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening.

It wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said them, like he actually believed them.

Like he believed you didn’t care.

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as your vision blurred. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much that hurt. But the lump in your throat wouldn’t go away, and before you could stop it, a tear slipped down your cheek.

Oscar’s entire body stiffened.

“Shit,” he muttered, his frustration vanishing in an instant. His eyes widened as he reached for you, panic creeping into his voice. “Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

You turned your face away, wiping at your cheek quickly, but it was useless. Another tear followed, and Oscar groaned under his breath, like he physically hated himself for making you cry.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said hurriedly, shifting closer, his hands finding your face. “I swear I didn’t mean that.”

Your voice wobbled as you pulled back slightly. “Then why did you say it?”

He winced, his thumbs brushing over your damp cheeks, like he was trying to undo the damage. “I don’t know—I was frustrated, I wasn’t thinking.”

You let out a shaky breath. “You think I don’t take you seriously?”

“No,” he said instantly, voice thick with regret. “No, that’s not true. I know you do. I just—I was being a fucking idiot.”

You sniffled, eyes still glossy. “I always take you seriously, Oscar. I literally revolve my entire schedule around your ridiculous race calendar. I watch hours of onboard footage with you even though half the time I don’t even know what you’re analyzing. I show up to every race I can, I defend you when people online say dumb shit—”

“I know.” His hands were still on your face, his forehead now pressed against yours. His voice was softer now, desperate. “I know, baby. And I love that about you. I was just—I was just being an asshole.”

You swallowed hard, not fully ready to forgive him yet, but also not wanting to keep crying. His thumbs kept smoothing over your cheeks, his touch warm, grounding.

“I don’t like fighting with you,” you admitted, voice small.

“I hate fighting with you,” he murmured, tilting your face up slightly. “I especially hate making you cry.”

You let out a small, unsteady exhale, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. “You really were an asshole just now.”

“I know.” He kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead. “Biggest asshole on the planet. Probably breaking some kind of world record.”

Despite everything, you huffed a quiet laugh. “I was this close to throwing a pillow at you.”

“I deserve worse.” He kissed your cheek this time, soft and lingering. “Like, I don’t know, maybe being forced to watch an entire season of your guilty pleasure reality show.”

You narrowed your eyes. “The Bachelor?”

He groaned but nodded. “Yeah. If that’s what it takes.”

You pretended to think about it. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His lips finally twitched into something closer to a smile. “So lucky.”

And then, finally, he kissed you—soft and slow, like an apology woven between every press of his lips.

You let yourself sink into it, because even when he was frustrating, even when he made dumb mistakes, he was still yours.

And you took that seriously.

[grayson-nn]

Mark Grayson x M! Viltrumite reader HC

Includes: Fluff, mild smut, smut, angst

General Relationship HCs

Superpowered Boyfriends: You and Mark constantly push each other to new heights—literally. Sparring matches can last for hours, and neither of you is afraid to go all-out. Sometimes, they end with a fiery crash into a mountain, followed by laughter and a makeout session.

Viltrumite Rivalry: you were raised under Viltrumite ideals, you likely started off seeing Mark as “too soft.” But over time, you realize his strength isn’t just in brute force—it’s in his heart. That’s part of what makes you fall for him.

The Protective Instincts Go Both Ways: Mark hates seeing you get hurt and vice versa. If either of you is in danger, expect the other to go absolutely feral. You both have a tendency to overdo it when defending each other.

Flight Dates: Your version of romantic dates involves flying to the upper atmosphere, floating above the Earth, and just basking in each other’s presence. Sometimes, you just enjoy the silence of space together.

Domestic & Fluff HCs

Viltrumite Strength, Human Love: You’re not the best at expressing emotions, but Mark helps break down your walls. He makes sure you know it’s okay to be vulnerable around him.

Who Cooks? Neither: You both have super speed and enhanced appetites, so cooking usually turns into a disaster. Most of your meals are takeout or grilled protein-heavy dishes.

Cuddling Is Intense: Since you both have Viltrumite DNA, neither of you has to be "gentle," which means full-body bear hugs that might leave cracks in the floor. Mark loves resting his head against your chest when he’s exhausted.

Angst & Hurt/Comfort HCs

Raised by Viltrumites: There’s a lot of internal conflict. Mark sees the good in you, but you struggle with unlearning what the Empire drilled into you. He refuses to let you slip into their ways.

Clashing Over Morality: You both have moments where you disagree on how to handle threats. Mark always tries to find another way, while you might be more inclined to end fights the Viltrumite way. Arguments can get heated, but he never gives up on you.

Post-Battle Healing: After tough fights, you both patch each other up, even though you heal fast. Mark will gently wipe away blood from your face, and you’ll hold his hand to reassure him.

Spicy (Mild) HCs

Playful Dominance Battles: Neither of you is used to backing down, so things can get a little… competitive. Whether it’s sparring or just day-to-day teasing, Mark loves a challenge.

Bruises as Love Marks: You both heal fast, but that doesn’t stop you from leaving little reminders of each other—whether it’s claw marks, light bites, or a solid punch during training that Mark insists was a “love tap.”

Flying Makeouts: The best part about being with another Viltrumite? Mid-air kisses at breakneck speed. It starts with playful chasing, but usually ends with one of you pinning the other against a floating asteroid or the side of a skyscraper.

How You Met

You and Mark’s first meeting was far from friendly. You were raised by the Viltrumites, you were likely sent to test his strength or even persuade him to join the Empire.

Immediate hands were thrown. Neither of you held back, and your fight was so intense that cities probably felt the shockwaves.

Somewhere mid-fight, Mark realized you weren’t actually trying to kill him—you hesitated when you had the chance. Maybe it was because you were curious about this so-called “half-breed” who defied Viltrumite rule.

“Wait, You’re Not Like the Others?”

After your clash, Mark tried talking instead of punching. You weren’t used to diplomacy—Viltrumites solve problems with fists. But something about his persistence made you stop and listen.

Mark challenged your beliefs about strength and purpose. He argued that power isn’t just about conquering—it’s about protecting.

Mark saw potential in you—not as a threat, but as someone who could be more than what Viltrum wanted you to be.

Conflicted Feelings & First Signs of Attraction

You were pissed off at how much Mark lingered in your thoughts. A weak, soft-hearted Viltrumite? No way you’d fall for that. (Spoiler: You totally did.)

Mark, on the other hand, started seeing past your rough exterior. He noticed moments where you let your guard down—the way your gaze softened when he talked about Earth, the hesitation before you hit him too hard in a spar.

The tension between you two was UNDENIABLE. Eve, Cecil, or even Debbie probably called him out on it.

“Mark, are you sure he’s not your boyfriend?”

“Wh—NO! He literally tried to kill me!”

“Mhm. Sure. So why do you keep looking at him like that?”

The Moment It Clicked

Maybe it was after a battle where you saved him—or he saved you. In that moment, something changed. The idea of losing each other became unbearable.

If you had lingering loyalty to the Viltrumites, your feelings for Mark were what ultimately made you defect. Choosing him meant choosing a different path.

Your first real emotional breakthrough happened when Mark reassured you:

“You don’t have to be what they made you.”

“You can be more than a soldier.”

“And… I want you here. With me.”

And just like that, you were his. Officially. (Not that you’d admit it right away.)

Bonus: Meeting the Guardians & Debbie

The Guardians were skeptical at first, especially since you and Mark’s first fight almost leveled a city.

Rex: “So… we’re just cool with letting another Viltrumite hang around? He’s not gonna go all Omni-Man on us, right?”

You had to prove yourself, but once you did, you earned their respect.

Debbie was surprisingly warm toward you—she could see that you made Mark happy. And if anyone deserved happiness, it was him.

Spicy HC

General Vibes

Being two superpowered Viltrumites, it’s rough, intense, and competitive. No holding back—walls break, the ground cracks, and the bed? That’s already been replaced twice.

Mark loves a challenge, and you give him exactly that. You two fight for dominance constantly—one second, you’re pinning him down, the next, he’s flipping the script.

Teasing & Banter Mid-Sex—Mark has a smart mouth and knows exactly how to push your buttons just to hear you growl. He’ll smirk and say, “That all you got?”—and suddenly, he's eating his words.

Kinks & Turn-Ons

Strength Play: Since you're both Viltrumites, neither of you holds back. You wrestle for control, leaving bruises (that heal too fast for your liking). He gets off on being overpowered just as much as flipping the tables on you.

Biting & Marking: You both heal fast, but that doesn’t stop bite marks, scratches, and bruises from being left behind. Mark loves looking in the mirror and seeing proof of last night.

Mild Degradation & Praise Mix: Mark talks so much shit during, but it’s always laced with praise. One second, he’s calling you a cocky bastard, the next, he’s breathlessly moaning, “You feel so good.”

Mid-Air Action: One of the perks of being Viltrumite? Zero-gravity fun. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up crashing into buildings mid-makeout.

Post-Fight Tension = Best Sex: After an intense spar, the adrenaline is still high, bodies are sweaty, and neither of you backs down. What starts as an argument turns into something… much filthier.

Possessiveness: You aren'tjealous, but if someone flirts with him? You always end up dragging him away and remind him exactly who he belongs to. Him? He Loves it.

Favorite Positions

Against the Wall: Why waste time going to a bed when he can hoist you up and take you against a concrete wall—which, unfortunately, usually ends up shattered.

Pinned & Overpowered: Doesn’t matter who’s on top—one of you is always holding the other down, wrists restrained, body pinned to the surface. Mark loves seeing you struggle… and lose.

Full-Body Contact: No matter what, there’s no space between you two—heated breaths, tangled limbs, desperate grinding. It’s all-consuming.

Aftercare? Soft? Maybe.

You’re both cocky and smug after, but Mark always pulls you close in the aftermath. He’s sore but satisfied, tracing over your skin and murmuring, “Damn… that was…”

Showers together = round two incoming.

He won’t outright say it, but he loves when you hold him after—wrapped up in Viltrumite warmth, bodies still buzzing from intensity.

[tiredeg]

All I have are smoking guns (George/Alex, outsider POV, 600 words)

“It was so funny,” Lando tells them all, “I went over to Williams earlier to say happy birthday, and it literally sounded like they were having sex. It was all moaning and grunting, I actually thought Alex had a girl in there until he said George’s name.” 

Kimi hasn’t really been paying Lando too much attention, more focused on debating whether he still has time to pee, but maybe this is something he could use on George. Maybe they were fighting, maybe George will be distracted in the car. 

“That would give it away, yes,” Alex says. He’s sipping from his straw like he doesn’t care, like he’s happy to stand here and listen to Lando tell his little story to half of the grid. 

“Except,” Lando keeps going, “it was more like Georrrrge” — he throws his head back and moans dramatically. Netflix aren’t here this weekend, Kimi doesn’t think, but they’d have loved that one. Might even have made the trailer.  

Alex laughs, so Kimi lets himself snigger too. He stops when he sees George coming. Alex doesn’t. 

“Chaps,” George nods as he steps in behind Alex. There’s not much room where they’re huddling behind the barriers until they absolutely have to go out for the parade. Not much room, but probably enough to accommodate George in the circle. He doesn’t move. 

“We were just talking about you,” Alex leans back into him. It makes him lose some height, makes it so that he has to look up at George. They probably aren’t having a fight then, just wrestling over something. Damn. 

“Oh yeah?” George leans in, obviously interested. 

“Lando here was just telling us how he overheard our life-changing shag earlier in my room.” 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Lando cuts in, “nobody said anything about life-changing, don’t give yourselves too much credit.” 

“I wasn’t life-changing?” George gasps, one of those little faux-shocked things he loves to do when somebody makes a joke about him in a meeting. It always works—Kimi’s been thinking of trying it out, but it probably won’t land the same for him. 

“Eh, you were fine,” Alex wiggles his hand in a so-so gesture. 

“Fine?” George’s voice is higher now—he’s good at this. “I come all the way over to Williams to give you a birthday seeing to, and all you can say is fine?” 

“Hey, I could have been seeing to you,” Alex has been doing a good job at keeping his voice steady before, but now even Kimi can hear the smile seeping through.  

“Not likely,” Lando snorts. 

“Oi!” 

It devolves from there until they’re finally called outside. Kimi manages to get up next to Max as the parade starts, nice. He isn’t half as much of a dick as George likes to paint him—whatever’s going on there isn’t Kimi’s problem. Honestly, he likes talking to Max anyway, but he especially likes the little wrinkle between George's eyebrows whenever he catches them talking.  

Speaking of, where—oh, George is over talking to Nico. He looks happy enough, giving little waves out to the crowd every now and then, as if anyone is looking at him when Lewis is in red beside him. George’s face changes as Kimi watches, flowing from bland politeness to something warmer. Nico might not have noticed, hasn't had to spend as many excruciating meeting room hours with him, but Kimi can tell. Besides, it's only Kimi at the correct angle to see Alex’s foot, small in his boot, run along the back of George's leg. They're lucky Mercedes aren't in white this weekend, or there'd be a mark. Though, he supposes, even in plain sight probably nobody would notice. 

[cueloki]

Mission shenanigans

You and Loki really aren't that close... or are you?

Wordcount: 847

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Warnings: Loki has ulterior motives, Loki cuddles, Bucky and Sam just want to sleep :(

A/N: Really don't know where this came from, but should we explore the aftermath in a part 2? | divider credit: anitalenia

“So this is cozy…” You speak up, after all of you are settled into the bunk beds and the big light is already off. “I had no idea missions could have such a school trip vibe,” You muse.

“Doll, this is the only time we get to sleep before it's all hands on deck,” Bucky says softly from the bottom bunk. You lean over the edge to investigate if he's actually trying to sleep. You squint your eyes and make out that his eyes are closed.

“Sam?” You whisper in the direction of the other top bunk, even though his back is turned to you.

“Oh, hell no, I know your mind is on that hyperactive shit right now but don't drag me into it.” He moans, exhaustion clear in his voice.

You huff and lay back. Usually you had better luck persuading Bucky and Sam into conversation but you guessed that with the way the mission was going, it made sense they'd want to get some rest in. 

And Sam had a point. Lack of sleep made you hyperactive which did you no favors in a situation such as this. You won't fall asleep anytime soon. Not that the bunks offer comfortable sleep in the first place.

Then there was Loki. In the bottom bunk beneath Sam, somehow still full of energy to read, with a soft glow conjured around his book to light up the words. Suppose gods don't need to sleep. Lucky bastards.

But you and Loki don't really get along. So there's little hope of starting a pleasant conversation there.

You stare at the ceiling as the room fills with the sound of Bucky's and Sam's snoring, which has probably been your least favorite part of this long mission with them. What makes it even worse is that you dropped your earphones somewhere, lost forever god knows where, so you truly have nothing to fight the violent snoring with. 

“You could borrow one of my books,” Loki speaks in a hushed whisper.

You stay quiet. Whenever he has offered something previously, it was with a motive. And he's been pissing you off with his quips about your moves during the mission. He’s a pain. A good looking, divine, drool over his looks in secret pain, but a pain nonetheless. The fact that he is attractive doesn't make up for the fact that he loves to get on your nerves.

“Come now, darling, I know you aren't asleep. Your breathing isn't deep enough,” He sighs.

“What are you bothering me for?” You huff.

“Well you tried to strike a conversation with everyone but me, I'm a little wounded,” You can hear the mirth in his words. Probably because he succeeded in baiting you into a conversation.

You snort. “You expect me to believe you care about that? Or anything?”

He ignores your question. “I could help you sleep. With my magic.” He offers, seemingly set on proving you wrong, because he's annoying like that.

You roll your eyes.

“It's a genuine offer, darling, just come down here,” 

You fidget with your fingers. You don't want to accept his help but you get clumsy and reckless when you haven't had rest. You curse yourself as you start climbing the ladder of the bunk.

In no time you stand awkwardly in front of his bunk. You shift your feet nervously. 

“What now?” You mutter.

“Sit down.” He says as he closes his book and it disappears in a green glow.

You follow his instructions and sit on his bed, facing away from him. But then he's pulling you to lay down with him.

“What-” 

Your protest is cut short as his hand splays over your stomach and you feel a wave of warmth wash over your whole body in pulses, relaxing both your muscles and mind.

“Oh,” You say in surprise, unable to muster up anything more.

“Oh,” He copies you, amused. “Oh, indeed,” He chuckles as he pulls you even closer and drapes the duvet over the both of you.

You don't have time to process whatever just happened because your body is now in such a bliss that the only thing you can really do is accept the situation as your eyes flutter closed.

Before you drift into slumber you think you hear Loki whisper a soft “Sleep well, darling.”

–

When you come to wake, it's to the sight of Bucky and Sam trying to stifle their laughter as they stare at you, wrapped in Loki's arms.

“It's not what it looks like!” You argue immediately, in your morning voice, causing them to give each other a knowing look and laugh out loud.

“Sure, doll,” Bucky grins, making it obvious they don't believe you, before they start walking out the room.

“We leave in five!” Sam calls.

You groan and feel Loki shift.

“And what is it, if not exactly what it looks like?” Loki's deep morning voice sounds from behind you as he pulls you closer.

“Shut up, Odinson,” You mutter.

He laughs and there's a pang in your heart. Oh, you're screwed.

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[ldolbybts]

Forbidden - Part 2

Pairing ➜ Dealer!yoongi x Female Reader Warnings ➜ 18+, sex, male receiving oral, little bit of angst Summary ➜ You never meant to lock eyes with the beautiful stranger at Namjoon’s house party, you also didn’t mean to completely fall for him. Word Count ➜ 7.7K

Part 1

The next morning you woke up with a killer headache and a dry mouth. You turned to your right and saw a passed-out Taehyung lying next to you.

Your eyes widened as you quickly tried to recall last night’s events.

After your phone call with Yoongi, you had quickly stripped Jin’s sheets and replaced them with a fresh pair, looking for a washing machine you threw them in, hoping no questions would be asked. It was a strange challenge to complete when drunk but luckily nobody had seen you and you had got it done relatively quick.

You had then went back downstairs and partied. Hard.

You remembered at about 5am you were too tired and Jin had announced you could sleep in any of the bedrooms, Taehyung had followed you to talk but you both had just ended up passing out.

You smiled, remembering Taehyung had been concerned with no ulterior motives, you two were just talking complete nonsense however for about an hour before you both had just fallen asleep.

You reached out to the bedside table, where you had left your phone and checked the time.

10AM it had read, only 4ish hours of sleep? Why the hell were you awake?

You saw you had a message from Yoongi, but you were pretty sure you needed a few more hours of sleep if you wanted to text back anything that made actual sense.

You did however make the valiant effort of plugging your phone into a charger before passing out again.

When you woke up again you didn’t know how much time had passed.

You reached out for you phone again to see it read 1PM, Taehyung was still miracuously passed out beside you.

You took a minute to examine his features, how the fuck did anyone deserve to be that beautiful? Especially after a night of partying? Jackass, you thought before sticking an elbow into his side.

“Tae,” you called out in a singsong tone. “Tae wake up.”

You earned a small groan from him and knew you were getting somewhere.

“Taeeeeeeee,” You called again.

You rolled over onto him, straddling his hips and leaning into him.

“Tae wake up!”

Semi awake - you knew this because he has consciously grabbed your hips to keep you in place – he groaned again, probably unaware of who you even were.

“Wake up you loser!” You said, cupping his cheeks and shaking his head side to side a little.

“M’awake.” He replied, his grip on your hips tightening when he finally realised who you were.

He smiled, his eyes still closed.

“Hm, I always have dreams of waking up with you on top of me like this.” He murmured.

“Never thought it would happen though.” He said as he slowly opened his eyes.

You were 100% sure you’ve probably never looked worse, but Taehyung only smiled wider when he saw your face.

“I was just trying to wake you up…” You trailed off, suddenly very aware of how your crotch was literally sitting on his.

You rolled off him, leaving him to fully wake up, pulling your phone off the charger.

You remembered the message from Yoongi, unlocking your phone.

A smile crossed your face as you remembered the events from last night. You felt giddy and a little ashamed at what you had actually done last night, but the giddy feeling overwhelmed you and you pushed away the hangover blues that were threatening to loom.

9:39AM

Yoongi: hey, text me when ur awake

You grinned even harder, typing your reply.

1:13PM

You: hey sorry my lazy ass is only awake now, i stayed in Jin’s, let me call you when im home and showered T_T

“God you must have it bad.” Taehyung said from beside you.

You glared at him “I don’t know what your talking about.” You replied.

“Well if how hard your smiling at your phone is anything to go by, you must clearly have it bad for somebody.” He said.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m going back to my dorm.” You said, standing up, feeling a little dizzy.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you.” He said, winking.

You mimicked gagging as you threw your shoes on and fled Jin’s house.

*

As you stepped out of the warmth of the shower and wrapped a towel around your hair, you threw on a long t-shirt and got settled into your bed.

You pulled out your phone and opened up your recents, hitting Yoongi’s name, you watched it as it began ringing.

You became a little nervous, your mind thinking back to everything that had went on last night.

You put the phone up to ear listening to the sounds as you closed your eyes letting out a heavy sigh of exhaustion.

They sprung back open as soon as you heard the “Hello?” from the other side of the line.

“Hey.” Was all you could manage, your anxiety sky rocketing.

“Hey,” Yoongi replied. “So how bad is your hangover?” He asked.

You laughed and scoffed. “Leave me alone! I am currently dying and in serious need of unhealthy food.”

“Maybe I can help with that?” He asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, like you were going to tell him no.

“What do you mean?” You asked, a smile on your face.

“I can pick up anything you want, bring it to you. We can talk.” He said.

“Oh yes please that sounds amazing!” You said, glee overwhelming you.

“Okay text me what you want and your address.”

And with that the conversation ended, you quickly jumped up to dry your hair and put on a pair of shorts.

When there was a knock on the door you leaped up, heart about to beat right through your chest.

You opened it up with a smile and Yoongi smiled back holding up food in one hand. You grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

Your dorm room was small so you didn’t really have any other choice but to sit down on your bed and pat the space beside you.

“Here is the chicken strips your majesty ordered.” He said, sitting beside you.

“Thank you so much, you have no idea how hungry I am.” You opened up the bag getting stuck in like some depraved animal.

“I didn’t know you lived in a dorm,” He said, gazing around your room.

“Yeah,” you said, munching on fries, you swallowed and began again. “I’m in my 3rd year.”

“Wow, I don’t know…I pictured you to live in some ridiculous mansion like the rest of them do.” He said with a shrug of the shoulders.

“No, believe it or not I am in no way rich, far from it actually, I met them because my mom used to clean Namjoon’s house actually, she used to bring me along. That’s how we all met.”

You weren’t  ashamed that you had significantly less money that your friends, far from it actually, your mom was a single mother who did her best for you, still was.

“Oh really? That’s actually quite surprising.” Yoongi said, his eyes skimming over your face, meeting your eyes.

“I’m not ashamed! Those rich dicks help me a lot actually, they’ve definitely made sure I didn’t I go hungry or anything, they treat me well, I’m super thankful.” You said, taking another bite of your food, it was going down a treat.

“Thank you for the food, I have some money in my coat pocket-“ You made a move to stand.

“Please, it’s on me.” Yoongi said, putting a hand on your arm to stop you getting up.

You laughed. “I probably just made it sound like I’m some sort of charity case.”

Yoongi shook his head, “Not at all, I just wanted to do something nice.”

You looked up at him again, his dark hair was falling in his eyes a little.

“Listen,” he began “About last night, I hope you don’t regret it.” He said, he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

You put the rest of your food to the side, wanting to move closer to him.

“Of course I don’t.” You reaasured him. “Do you?” You asked.

Now Yoongi looked at you once again, “No.”

“See? We both don’t regret anything. I’m glad.” You said, resting a hand on his thigh.

“I want to talk though,” He started, his eyes focused on where your hand was. “I know it’s no secret. What my job is.”

It was your turn to listen to his story and you did, you nodded, letting him continue.

“I know what I said to you the first night we met, and I won’t lie I still feel like that a little, I’m a first class scumbag right? I mean what else kind of person deals drugs.”

He said, scoffing at himself.

He kept going, he clearly wanted to get everything out on the table.

“I never wanted this, my dad’s side of the family are all like this, my mom ran off, I guess she was afraid of him, but she didn’t take me with her. I grew up with this and I never wanted to do his dirty work for him. I tried to fight him on it but what can I do? He wouldn’t let me leave. I know I’m a bad person, I try so hard not to be, I only sell to people I can trust, no addicts, no one underage, just mainly rich kids who want to party ya know? I know that doesn’t make it any better…”

You could tell he was struggling to get this out, but it needed to be done.

“My dad’s a hardass, he doesn’t even do any of the dirty work, just sits on his throne all day, keeping his hands clean. He threw me into this, his own son, said he wanted me to get a taste of what it was like out there.”

You were listening intently, afraid to speak. Him saying this made it all so real.

You knew what he was doing was wrong, but the fact that he was basically being forced to do it made your heart ache, he didn’t ask to be born into that life and running away from home when your father was that kind of man…it wasn’t an option either you guessed.

“I’m not making excuses, really I’m not, I just. I like you a lot and there is no way I can take this any further without you knowing all this. I understand if you don’t want to see me again.” He said.

You looked at him, he was still looking down unable to meet your eyes, was he really that ashamed?

A part of you wanted to tell him you didn’t want to see him again, to not let yourself get into this sort of situation, but something about him was so damn infatuating, you wanted to keep seeing him, get to know him, his hobbies, his hopes and dreams.

It had been a while since he spoke and you realised you hadn’t replied to him.

“Look I get it, I’ll just go.” And as he made a move to stand you hastily grabbed at his wrist.

“No please don’t go Yoongi. Please. This was just a lot to process, I’m sorry. But I definitely don’t want you to walk away.” You said giving him a - what you hoped looked - reassuring smile.

Yoongi smiled back but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I know it’s a lot, that’s why I don’t date or get involved with girl’s at all for that matter. But then I saw you at Namjoon’s party…I couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, I’ve never felt like that before after seeing someone for the first time.”

Your heart swelled.

“I thought the same about you, I mean I tried to flirt from the damn bathroom.” You said, laughing a little.

“I know,” Yoongi replied, laughing a little too as he recalled the memory. “I said that cheesy line aswell, I felt like a damn moron for that.”

You laughed harder. “Don’t worry, I liked it.”

“You were drunk!”

“I wasn’t that drunk…well actually…” You trailed off as you recalled.

You both were laughing hard now.

You couldn’t believe how natural this all felt, being like this with him.

And that’s how the rest of your afternoon with him went, just talking about anything and everything, you were getting to know each other and it felt amazing.

So when he announced he had to go you had pouted and he gave you a quick kiss on said pout and promised to call you.

*

You were sitting with Jungkook in your local coffee shop, both stressing about assignments, but avoiding them like the idiots you were.

“This has got to be the worst week of my life, I feel like I’ve been hungover for about 5 days and this essay is due in in 2 days, how do they expect me to write five thousand words whilst trying to party? I go to college to party, not to work.” Jungkook was moaning, you weren’t really listening to him, you rolled your eyes.

“Jungkook you’re gonna flunk out if you don’t start doing some work.” You said sighing.

“They can’t flunk me,” he began with a cocky smirk, “When your dad’s on the board there are some perks, for example, doing the bare minimum and getting away with it.”

You scoffed at him, hitting his shoulder.

“And where is that attitude going to take you in life? Hmm?” You were tired of dealing with his rich boy antics.

“I don’t know, hopefully surrounded by some good pussy and parties 24/7.”

You were pretty sure if you rolled your eyes any harder they were going to fall out of your head.

“Well, unlike you, I have to actually put some effort in, I’m going to the library, it’s due on Monday.” As you got up Jungkook stood with you.

“I’ll walk you over.” He offered and you didn’t decline.

As you walked across the grass, Jungkook had his hands in his pockets.

“So does that mean you’re not going to the party tomorrow?” He asked.

You shook your head a firm no, that was the last thing on earth you needed to be doing.

“Awh no fun, I hate it when you’re not there.” He said and you gave him the side-eye.

“What are you talking about? We barely speak at parties your always too busy trying to get laid by the first brunette that walks through the door.” You stated.

“Oh come on! Not fair. Me and you know how to have a good time, you’re the only person I can count on to get as fucked up as me.” He said, smiling at you.

You hit his shoulder again. “Why are you so proud? Us embarrassing ourselves isn’t cute.”

“It is so.” He retorted.

You just shook your head, walking in silence until you were back on campus.

“Hey look… isn’t that Min Yoongi?” Jungkook asked, nodding his head in the direction he was in.

You shot your head up immediately, Jungkook was right, Yoongi was there. Standing in front of what you could only assume was his car, it was sleek, black and look like it cost more than a house.

You looked away, turning to Jungkook. “How do you know who he is?”

“A lot of people on campus know who he is, he’s infamous, you know he used to go here? He dropped out, turned into… ya know…a drug dealer.” Jungkook said lowering his voice.

“He refuses to sell to me. I’m pretty sure he’s Jin’s dealers though, I see him around sometimes.”

You widened your eyes in surprise, smacking Jungkook on the shoulder for what had to be the 15th time today.

“Ouch! What did I do now?” He said, faking hurt.

“You tried to buy from him? What are you, some sort of idiot?” You scolded.

“He’s a cool guy ______, I’ve heard the rumours about him selling to only a select few, but I thought I’d chance my arm anyway, see if he was down, he most definitely was not.” Jungkook said, laughing at the obviously funny memory.

“Jesus Christ Jungkook, you really are shameless.” You stated, distracted.

Yoongi had spotted you, he wasn’t making it obvious but he stole a few looks your way.

“Is he…looking at you ______?” Jungkook said, suddenly aware of the situation.

You immediately turned bright red.

“Oh my god, he is!” Jungkook half shouted.

“Jungkook oh my god, shut up!” You said back at him, suddenly irritated at his childishness, if anyone were to find out about you and Yoongi – well let’s just say Jungkook would’ve been dead last on your list.

“I can’t believe this…wait, how do you even know him?” He asked, he stopped walking and suddenly turned to you, going into full blown interrogation mode.

“I don’t! Well not really, I just talked to him at Namjoon’s party once, I didn’t even know who he was.” You said, it technically wasn’t a lie, you just couldn’t let Jungkook know it had went so much further than that.

“Jesus…” Jungkook breathed out, he was clearly in deep thought.

“Please stop making it sound like such a bad thing Jungkook, it isn’t that deep!”

“He’s a fucking dealer _____, do you know how dangerous that makes him!” He shot back, clearly worried for you, it would be almost endearing if you hadn’t felt such a strong need to defend Yoongi.

“You know he doesn’t even want that life? His dad forced him into it, he didn’t have a choice in the matter…” You trailed off, hoping Jungkook would be reasonable.

“How well do you know him, really? I’m sure that makes it seem like it’s all okay _____, but it doesn’t.” He wasn’t budging on his opinion.

You wanted to fight him on this, but honestly…how could you?

“You didn’t...get with him…did you?” Jungkook asked, seeing how worked up you were getting up over the situation.

“Jungkook, I swear to god, if you don’t stay out of my business, we won’t be friends anymore.” You shoved him out of your way and stormed on, you heard him call your name but you ignored him.

As you were walking it suddenly hit you, Yoongi had just witnessed your whole confrontation, he hadn’t been close enough to hear but anybody with two eyes could clearly see you and Jungkook had been arguing.

You didn’t look over at Yoongi, you put your head down and powerwalked all the way to your dorm.

As you closed your door you threw your bag on the floor in anger. Who the fuck did Jungkook think he was? He wasn’t in charge of your life you were a big girl.

You began shedding clothes, suddenly feeling too hot, you were getting far too worked up, ready to burst into tears.

Your phone was buzzing incessantly in your back pocket and you finally took it out, looking to see who it was;

Notifications:

JK: iMessage(s) (8)

Yoongi: iMessage(s) (2)

You sighed and threw your phone on the bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of them, your head was hurting and you just wanted to crawl into your bed.

So you did.

It was only 2pm, but a nap couldn’t hurt, your problems would still be there when you woke up, but you could avoid them for a few hours.

*

When you woke up, it was due to the sound of your phone vibrating once again, you didn’t know how long it had been doing that exactly, but the fact it had been seeping into your dream, you figured it had been a while.

You picked it up from beside you and squinted at the bright light in your face.

Incoming call: JK

You hastily declined the call and when you did you saw the notifications on your home screen.

Notifications:

JK: iMessage(s) (14)

Missed calls (6)

Yoongi: iMessage(s) (5)

Missed Calls (1)

You groaned at the time, you’d been asleep for about 2 hours, but Jungkook obviously had a lot to say to you, you knew he had been saying everything to you out of his love for you, that he didn’t mean to be mean or hurtful. Heck you knew what kind of situation you were in and damn you and Yoongi had beat that horse to death the first time he had came over to your dorm, you were taking it slow, unaware of where you two wanted to take this, but you both knew how badly you’d wanted to keep seeing each other.

You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone, staring at the messages Jungkook had left first.

2:07PM

JK: _____ I’m sorry about how that went down, we need to talk

JK: Please don’t ignore me, i know i annoyed you

JK: i know i didnt even take the time to really hear you out

JK: You know how much i care about you

JK: How could i stand by and let you just do something like that?

JK: Wht kind of friend would that make me?

JK: please please don’t shut me out

JK: i love you sooo much don’t be mad at me :(

3:13PM

JK: i promise i wont say anything to anyone

JK: i do think you should tell Jin though

3:56PM

JK: _____ please pick up the phone

JK: im going fucking crazy sitting here

JK: i just need to know you don’t hate me :(

JK: ik im being a stalker here, but just one word to reassure me you’ll talk to me again is all I need :( ur my best friend ,,,

You sighed heavily as you scrolled through his texts, he was obviously annoyed at himself and clearly demented at the thought you may never speak to him again, he'd always had a flare for the dramatic.

You put your anger aside to type one quick reply.

4:04PM

You: I don’t hate you, I just don’t know how to talk about this with you yet, give me time.

He typed a reply right away.

JK: okay !! i understand im so glad you replied

You really needed to set things straight with Jungkook but you knew you both needed to speak to each other in person, you would in due time.

As you took another heavy sigh you clicked over to yours and Yoongi’s text conversation.

2:04PM

Yoongi: Hey is everything okay with you and your friend (jungkook I think, im not sure…)

Yoongi: I wanted to come say hi but things look a little heated, do you wnt me to come over?

3:45PM

Yoongi: im sure youre busy I don’t want to be that person who worries over not getting a reply, but I really do hope ur ok…

Yoongi: ive tried calling u sorry if that’s annoying lol, let me know ur okay?

Yoongi obviously didn’t realise your argument with Jungkook had been over him, so how could he know you couldn’t even tell him what you two had been arguing about, you didn’t want to lie to him he clearly seemed to care, but you thought the truth would be more damaging than good as you began to type back.

4:07PM

You: hey im sorry! Ur not annoying i just accidentally fell asleep, sorry if i left you to worry about me although it is very cute tho,,,, me and jungkook were just talking about one of my close girlfriends, he said he something about wanting to fuck her and i got angry…it’s the norm with me and him, nothing to worry abt :)

You read over what you typed about 5 times, hoping it was believable, you pressed send.

You lay in your bed waiting for ten minutes before you got a reply.

4:19PM

Yoongi: it didn’t look like nothing, my offer to come and see u still stands ya know… im still about campus

You heart felt heavy. You thought about how much you wanted to see him, and you knew that even though Jungkook was right he was also so very wrong.

4:21PM

You: yeah i would actually really like that…you remember where i am don’t u?

After about 10 minutes you heard a knock on your door and you bounce up from your bed, you probably look a hot mess but you don’t care.

You pulled open the door and were practically beaming at him.

“Hi.” You said.

“Hi yourself.” He replied as he walked in, you took a step back still watching him as he closed the door behind him.

You were still awe of how effortlessy beautiful he was, the dainty silver chain around his neck, his hair was getting a little too long but the way it was falling into his eyes made him even more beautiful.

“What is it?” He asked a small laugh escaping him, clearly confused by your staring.

“Nothing really…I just think you’re cute.” Your eyes widened after you finished speaking, that sounded a whole lot better in your head.

Yoongi let out an amused scoff.

“You think I’m cute?” He retorted.

He took a step towards you and you felt your heart rate began to go a lot faster.

“Well…I d-,” He was getting closer. “I don’t know – it just slipped out.” You said.

“It just slipped out?” He repeated.

You had never felt more flustered in your life and it only got worse as he finally got close enough to rest his hands on your hips and pull you close to him.

“Do you…wanna watch a movie or something?” You asked, god he really was fucking you up.

“No.” Was all Yoongi said before he leaned in and kissed you.

You welcomed his kiss immediately, leaning into his touch and wrapping your hands around his neck, teasing the ends of his hair with the tips of your fingers.

You slowly began incoporating your tongue into the kiss and let out a pleased moan when Yoongi began lightly sucking on it.

“You make the prettiest noises…” He said breathily between your kisses.

“Hmmm.” Was all you responded.

“Even better hearing them in person rather than over the phone.” He stated.

You froze a little feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the memory of Yoongi talking you through your orgasm over the phone.

“I must’ve jerked off to the memory of that about a million times, god it was so fucking hot,” You were staring wide eyes at him, you could feel the familiar heat growing between your legs.

“R-really?” Was all you could mutter as Yoongi began kissing your neck his hands reaching round to grab at your ass.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, you sounded amazing baby, did so well for me.”

Fuck.

You could feel yourself getting more flustered by the second, all you could think to do was to kiss him again.

As you both grew more heated you let Yoongi guide over to your bed and your stomach was doing flips in anticipation.

You let him lie down and crawled over ontop of him stradding his hips.

You pulled off your top leaving you in your bra and Yoongi just stared at your chest.

His hand reaching up he moved round to unhook your bra.

You shuddered at his touch and slender fingers getting to work and when he finally let your bra slide off your shoulders his hands reached up to palm at your breasts and you let out a small moan when he teased your nipple with his fingers.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmmured.

You could feel him under you, hard and heavy.

You began grinding down allowing you both to have some friction.

“Fuck, I think I could come like this.” You moaned, grinding down on him harder.

Yoongi was smirking, “Yeah why don’t you try?” He challenged.

You smiled back at him, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you went to town.

“Fuck, I can feel how big you are Yoongi.”

You swore you felt his cock twitch at that.

“Want you so bad, so fucking bad.” You were talking yourself up now, getting yourself more and more worked up, you were so close.

“Yeah? Show me how bad you want me baby, fucking use me.” Yoongi said while he continued to tease your nipples, he sat up slightly, using his mouth to suck one into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Was all you managed before you came undone, riding yourself on Yoongi through your orgasm.

“You really weren’t lying.” Was all Yoongi could manage before you began moving your body down his.

You pulled his jeans down, revealing the outline of him through his boxers, your mouth watering.

You palmed over him, “You really are big, fuck.” You whispered, almost to yourself.

“You want to suck my dick baby?” He offered.

You nodded like a crazy woman, you wanted him so bad and him asking you something like that only spurred you on.

You pulled his briefs down letting his cock spring free.

“Jesus.” Was all you could say.

Yoongi laughed, clearly amused at your reaction to his dick.

“I mean it’s no Jesus but I appreciate the compliment.” He said.

You laughed, hard. You couldn’t believe you had his dick in your hand and he was making you laugh like an idiot.

“Okay stop or I won’t be able to do a damn thing.” You stated trying to get your breath back.

“Hm okay sorry I’ll stop.”

You just smiled as you lowered your head taking him slowly into your mouth.

You wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t put in your mouth, beginning to really get to work.

You heard Yoongi’s breath hitch and let out a small groan at your actions and mentally congratulated yourself.

“Fuck you’re good at that.” He said breathless.

“Hmmm.” You moaned around him.

“Ah fuck baby please.” He said an encouraging hand on your head willing you to take more of him in your mouth.

So you did just that, you took more of him, he hit the back of your throat and as you tried to suppress your gag reflex Yoongi clearly appreciated what you were doing.

He moans. And oh god it is such a sexy noise you want to just start touching yourself then and there, you were insatiable.

After a few more minutes your jaw was beginning to ache but you never faltered wanting to finish the job, it’s Yoongi who stops you.

“Babe stop, I don’t wanna come like this. Wanna be inside you.” He stated and you felt yourself suddenly become nervous, looking up at him you could see his fucked out expression and it only turned you on more, you pushed your nerves to the side; you trusted him, and you’d wanted him this way from the moment you set your eyes on him.

“Do you have a condom?” Yoongi asked as you sat up to remove your skirt and underwear.

You turned to him to see him taking his shirt off, only to pause when you remembered you couldn’t even remember the last time you purchased condoms.

“Shit…No actually, I don’t.” You said.

Yoongi looked at you laughing a little in disbelief.

“No it’s okay, I’m clean and I’m on the pill!” You said as you straddled him, you weren’t going to let this ruin your first time with Yoongi.

“I’m clean too, to be honest it’s actually been a while-“

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” You interrupted him, “you still want to do this then?”

You saw his cock twitch at your teasing and you laughed a little only to gasp in shock as he grabbed you by the hips and all of a sudden you were underneath him.

“Of course I want to do this.” He said into your ear.

“Then do it, fuck me Yoongi, please.” You could hear the neediness in your voice but you didn’t care.

Yoongi buried his head into the crook of you neck and let out a groan of frustration before pulling away and looking at you, he gave you a small kiss before muttering something that sounded something like ‘what are you doing to me?’

Yoongi lined up at your entrance and you were so wet the tip slid in with ease.

You let out a small whine as the initial feeling, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

“Baby jesus chirst…you are so wet…so tight…fuck you feel amazing.” He said.

You merely nodded in agreement, you didn’t trust yourself to speak, he was all in the way in you now and you had to bite your lip to hold back a scream.

“Please…move…Yoongi.” You managed.

And with that Yoongi started thrusting into you, hard.

You were moaning loudly completely lost in the pleasure.

“Baby you sound so pretty, keep moaning like that, you want me to fuck you harder?” he asked.

He was breathing heavily but when you gave him a small yes he complied, fucking into you at an unbelievable pace, you body started moving a little up the bed but Yoongi grabbed you by the hips to keep you in place.

“Yoongi just like that oh my god just like that.” You moaned.

Yoongi reached his hand down to rub at your clit and you jerked at the bolt of pleasure, it was almost too much. Almost.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this…” Yoongi murmured, “underneath me moaning like this.”

You smiled “Really? Did you get off to the thought of this a lot?” You asked teasingly.

“Fuck more than I care to admit.” He breathed out.

You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He was hitting you deeper now and his relentless attack on your clit was only causing you to reach your end quicker, you put your face in the crook of him neck and let out a loud whine.

“Baby are you close already?”

Yoongi had slowed now but he was rubbing your clit faster and you could feel you orgasm about to wash over you.

“Yes – fuck – I’m gonna come.” You said.

Yoongi was panting heavy, picking up his pace again, he could feel you clenching around him and you knew he was just as close as you.

“Come for me please baby.” And with a few final strokes of your clit your orgasm hit you like a train.

You were lost in yourself, lost in your orgasm you took a moment to come back down to earth you put your hands on Yoongi’s shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist encouraging him to come.

“Baby please come, please fill me up.” You said in your fucked out moan.

And he did, spilling inside you the feeling of him filling you up was so blissful you moaned again.

“Oh fuck,” Yoongi whispered you almost didn’t hear him,  but the way he said those words just confirmed he had enjoyed himself just as much as you had.

When he pulled out of you you were both still breathing heavy the both of you so fucked out you couldn’t even speak yet, Yoongi rolled over to lay beside you.

After a minute of silence Yoongi finally spoke.

“That was-“

“Amazing.” You finished.

Yoongi laughed, leaning over to kiss you, a small affectionate peck that left you smiling like an idiot.

“Let me get you a cloth.” Yoongi offered, getting off the bed he pulled back on his underwear and walked into your small en-suite.

You could feel Yoongi’s cum seeping out of you and as gross as it was it only caused you to smile knowing what had just happened.

“Here.” Yoongi said, as he walked back out handing you the cloth, it was hot and you appreciated the fact he had taken the time to do that for you, it was sweet.

“Thank you.” You said sitting up to clean yourself.

You climbed off your bed aswell, throwing on Yoongi’s shirt to cover yourself up.

“Looks good on you.” Yoongi said.

You scoffed, “I’m gonna shower I’m sure I look like a mess…give me a minute?”

“Yeah no problem –” Yoongi was muttering as he reached for his phone to check it, after a second he was bouncing up.

“Actually I’m sorry I have to go – god I really don’t want to be that guy that just leaves right after…” He trailed off, his eyes wondering over your body until you realised he was looking at his own shirt on your body.

You nodded trying not to show your upset at the events that were unfolding in front of you.

You hastily reached for your dressing gown to cover up your naked form as you pulled his shirt up over your head.

“______ please don’t get quiet on me like that, you do know I care about you and I would not be leaving unless this wasn’t an emergency, right?” He said as he pulled on his shoes and stood up.

He made his way back over to you and took both your hands in his, encouraging you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry, I really am, please don’t be upset, please tell me you understand.”

It took everything in you to nod and give him a small smile.

“I’m fine Yoongi, go, I understand.” You lied.

He took another 10 seconds to further examine your face to make sure you weren’t upset, you were definitely giving him a convincing enough expression.

He gave you a small nod before grabbing his keys and phone giving you a small peck on the lips and leaving out the door.

You let out a huge sigh, you felt tired again.

*

You woke up the next morning and let out a frustrated groan as you remembered yesterdays events.

After Yoongi had left you stood there for a minute before you let the shame wash over you, you felt like you had just been used for a quick fuck, you wanted to believe Yoongi wasn’t like that but it was hard not to when he was already out the door even as his cum was still inside you.

You had showered for a long time, trying to rid yourself of the negative thoughts that were overwhelming you.

Yoongi wasn’t like that, he had shared himself with you, told you details of his private life and in turn had listened to your story as well, but was this a regular occurrence with him?

Was the time that you were able to spend together going to be far and few between?

You decided the best thing for you was to simply distract yourself, so as you sat on your bed you opened up your laptop to get started on the assignment you had due, you decided to switch off your phone, you knew if you didn’t you would be checking it every 5 minutes waiting on a text from a certain someone.

A few hours passed as you really began getting into your work you figured you’d be able to get it finished by tomorrow, but a sharp knock on your door made you jump out of your skin.

“_____ , open up please.” You heard a muffled voice come from behind the door.

It was Jungkook.

You took a deep breath, you hadn’t been mentally ready to see him for a while, but here he was.

You stood up off your bed, walk to the door you hesitantly opened it just a crack as you peered out to him.

He looked good as usual, black jeans, black cap and that damn black leather jacket. He immediately looked at you as you poked your head through the gap in the door.

“What do you want Jungkook?” You asked, you really weren’t in the mood to get lectured right now.

“What am I, some stranger? Let me in and we can talk.” He said moving closer to the door.

“Jungkook – I’m really not in the mood right now.” You said.

He pushed the door open anyway his strength no match for you.

“What are you deaf now?! I don’t wanna talk Jungkook.” You stood back from him as he closed the door behind him, he really did look huge in your small dorm room.

“Please just let us talk this out, you know I hate fighting with you, the other guys… I will freeze their asses out when they’re mad at me I don’t care…but with you.” Jungkook looked at you with those bigs eyes and you let out a huge sigh, you had a soft spot for him.

“Okay, let’s talk.” You said with a heavy heart, you weren’t ready for the dose of reality Jungkook was going to hit you with.

He took a seat on your bed, your dorm room didn’t even have a desk so everything had to happen on your bed, you cringed a little when you realised you hadn’t even washed your sheets since you and Yoongi had had sex on them.

You took a seat beside him folding your legs up underneath yourself.

“You wanna tell me how this happened?” Jungkook said, you got the vibes he wanted everything out on the table.

“I wasn’t lying yesterday. I met him at Namjoon’s house party the other week. He was there because you all cried in Jin’s face about getting coke.” You said, you were definitely on the defence.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows a little, you know he could tell you were going to be snarky about this but he had the patience of a god when it came to you, lord knows you could be difficult.

“Okay…” Jungkook began slowly, “So you two just…what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Jungkook, I saw him at Namjoon’s party I flirted with him even after I found out who he was, I saw him at Jin’s again and he kissed me…he actually was here yesterday…” You didn’t know what else to say, how did you tell your best friend you were fucking a drug dealer, it wasn’t exactly something you just said, but you knew Jungkook was smart enough to already know what you were saying.

“What?! You mean you two have already…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, he trailed off looking like he was deep in thought. “Aren’t you moving a little to fast here _____? I mean if you only met him at Namjoon’s party then –" You took second to blink at Jungkook before hitting his shoulder.

“Excuse me?! You fuck the first girl you see at any any party within an hour of meeting her and you’re going to lecture me about whoring it out?!” You weren't really that angry more, just in shock that Jungkook had actually said something like that to you.

Jungkook laughed a little at your reaction “I didn’t mean it that way, I’m sorry I guess it’s just because of who he is…you have to know this is a bad idea right?” He was looking at you a lot more serious now.

You nodded solemly, “I know Jungkook, fuck believe me, we both know.”

“But…let me guess, he’s not entirely what I’m picturing? Cause I know damn well you wouldn’t let get this worked up over someone if you didn’t like them a lot.” He said, resting a comforting hand on your knee.

Sometimes you forgot how attentive Jungkook was, a lot of your relationship was joking around with each other, so when shit got serious you were reminded of the fact that he actually cared about you a lot and that he actually knew you pretty well.

“Yeah, it’s new but…I like him a lot, although I’m not even sure if the feelings are one hundred percent reciprocated. Maybe it’s just self deprecation thinking that… I don’t know it’s been so long since I’ve wanted to see someone more than once. I forgot how hard this shit is.” You scoffed out a laugh, you were pretty sure you sounded stupid but you weren’t sure how to talk about this.

“Please, are you kidding me? If the feelings aren’t reciprocated then he is a total dumbass because any guy would be so lucky to have you.” Jungkook said.

You didn’t know where to look, Jungkook speaking like this to you felt foreign.

“I know that was cheesy,” Jungkook laughed a little. “But it’s true, I mean look at Taehyung, he embarrasses himself all the time trying to get you to go out with him.”

You rolled your eyes.

“All Taehyung wants is a quick fuck.” You deadpanned.

Jungkook scoffed “Are you kidding me? I’m pretty sure Tae’s been in love with you from the moment he set his eyes on you, remember when he gave you his favourite toy to play with and we all were in shock cause it was the first time we’d seen him share anything.”

You laughed at the memory, but Jungkook had no idea what he was talking about, Taehyung only saw you as a friend and possibly another notch on his belt.

“Listen, what I’m trying to say is _____ at the end of the day this is your choice obviously but please be careful, please, I can look out for you but I don’t think I stand a chance against a drug lord’s crew if it came down to that.”

You looked at him in shock. “Jungkook don’t say shit like that oh my god! Nothing like that would happen!”

You shivered at the thought for a second, thinking about how you only saw Yoongi and not his world, it probably was a dangerous as Jungkook was imagining.

Jungkook put his hands up in defence. “I’m sorry okay, I’m just going to be worrying like crazy from now on, you know that right? Let me be the overbearing overprotective friend please.”

You let out a heavy sigh chosing to not say anything for a moment as you got lost in your own head.

“______, I respect your choices always. But please be careful.”

You nodded, “Thank you Jungkook, and you know I will.”

“Listen I gotta go, but I’ll text you okay?” Jungkook said as he stood up.

You stood up with him following him to the door.

He leaned in and gave you a hug, it was warm and you felt safe in his arms for the short moment they were around you. You really did have great friends you thought. With a quick goodbye Jungkook left you alone with your thoughts.

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° went out to look for a reason to hide

♡ a/n — for my childhood best friends to lovers series

♡ word count — 1.4k

♡ content — hiori yo x fem! reader, (could be gn! but just to be safe i said fem), probably ooc hiori, goes from ages 4 to the U-20 game, pining, not

♡ synopsis — And maybe, just maybe, the world would see who Hiori Yo tuly was one day. But for now, only you knew this version of him.

You met Hiori Yo when you were four years old.

The daycare was noisy, filled with the screeches and laughter of kids running around, playing games, making friends. But you weren’t like them. You sat at your own table, arms crossed, face pulled into a deep scowl as you mean-mugged anyone who dared to get too close. You had already made too many kids cry today—apparently, you didn’t know how to keep your thoughts to yourself.

"You’re too loud," your mom always said. "You don’t understand other people’s feelings."

But what did that even mean? You were four. How were you supposed to understand something so complicated when you could barely tie your shoes?

The other kids didn’t like you. You didn’t mean to hurt their feelings, but somehow, you always did. Even when you apologized, they never wanted to play with you again, everyone avoided you now, too scared to talk to you, too hurt by whatever you had said that you already forgot.

So you sat alone, mean-mugging anyone who got too close. You decided you’d rather sit by yourself anyway. At least that weird kid with blue hair wasn’t trying to talk to you.

But then, he did.

"Hi!"

You looked up from your scuffed-up lunchbox, eyes narrowing at the boy standing across from you. His hair was messy, sticking up in all the wrong places, and his cheeks were a little too round, making him look soft in a way that made your glare feel useless.

"Hi," you muttered.

The boy didn’t seem fazed by your disinterest. He dragged over one of the many chairs that had been abandoned at your table and plopped down, completely at ease. He had a book in his hands—one about soccer, judging by the pictures you could see from across the table.

"I’m Hiori!" he said cheerfully.

You raised a brow, glancing at the other kids behind him, the ones who actually wanted to play with him.

"The others wanna play with you."

Hiori only shrugged, flipping a page in his book before looking at you with an easy smile.

"I wanna be here."

And no matter how hard you tried to push him away, no matter how much you told him he was better off with the others, Hiori Yo never left your side.

Eventually… you became friends.

By junior high, not much had changed.

You still had trouble keeping friends—your outspokenness tended to scare people off, especially at this age, when kids were meaner, more sensitive. But Hiori was different. While people naturally drifted away from you, more and more people were drawn to him.

He was too nice, too good to tell them to leave him alone.

If they knew the real Hiori—the one who could stare dead-eyed at a game for hours, the one who matched your sharp energy effortlessly, the one who called you stupid when you were being stupid—maybe they wouldn’t like him so much.

You hummed to yourself as you walked home together after his soccer practice, still carrying the familiar weight of your school bag as he dragged his duffel over his shoulder. His face, once the picture of politeness and charm, was now set in an exhausted grimace.

"Aren’t you tired?" you asked, glancing up at him.

He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "God, they just never stop talking. ‘Hiori, do this! Hiori, can you—’ It’s... I don’t know."

You rolled your eyes. "You can just say no, you know?"

"No… I can’t. That’s not who I am."

He huffed, scratching the back of his neck. But was pleasing everyone really worth it? Hiding who he truly was just to please everyone? 

Was that why people questioned your friendship—because you never hid, while Hiori played a role for everyone but you?

Just thinking about it made you exhausted.

High school changed things.

Hiori finally found his edge, his perfect level of competitiveness. High school soccer was brutal—people got hurt all the time, whether on purpose or by accident.

And Hiori?

Well, to everyone else, sweet Hiori never meant to injure anyone. He was too nice, too soft, too apologetic for it to be intentional.

So what if Hiori had accidentally hurt more than a few players? He even apologized—everyone forgave him immediately.

But you knew better.

That wasn’t an accident.

You approached him after the game, watching as he wiped the sweat from his brow, his face still a mask of innocence.

"That was cruel, Hiori."

You smiled at him, reaching up to dab a bit of sweat from his forehead with your sleeve.

"Can’t score again if you’re hurt," he replied with a shrug.

You huffed, shaking your head as he slung an arm over your shoulders. "Can I come over later? Don’t wanna hear it from my parents."

"Of course. You know you’re always allowed to just walk in. My mom loves you."

Hiori smiled and kissed your forehead before leaving—something you’d done for years now. It was your way of saying goodbye. But lately, every time he did it, your heart squeezed like you were going to have a heart attack.

And you hated that feeling.

That night, Hiori snuck into your room.

To anyone else, sneaking a boy in would be scandalous. But this was Hiori. Your best friend.

So why did it feel different now?

You both lay side by side on your bed, turned toward each other as the dim glow of your bedside lamp illuminated his face.

"That was mean, Hiori… That kid’s seriously hurt."

You tried not to smile—it wasn’t funny! But knowing that he had done it on purpose while everyone else remained clueless made you feel special.

"Oh, hush. If I wanted to hear this, I would’ve just gone home."

He smirked, eyes gleaming in the low light, and for a second—just a second—you imagined kissing him.

"You look really pretty right now."

Your thoughts screeched to a halt.

"Huh?"

He only grinned, leaning in.

"You heard me."

And then he kissed you—not a short one, not too long. Just perfect.

When he pulled away, your mouth was slightly open, heart hammering against your ribs as he laughed.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that."

You threw a pillow at his head.

And from that moment on, Hiori Yo was yours. And you were his.

When Hiori got his Blue Lock letter, you read it over his shoulder, eyes widening.

"Oh! This is amazing! You have to—"

"I’m not going."

You gawked at him. "Why not?! You’re good, Hiori! This is huge!"

He shook his head. "I’m not that good. Not good enough."

It was frustrating—no one knew this side of him. No one but you. If anyone else saw this Hiori—the one who doubted himself, the one who picked himself apart daily—they wouldn’t believe it. But you knew him.

"Stop trying to hide. It’s annoying." You huffed, lightly hitting his arm. "Who cares if this fake version of you isn’t good? I know you—you can do this."

His face hardened. "You don’t get it. You’ve never had to hide how awful you are."

The words stabbed you. Sure, you were harsh, but you didn’t hide it.

"No one expects everything from you. I can’t go there and prove I’m not who they want me to be."

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you.

"Please… Yo. Think about it. I know you. I know you want to do this."

You kissed him. Somehow, you ended up flat on his bed, staring up at him.

"What if I don’t make it?"

"Then I’ll be here. Waiting for you."

He left a week later.

(You shoved him onto that train yourself when he tried to run.)

You waited.

And when the U-20 match finally arrived, you were there.

You watched from the stands, gripping the railing, heart pounding. And when they won—when Hiori won—you didn’t even think.

You ran.

You vaulted the barrier, sprinting onto the field before security could stop you. Hiori turned just in time for you to jump on him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist.

"See? I told you!" You grinned, pressing a hard, breathless kiss to his lips.

His hands steadied you, holding you up with ease. And when he pulled back, you saw it.

A real smile. Not the one he gave everyone else.

Just for you.

"Thank you," he said, voice quiet beneath the roar of the crowd. "For everything."

And maybe, just maybe, the world would see this Hiori Yo one day. But for now, only you knew who he truly was.

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[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

omggggg Ford joining a parenting group (that's basically all women aside from him) because he wants to be the best dad for Stan. I hadn't even thought of that. But he would though. Being a single parent is HARD, he needs all the help he can get.

Which brings me to one of the things I didn't mention in the other post cuz it was already getting so long, but like, as the years go on, Stan's gonna have questions about his mother. I think any child in his situation would wonder the same thing. And even if he's still too young at this point to understand the specifics of where babies come from, he's probably aware that it takes two to tango. Surely he has a biological mother, right? Like, how could he exist without one? But Dad never talks about her, doesn't have any pictures of her, doesn't wear a wedding ring. Something weird is going on

And Ford tries to come up with believable stories to tell Stan but we all know he's a terrible liar. The only reason he's able to keep Stan's real origins a secret is because "hey dad, are you actually my twin brother?" is a question Stanley would never think to ask. but he WOULD think to ask about his mom, and it still catches Ford off-guard every time and he never has a good answer ready.

At one point he considers telling Stan what is technically the truth and saying his mother was a woman named Caryn, until Ford realizes that would put himself in sort of an Oedipus situation and it makes him sick to his stomach. So he thinks up a generic female name (a name that Ford isn't able to keep consistent, Stan notices) and comes up with stories that also don't stay consistent. "She died when you were a baby," "she broke up with me and didn't want to raise you and just left us," "I grew you in my lab" (that last one Ford says half-jokingly, though he realizes in hindsight that it might be the lie he's best able to maintain out of the lot)

And this creates some tension in their relationship as Stanley gets older, the fact that Ford is definitely hiding secrets. But then there's the undeniable fact that Ford still loves him, and that breeds some cognitive dissonance. I'm thinking it plays out a bit like the scene from NWHS where the mystery twins are down in the lab and they have every reason at this point to believe that Stan is a villain, but Mabel points out that photo of her and Dipper and says "but he still loves us". It's a bit like that. Except that the vilification of Stan's parent figure happens much more gradually (as opposed to the mystery twins finding all that incriminating shit about stan over the course of one day lol)

BUT ANYWAY I can't see that causing real tension between them until Stan is like 15 or so. Let's go back to him being younger

YES I was also thinking about Ford working to make sure Stanley's needs are met in school. and ok yeah this version of Stan still isn't a straight-A student, more like a straight-C student, but he still does a lot better than the Stan that Ford grew up with because who'da thunk it, kids perform better in school when they're actually given some encouragement now and then instead of being constantly told that they're a good-for-nothing idiot. I'm picturing Stan coming home from school all excited to show Ford the B- that he worked so hard to get and Ford picks him up and hugs him and ajsdklfjsdkl

and YES the love of sailing. the first time Stan mentions, even in passing, how cool it would be to sail around the world on a boat, Ford has to turn his face away and mutters something about allergy season.

And I hadn't even thought about Ford low-key spoiling Stan but it makes sense, having grown up with such a stingy father himself. I might have to disagree with you on the shark thing though. Like I said I picture this Ford being maybe a biiiiit overprotective. Think Marlin from Finding Nemo. No matter how much you try to convince him that the shark thing is safe, and no matter how much his logic-based brain wants to believe you, you know how parents are with their worrying. No way Ford's letting his child swim with sharks

And that becomes another point of tension as Stan gets older. Ford turns into a bit of a helicopter parent. And while this version of Stan actually makes friends with some kids from school, he has a hard time hanging out with his friends and just being a kid without Ford trying to involve himself somehow. And as much as Stan loves Ford, he does find it a bit stifling. One might even say... suffocating (my, how the tables have turned)

On a lighter note, imagine Ford trying so hard to butt in on Stan's circle of friends that he tries pulling the "cool dad" routine (much to hilarious failure). Imagine Stan hanging out with some friends after school and Dr. Pines comes rolling up on a skateboard (while wearing a helmet and elbow and knee pads, of course, gotta set a good example) and is so distracted trying to correctly use kid slang in a sentence that he ends up falling off a curb wrong and eating shit on the asphalt.

Dr. Pines (if you call him "Mr", Stan will correct you and brag about his dad's 12 PhDs) ends up being a bit more well-known among the student body than most other kids' parents, if only because of his embarrassing attempts to worm his way into Stan's life. And, ok, for that you can call Ford a dork, or a weirdo, but you better not call him a freak, and don't you DARE make fun of his fingers. Stanley will throw hands

Ford gets a call from Stan's school one day informing him that Stan got in trouble for fighting, apparently even gave another kid a black eye, and Ford is shocked and disappointed at this news. But when he learns that what instigated this fight was the same sort of "six-fingered freak" comments that followed him through childhood... Well, he's not sure what he feels anymore. Proud? He probably shouldn't be proud that his son is picking fights, even if it's on his behalf. Logically he knows that he shouldn't encourage this behavior and that he'll have to discipline Stanley somehow, but... goddammit, it really is the same Stan who constantly placed himself between Ford and their childhood bullies. How can he scold him for that?

(I should probably start putting these under a read more if I'm gonna have this much to say each time ^^')

Stanley has an important role in the grand scheme of things, specifically saving the universe. His role is so crucial that if anything were to happen to him it could lead to not only the destruction of his universe, but also lead the destruction of others. So what would happen if Ford had lost Stanley somewhere during the ten years they spent apart, only for Ford to be met face to face with the time police and what appears to be 2 years old Stanley.

His ears feel muffled as he’s handed the toddler.

Death by asphyxiation

Trunk of the car

Far too late

Paradox

The child’s timeline was already gone

The fate of the universe

His hands

The baby coos in his arms babbling as he grabs Ford’s pinky.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Okay obviously I love yan bill but think about bill with a reader who's obsessed with him like. Absolutely pathetic for him, would do anything for him like a sad little stray puppy and he knows it. Like obviously he would be a little creeped out but like at the same time he could take advantage of that and it would feed his ego so good

I Can’t Care About Anything But You

Summary: Bill Dickey x Loser! Reader

TW/CW: Manipulation, toxic relationship, co dependency

A/N: Anon…are you my lost twin?/POS

Reblogs are appreciated!

* And Bill thought he was pathetic

* It’s strange how you’re always near him whenever possible. From the cafeteria, to his classes, to even his locker. You keep giving him this lovesick expression and act so embarrassed when he even acknowledges your existence

* He complains about this to the club, and the rest of the members are thinking “Business opportunity”

* Cause let’s be honest; a person who’s THIS obsessed with Bill must mean they’re also willing to do anything for the club, right?

* Bill’s scoffs at them (“Like I want a creepy stalker”) and avoids you like the plague. Changing his route, sitting as far away from you as possible, openly complaining about you to the club

* Doesn’t work cause you were smitten the moment you laid eyes on him

* It isn’t until you hear Bill complain about an “online bully” that you decide to take action

* You spent nights figuring out who this online bully was, and even found some personal information about that

* One folder containing 5 pages of their identity later…”Maybe you aren’t so bad”

* Bill’s not the PDA type of guy, but secretly loves quality time.

* He’ll take you to his basement when there’s no club meeting and make you watch an old Superman episode while he rants about why this Superman was better than that Superman (you, of course, get giddy over this)

* Absolutely brags to you to the club. They’re pissed (like they didn’t set Bill up) and are tired of hearing about him and you

* You can’t stop talking about him to your friends, and they’re really concern that Bill’s taking advantage of you

* And he is. You’re his ego boost. Every time he needs to complain about the club members, you’re right there, eagerly awaiting him

* If he needs a rare collectible, you’re armoring up and ready to beat a little kid who DARED steal from Bill (you’ve gotten in trouble for that)

* Fuck, he probably doesn’t even spend a lot on gifts, considering you get excited when he buys you a gift card or something

* However, despite all of this, a part of me thinks he does care for you (as much as he allows himself to)

* He’ll remember your birthday and anniversaries and would try to put some effort into his gifts eventually

* It’s nice to have someone he can talk to that won’t immediately judge him.

* Your public affections can get annoying to him, but the way his face goes red and his eyes having a twinkle in them, he’s eating this up so much

* If he really liked you, I can honestly see him pushing you to be more confident in yourself and actually stand up to people (read: yelling at them and insulting them)

* This relationship would honestly not last long. Especially considering this is Bill we’re talking about, he’ll probably dump you the moment your usefulness have drained up

* However, if you managed to get past that, there are two options for this relationship

* If you stay the same pathetic puppy like now, Bill would absolutely thrive off of it.

* Especially considering he feels like a failure (he would never admit to it, though), it’s nice to know someone’s whose in his corner

* He will still manipulate you to do his bidding, though, and you, of course, do it because you’re that in love with him and will forever want his approval

* If you gained some confidence in yourself, it may heal him

* Just give him the whole shebang and he’ll realize he has to straighten up

* Bill honestly needs some direction in his life, and would appreciate (secretly) some direction in his life

* Good luck out there, solider

[mullermilkshake]

Stinging nettles.

Toji plays a game with you.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non con,Forced,Forced oral sex,Knife play,Spitting,Hunting you,Confirmed Toji is a panty sniffer. (This should be cannon :)),Graze, cuts, injury,Hair pulling,Degradation,Stalking

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“Now. If I take the gag out, you aren't gonna scream, are you?”

Shaking your head didn't seem to please him. 

“Make me at least believe it. This is just pathetic.”

You shook even more, like your head would unscrew if you kept up. But the display of effort earned you a slow forming smile and tilted head in return. 

“Good girl.” 

He ran his fingers through a loose strand of hair. The material of your own panties dried your tongue like sand, soaking up any moisture left, damped by your tears. Pulling them out, he held them to his nose, taking the cloth in like an inhaler. A groan escaped him, a sigh of an addict. He tucked them back in his pocket.

He had a knife slung across his shoulder. A knife that had no business being that long, but was no less terrifying, sitting there in two parts. The negative space in between was where he placed your throat once he’d taken you.

“I think we should play a game.” 

He stood up, the leaves of the forest crunching under his shoes, belittling you. Haunting you. Even the crows in the trees were laughing. “Poor little you. Can't do anything without crying. That’s why he chose you.”

“You were quite adept in avoiding me for a while. I wanna see how well you can actually do it with your life on the line.”

My life?

The rope binds came loose, blood flow returning to your arms with pins and needles made you tremble. He even freed your legs, pulling the cable ties and cutting them away. You weren't sure whether this was another trap like last time. He toyed with you, making the world seem brighter by letting you go, letting you run for home.

But this was where you ended up. In the forest, in broad daylight, hoping, praying for a passer by to find you. Not that they would be able to fight him off, but the sentiment kept your will stronger than it should have been.

“How about…” He crouched down in front of you, his fist firmly planted on his knife. “You run, and if you win, I’ll let you go.”

He’d never just let you go. Would he?

“W-what- what would happen if I lose?”

“Sweetheart.” Scooping up the loose hair, he tucked behind your ear so lovingly. “You don't want to know what I’ll do with you if you lose. But I'm counting on it, so try your best and fight back.”

It could have been the cold, but you believed in that moment, when goosebumps raided your entire body with a shiver, that it was his words that did it instead. His eyes, body language all pointed to his seriousness, and his smile showed he was going to enjoy it too. 

 He’s going to skin me, isn't he?

“Get up then, go on.” He stood back for a moment and paused. He understood. “Here, let me help you. The feeling probably still hasn't returned yet, right?”

In any other situation, someone might have thought he was a concerned lover, caring for his wife, like he actually cared for you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t have taken you the first time if he did. Maybe like a fucking human being he could have asked you out at one point. 

The person you were then, probably would have said yes too.

“There we go. All better now.” 

To be honest, you looked like you’d been dragged through a bush backwards, hair matted, dress crumbled full of dirt. He must have seen that because he straightened out your dress like it meant something. 

He paused and glared at you up and down. “Don’t look at me like that. All doe eyed. Some people will actually think you’re trying to turn me on.”

It was just a look. Nothing more. Perhaps more so terrified of the man, than his delusion of seduction. You just didn’t want to die and he wanted to play a game. A man you tried so hard to stay away from, and he found you all away across the continent.

He left you bare foot, quivering in the autumn breeze, circling you in a way he’d devour you. “I’ll give you…” He stopped for a moment in contemplation before continuing. “An hour head start?”

The knife made a horrifying cling as it scraped a rock nearby. A knife he would skewer you on. An hour. Where could you get in an hour? You had no idea how big the forest was, nor where you even were. But how would you fair with no shoes on?

He whistled and sang his words. “You better run.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You took off, the rough, coarse dirt already burning the soles of your feet. Your misty breath filled your vision as you climbed over a fallen tree, laying in your path to graze your bare thighs. 

“Shit!” You tried your best to keep quiet, but the burn singed, it was dry and grazed your inner thigh, so close to your exposed sensitive area.

You wished that psycho hadn’t of taken your underwear. 

You scrambled off of the ground because you landed with a hollow thump, your bare foot almost caught itself in the exposed tree roots, cutting your hand up in the process. It stung, it really fucking stung, but the pain, you know would worsen if Toji got a hold of you. 

You never saw if he had a temper, but you didnt need to, he was fucked up enough on a good day. For a moment you thought about giving up, letting him take you home and do whatever he wanted to do, it would take less energy that way.

How the fuck do I get out of here?

Parts of the forest looked the same, it was a big bowl of trees, hills here, hills there, one big rock, another big rock, a stupid rope swing, a drizzle of water flowing downhill. It all looked the fucking same, what were you going to do?

Then, your foot slipped, sending you rolling down the incline you had just climbed. Rocks, sticks, tree roots, they all cut into you, scraped or dinged you on the way down, the spinning ground was a blur visually disturbing how it was going so quick. All you could do was protect your head until you stopped. 

And then you were dizzy, the world spun so much, you didn’t notice the large wolf sneaking up behind you, you just fell over. The growl clued you in on the situation, it was fucking huge, low to the ground with its teeth showing aggression. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, stepping back slowly, but there was nothing you could do. “Good dog.” 

Like that was going to make the thing sit and wait for a stick. 

Your only option was to close your eyes and wait, maybe it was better this way, then you wouldn't have to deal with Toji anymore. That would be nice. You didn't even know where you were, it’s not like anyone was going to be able to find you in this maze.   

So you closed your eyes and sat down in a ball, and waited.

There was a cut, a whine and a slice. The thud made you look up, the wolf was dead, beheaded where it stood and Toji put his foot on top of it like a superhero. But he wasn't your superhero, he was your villain.

“If I weren't here, you would have died. Can’t have that.” He noticed your lost expression and it made him chuckle. “I lied. I couldn’t wait an hour. You’re so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die.”

You lost. No, no you didn't lose, he cheated. You got up and gripped at the loose dirt to get away, but you didn't get far, his hand was already gripped tight in your hair, pulling back to hold you where he wanted you. 

“Where are you going? I found you, remember?” He tugged so hard, it sent you crashing to the floor in a heap, he never let go of your hair.

You tried your hardest to claw at his hands, maybe that could have made him drop you, but his grip was like a machine, it didnt react to the hurt you were giving it. 

“Now what should I get because I won? Your legs are pretty beat up, so I guess I can’t fuck you.” He studied you, undressed you. “I know, your pretty, little mouth is working just fine. I heard you moaning when you hurt yourself, shall we put it to good use?” 

Toji pulled you up so you were in your knees, his fingers still wedged in the curls of your hair, your scalped burned like he could scalp you at any moment. 

You were so close to his crotch and you watched his free hand unzip his pants, the outline of his hardness came through as he exposed his boxers. Toji pulled out your underwear from his pocket and took a whiff again. 

“Shit, I can still smell you. As soon as your legs are better, I’m going to destroy you. I’ve always wanted to.” 

He fished out his throbbing member from his boxers and wrapped your panties around the base, like a fabric cock ring. It twitched and looked at you, pre come already dribbling out of the tip. 

Seeing you like this had already turned him on so much, it was so fucked, so absolutely fucked. 

“Toji I-“ 

You didn’t get to finish your plea, he grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open. “Open wide baby, I’ve got a present for ya.” 

He spat into your open mouth, the warm spit landed on your tongue, going cold instantly, like the weather, with your knees on the damp soil. It was disgusting, but he didn’t even give you that to think about before he held you there, pushing the tip of his length past your lips. 

“You’re going to suck me good and dry. I earned this because I won our game. You look so pretty on your knees for me, your eye makeup is all smudged.”

You couldn’t respond, by now he had pushed as much as he could inside, the tip pushed the back of your throat like it would tear a hole in it, he grabbed the back of your head and held you there, twitching away inside you. 

“Look at you taking all of me, I thought I might need to use my knife to get you to behave, but you learn quickly, you’re so obedient.” He grunted as he pulled out slowly. “I bet if I sat you on my cock right now, you’d bounce on it without me even asking.”

“Keep your eyes open.” There was frustration in his voice as he struggled to speak, he started to thrust your mouth. “Watch me, I want to see those glossy eyes tear up when you gag.” 

Making eye contact with his was hard, much harder than what was in your mouth, it made you angry, you wished that fucking wolf had eaten you, that Toji had left you to die. The bastard didn’t deserve anyone in his sad little life even though he was taking it. 

He noticed your mood change eerily fast. “Don’t frown at me, are you getting stroppy because I’m not doing what you want? I’m sorry baby, but I’m not paying you attention because you lost, we had a deal.” 

He picked up the pace, pumping himself into your mouth, making you gag and retch, he kept going, moaning away and cursing under his breath. It made your eyes water, the motion causing sloppy squelching loud enough over the breeze through the trees. 

You were basically his fuck toy now. And he knew that.

“I could fuck you anywhere I want and you’d do as you were told, wouldn’t you? Shit, now I know why guys get married-we should get married- ah fuck that’s good.”

He face fucked you, giving you no room to move or breath, you tried your best to steady yourself, but he was thrusting himself like a machine, the raw strength he had, there wasn’t a thing you could do.

“Yeah, you’d look so good in white, walking down the aisle or somethin’. And I could take you infront of everyone to show them whose name you took.” 

He cursed under his breath, you only hoped he was close so this could be done. And he confirmed that the grip on you was so tight, his nails dug in and stung. 

“I’m close, baby, you ready to take this? Because it’s all for you- just for you because you’re perfect- this is gonna be a big one.”

In another world, you would have said his moans were angelic, so soft they were almost unnatural. But looking up at the man with his cock rammed down your throat, ejaculating so much it was choking you, it made it sound so disgusting. 

“Oh fuck- holy shit!-“ He jerked and jutted, coming off of his orgasm. “You take that so well. I’m surprised actually. I thought you would at least try and spit.” He pulled out and kneeled down to you. “At least it’s one thing you didn’t give up on.” 

He pocketed the panties again, but not before he inhaled them one last time, and the peck on the lips he gave you was soft, firm and maybe even loving, but you knew it wasn’t, it was a cruel joke that you would endure for god knows how long, until you had another chance to get away.

You didn’t know if you would get another chance again, but there was hope. 

The bastard even took you hand in his. “I’m done with this game already. Come on. Let’s get you home, you must be freezing.”  

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[demigodsanswer]

A birthday fic for @darkmagyk. It was supposed to be silly goofy, and it turned out lightly angsty. So it goes when you're trying to write about Fred Chase's B+ parenting.

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Fred had it on good authority that it was normal to struggle to imagine your children as anything other than your little babies who needed your protection. His wife felt that way about their boys, and plenty of co-workers with children confirmed that, even when they were adults, you still look at your child as, well, you child. 

With the boys, it felt like a normal amount of parental concern and struggle. They were eleven. Old enough to stay home alone sometimes, old enough to have cell phones, and that sort of thing, but he still felt nervous about all of that. What if unrestricted phone use sent them down an alt-right pipeline? What if the house caught fire while he wasn’t there? 

Normal parenting things. 

Annabeth though… 

Intellectually he knew that somehow eighteen years had passed since her arrival (birth?), but in his mind she was still seven -- that scared, smart, sweet little girl. He’d seen her plenty in the last few years, sure, he knew she had grown up, but she … she was still so little when he thought about her. He seemed more worried about her now than when she was actually that small. He looked at her now, taking her duffle bag out of her boyfriend’s car for the long-weekend stay for Thanksgiving, and it didn’t matter that she was eighteen. You need to protect her, some part of his brain said. It never used to say that. When he had her the first time, that voice was so absent. She is a blessing. That was why Athena had left her, after all. A gift. 

Fred gave her a big hug, surprised all over again to discover she was about as tall as him. He glanced down to see if she was in heels, but she wasn’t. Percy only cleared her height by a few inches. 

He always liked Percy. He seemed like a good, responsible boy. And he seemed to not just understand, but really love Annabeth’s idiosyncrasies. 

The boy knew his architecture facts.

Fred led them inside and upstairs. “Here’s Annabeth’s room,” he said to Percy. 

When they bought the house, Fred insisted on a place that had a room for Annabeth too. She’d only stayed in it a handful of times, and anything that belonged to her were from those bygone days. Before the spiders. Little trophies, chapter books, her American Girl Dolls, photos of the two of them … things he took with him from Virginia for her. 

“Percy, your room is down here,” Fred said, starting that way, with Percy behind him. 

“Can we not share a room?” Annabeth asked from down the hall. 

Percy blushed, and Fred couldn’t figure out why. Fred shrugged. He didn’t have an issue with them sharing. But the bed in her room was a twin. It wouldn’t be comfortable for the two of them. And anyway, they probably wouldn’t spend much time upstairs. Why would they want to -- 

Annabeth smiled at him, discomfort obvious on her face even if they wouldn’t look each other in the eye. 

Right, he reminded himself. She’s not seven. 

“Um,” Fred said. “Sure, that’s fine.” 

“It’s really not a big --” Percy started, looking at him and then Annabeth. 

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s just,” Fred tried to gather his thoughts enough to suggest they stay in the guest room since it had the bigger bed. But his eyes fixed on Annabeth  again. She was grown up. Really, really grown up. And he hadn’t done anything to prepare her for -- oh gods, was she being safe? She must be. She’s smart enough to -- oh but who knows what they taught her at that camp -- “are you on birth control?” 

“Daddy!” Annabeth yelped. He could hear Percy stepping back away from him, as if he meant to flee. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Fred said, rubbing the bridge of his nose and surely getting finger smudges on the lenses of his glasses. “I mean, you should both take the guest room. The bed is bigger.” 

“Thanks,” Annabeth said, obviously angry with him. She stomped down the hall, grabbing Percy’s arm and taking him with her as she did. 

He never could seem to get things right with her. 

~

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Fred said. The boys had gone to bed, as had his wife. It was just him and her. Well, Percy was there, but the first twenty minutes of Fellowship of the Ring had knocked him out cold. 

Annabeth shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for getting angry. I was just embarrassed is all.” 

 “I understand,” he promised. 

They kept their eyes fixed on the TV as she said: “I am, though. I mean, we’re being safe, don’t worry. No grandkids anytime soon.” 

“Unless you think them into existence,” Fred said. 

Annabeth laughed, a clear, beautiful laugh. He tried to remember if he’d ever heard it before. 

“I probably would have done that by now if I could do that,” Annabeth confessed. He finally looked at her then, but then she was looking at her sleeping boyfriend, curled up on the love seat. 

“He’s a nice boy,” Fred said. 

“Yeah, he’s the best,” Annabeth agreed. 

“You two have something special,” Fred said. 

Annabeth made an mmhum noise, and went back to watching the movie. 

He remembered watching these with her when she was so little. Eighteen now. As tall as him. Smarter than him probably. She had a scar on her shoulder. He’d never asked where she’d gotten it. He hoped she wasn’t too young. But anything that had happened to her had happened too young, he supposed. That must have been his fault. 

“Did you have to figure all of that … birth control stuff out on your own?” He asked, not sure how to ask about the rest of her life, all the parts he should have done but was absent from. 

“Oh, um,” her ears were red, and he regretted asking a bit. “Sally, Percy’s mom, helped. She did the whole talk thing, and then helped me get on it a while ago.” 

“A while?” Fred asked before he could help himself. 

Annabeth buried her face in a pillow. “Not like years,” she promised. “It was precautionary,” she mumbled. Oh, he thought, so they haven’t … He understood that some people enjoyed sex, he’d just never been one of them. It made sense that his girl, who got his hair, his height, his nose, had also gotten that. He hoped Percy was kind about it. 

“Oh, okay,” Fred said. “Are you two just big cuddlers, then?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Annabeth looked at him confused, before going red again. All she said was: “Yeah, sure,” and it sounded like a half-truth. 

Was. He realized. Was precautionary.

“You know you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,” Fred told her. 

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do!” She said back, her voice raising enough that Percy snored next to them. 

“You’re angry again,” Fred observed. 

“I’m embarrassed again. Gods, can we just talk about literally anything else?” Annabeth begged. 

“Sure,” Fred said, turning back to the movie. “Is Strider still your favorite? I remember what a crush you had on him when you were --” Her face was still red, and he followed her eyes to her sleeping boyfriend, and Fred realized this was not all that different actually. 

Annabeth curled her legs up to her chest, holding on tight to a pillow and said, “Yeah, I still like Aragorn.” And then: “They asked Percy to be a god once.” Fred looked at her, and found her eyes looking back. “I wasn’t the only reason he said no, but I was part of it.” 

“Ah,” Fred said, “so you’re Strider?” 

Annabeth laughed again. “Yeah, yeah, I think I am.” 

“Well, good, I’m glad you have someone who …” he searched for the right words for a moment, “who knows what a blessing you are.” 

Annabeth scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, the way she did when she was little. He pulled her in close. 

[hxney-lemcn]

Idiots & Injuries — dark! Link x gn! reader

summary: you find yourself being an idiot and taking care of the same person who had attacked you not so long ago, but sometimes bonds are forged in the strangest of circumstances.

tw: blood, detailed descriptions of getting injured, fixing them, and healing process, lots of blood

a/n: I FINALLY THOUGHT OF SOMETHING!!! Not to mention this has been my best work in months 😭 I hope people actually read this 💔

wc: 4.8k

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“Beautiful.”

Those words slipped out as a sword pierced your side, causing you to let out a gasp. Your wound felt like it was on fire and you collapsed unceremoniously on the ground, the grass trying its hardest to cushion your fall. You pressed your hand to your side, a sticky red substance coating your fingers, but you knew you had to keep putting pressure to stop the bleeding. The entire time you couldn’t take your eyes off the person who stabbed you, his crimson eyes that glowed in the dark were wide with surprise. 

Your words had caught him off guard, the awe in your eyes made his hands waver. His killing blow had turned into a wound that would kill you if left unattended. It was a mistake he had never made before, he felt like he was being dissected under your gaze, but not like how he was used to. Normally he was met with harsh glares from beings of light and darkness alike, most of fear, sometimes jealousy, sometimes disgust. Never…he had never seen that look on your face directed towards him before. It made him feel…he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand what this strange feeling was. 

The sounds of footsteps along with someone calling your name rang out through the silence. They sounded worried, rushed footfalls rapidly approaching. You finally pulled your eyes away from the shadow-like man, glancing towards the voice of your neighbor, Tobo. You must’ve screamed upon impact. You felt so out of it, not only was it the dead of night, but you had seemed to become entranced with the man who looked like no one else you had ever met, not to mention your hands started to feel cold…how much blood have you lost?

“Dear Hylia, what happened?” They gasped, rushing over to your crumpled form, red coloring the grass under you. You opened your mouth to respond, unsure how to even explain the odd circumstance that led you to this moment. Your eyes drifted back to where you had last seen the entity, but he had disappeared, just like a shadow.

…

The whole night seemed like a fever dream, the only thing reminding you that it was real was the bandaged wound on your side that would pulse with pain if you overexerted yourself too much. Which was hard not to do when you had to take care of your cuccos. Of course your kind neighbors had offered to help, and you did have to begrudgingly accept for the first few days as you could barely stand up without your body lighting on fire. But once you were able to stand and eventually lift things again you were trying your hardest to get back to work. 

It didn’t help that your mind kept wandering to the handsome stranger that had tried to take your life. Were you insane for finding your attacker attractive? Probably. You couldn’t help the awe that filled you every time you thought of him, his eyes glowed! Ash grey hair had framed his dark colored skin. Deep, deep down you found yourself wanting to meet again, even if you knew it would be your downfall. 

It had been a couple weeks, the skin on your wound had begun to scab, the sign of a healthy healing process. The moon was merely a sliver in the sky that night, the stew you were cooking nearly done. The hearth warmed your small home, the cucco’s silent as they slept in their coop. It was a night just like any other. That comfort was your downfall. 

THUD

Your heart jumped up to your throat, blood thrumming through your veins. Your eyes watched the door wearily, frozen in place from fear. Last time you heard something startle your cucco’s was when you had ran into the beautiful man, your wound throbbed at the thought of getting hurt once more. Rapid knocking sounded from your door, adrenaline flowing through you. You stood up from your wooden chair, legs shaking slightly. The knocking sounded urgent. You took a step forward. But what if it was a ploy? Hesitantly you made your way to your window, pushing the curtain to the side just enough to take a peak at who could be knocking so vehemently. 

Your world froze. A dark heap laid at your door, dark red eyes scrunched in what seemed to be pain, white teeth held in a snarl, his fist that was covered in a dark gauntlet was pressed against the dark oak door. Your breath hitched. It was him. He was back. He looked hurt. Why was he here? Your brain went into overdrive as you yanked the door open without second thought. Were you being stupid? Yes. This man had hurt you, he had intended to kill you, what was to say he wasn’t here to finish the job? But another part of you tugged at your heart strings, he looked like he was in pain, why would he be at your door if he had nowhere else to go? 

He raised his head quickly, glaring at you like you had personally done this to him. His clothes were torn, his hair was a mess, dark purple splotches coated his skin (so dark it almost blended in).

“Can you stand?” You whispered, kneeling down to his level. A low growl left his throat leaving your nerves alight. Everything in your being was telling you to run, to close the door and be done with this whole thing, but you were stubborn for better or worse. “Do you want my help or did you just come here for me to watch you die?” That seemed to shut him up, grasping your doorway to try and pull himself up. You stood up with him, hands hovering beside him in case he took a tumble, leading him over to the chair you were just occupying. Your eyes swept across the dark village before you closed the door, making sure no one had come out to check the racket. 

You quickly got to busying yourself. After your serious injury you kept a small box of medical supplies, many thanks to Tobo who basically forced you to take the items. You placed the box next to the chair, rushing over to your boiling stew and taking it off the hearth, grabbing another kettle and pouring water, some salt, and vinegar into it. Once that was on its way to boil, you rushed back over to the wounded man that watched you with hawk-like eyes. 

“You have to take off clothes in all the areas you’re badly wounded,” You spoke up again, rummaging through the box and taking out the bandages and stitching supplies just in case. 

“Why are you helping me?” He asked, voice gravelly. It was the first time you heard him speak, his throat sounds scratchy with pain, his tone a low rumble. You did your best to ignore the way it sent a shiver down your spine. 

“I’m not gonna let someone bleed to death on my doorstep,” You snapped. “Do you know how much of a mess that would be?” It wasn’t the full truth. You weren’t sure why you were helping him, he had tried to kill you not too long ago after all, but a part of what you said was the truth. The thought of having a dead body at your doorstep and having to explain to the villagers who he was seemed like a headache. 

The shadowy figure stayed silent after that, his face showing that he didn’t fully trust you, but knowing he didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. You turned back to the kettle, watching as small bubbles slowly pooled at the bottom. Can’t it boil already? This was a dire situation after all. The shuffling of clothing and pained groans came from behind you, with a small glance to try and assess the situation when you felt your stomach drop. You weren’t sure how he hadn’t dropped dead already. Cuts littered his dark skin, dark purple liquid flowing from the deeper ones. It was clear to you he wasn’t hylian, you knew on the night of your meeting. If his bright red eyes weren't a dead give away, then the dark purple substance that seemed to be his blood was more than enough evidence.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as the water finally started to bubble. Taking the kettle off the hearth, you carried it with you, grabbing a clean rag on the way. 

“I’m going to clean your wounds first,” You explained, dipping the rag carefully in the hot mixture of water and vinegar. “This is going to hurt a lot.” He merely let out a short ‘tsk’, fists clenching in preparation. You wiped his bloodied skin, your white rag quickly matching the dark purple of his blood. It was a quick process. Dunk the rag in the mixture, wipe at a wound, and repeat until his skin was as clean as you could get it. You were impressed at how he didn’t let out a grunt of pain throughout the process, you had been howling like a wounded pup when your neighbor cleaned your wound, the phantom sense of the stinging pain made you wince. 

You let out a sigh, threading your bone needle with catgut suture you had left over. “A few of these need to be closed,” You murmured, seems to be at least two wounds that were particularly deep. “This is going to hurt even worse than the cleaning.”

“Just get it over with,” He snapped. You both glared at the other for a few seconds before you shook your head. He stabs you, leaves you to die, then comes stumbling to you on death's door and he has the gall to tell you to hurry up? You were no doctor, what was he expecting? With a roll of your eyes you lift the needle to his skin, purple blood still slowly oozing from it, you hesitated. Your stomach squirmed at the sight, bile threatening to rise up your throat. You couldn’t even look at your own wound, the blood and flesh and-

No, you need to steel yourself. This was not the time for you to falter. Biting your cheek, you willed your hand to stop shaking, taking a deep breath and pushing the needle through his skin. The squealshing of flesh made you even more queasy, but you pushed through figuratively and literally. It seemed this time he couldn’t hold back his pained grunt, muscles pulled taut as he gripped the armrests. You went as quickly as you could, but slow enough to ensure the best suture. You nearly cried when you realized you’d have to do this again. Thankfully, the wound you did stitch seemed to have stopped bleeding. Dipping your hands in the cleaner mixture, blood now added to the concoction. With a deep breath, rethreading the needle, you got to work once more. This time it went faster, the motions becoming just the slightest bit easier. The queasiness refused to go away when you were done, taking out the last of your bandages and nearly wrapping his entire torso with it. 

“Are there any more injuries anywhere else?” You asked, voice sounding exhausted, hands finally able to tremble without consequence. 

“No,” He shook his head, hair swaying gently with the movement. Now that you were able to look at his face, it seemed you weren’t the only one who needed a good night's rest. You washed your hands the best you could once more in the kettle before picking it up to dump behind your house. You watched the dark liquid trickle out, tainting the grass below. Setting it to the side to be washed another time, and exchanging it for the stew that had grown cold and placed it back onto the dying fire. 

You watched from the corner of your eye as the entity winced while leaning down to grab his bloodied and torn tunic. Sighing through your nose, you walked back over, yanking the dirty clothes from his hands. His glare sharped on you as you tossed the clothes into your dirty laundry basket, opened your dresser that sat in the corner and found a clean undershirt that would fit him. You handed him the shirt, raising an eyebrow at his reluctance. 

“You shouldn’t put those gross clothes back on,” You grumbled, tossing the shirt at his head when he refused to take it. “Do you want all my work to be for nothing? Besides, it's not like you can leave like that.”

That was how you got stuck with a shadow entity whose name was Knil. He didn’t talk much, if at all, and you had deemed him bedridden until his injuries healed enough to not reopen them or undo your stitches. Were you a hypocrite? Maybe, but it seemed that this was your punishment for being such a thorn in Tobo’s side when they tried to take care of you.

“Sit back down,” You huffed, pushing Knil’s shoulders to get him to sit down on your bed. “Seriously, what do you even expect to do? You take one step out there in broad daylight and the villagers are going to call the royal guard.”

“I’m not some pet you can keep locked up,” He hissed back, glare darkening. 

A genuinely confused expression fell on your face, “What?” It slipped out without you even realizing. “Why in Hylia’s name would I keep you as a pet? No, if you move around too much you’re going to do more damage to yourself, in order to heal properly you need to rest.”

“Why the hell do you care?” 

You had no rebuttal and you were frustrated with this constant back and forth. This wasn’t the first time you had this argument and you doubt it would be the last. Instead you stomp over to where you kept his tunic and trousers that you had washed and sewn back together. Dropping the clothing on the nightstand next to Knil you snapped, “I don’t. If you wanna leave, give me back my clothes and do it at night when no one can see. Otherwise, under my roof you’ll follow my rules, and rule number one is don’t reopen wounds due to stupidity.”

You shook your head as you grabbed a bucket and stepped out. You needed a minute to cool off and you just happened to be out of water, so might as well grab a pale. A cool breeze brushed over your form, causing you to shiver slightly. In your anger you forgot to pull on a cloak. Hmph, just another small annoyance. Approaching the well, you put the bucket on the hook, turning the handle to lower it into the water below. You listened to the sound of chatter, animals, and footfalls surrounding you. You lived in a small village, everyone knew the other, helping out with chores when needed. It was a nice setting, but it put you all the more on edge when you were housing not only an enemy (you didn’t want to admit to yourself he was a monster just yet), but also the man who had attacked you. If the others found out they would surely send you to castle town hospital as well as kill Knil. 

With a sigh, you shook the depressing thoughts out of your head, turning the handle the opposite way to take back your bucket now filled with water. A small grunt left your lips as you used both hands to carry it. Even though your injury was nearly fully healed, the scabs finally started to naturally fall off, but your skin was still tender and over exerting yourself still made your side sting. Explotitives fell out of your mouth when you tripped over your feet, wincing at the searing pain that exploded for a second. You dropped the bucket on the ground to gain your bearings, you hated how weak you felt all due to a stupid stabbing. 

“Need some help?” Someone asked. Your eyebrows furrowed as you hadn’t heard that voice before. Looking up you were met with a stranger, deep blue eyes watched you in concern, blond haired splayed across tanned freckled skin. He looked oddly familiar for someone you never met. 

“Ah, no thanks,” You smiled politely. “Just getting over a stab wound, no biggie.” With that, you tried to pick up the bucket once more, only for brown leather gauntlets to grab the handle before you. A frown tugged on your lips, gaze lifting to meet the strangers once more, a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, but once more he got the first word in.

“I wouldn’t underestimate the severity of a stab wound,” The stranger replied, eyes flittering over your form. “Are you sure you should be moving so much?”

You waved your hand dismissively, starting the trek towards your house, it was clear he wasn’t going to let you carry the bucket now, “It’s almost fully healed now, I just need to regain my strength. It’s embarrassing to be a farmer and unable to even carry a damn bucket of water.”

“I’m sorry,” He frowned, following after you with relative ease. 

“No reason to apologize,” You sighed. “It’s not like you stabbed me.”

“Who did?” He asked. You side eyed the strangely familiar stranger, still not being able to place where you’ve seen his looks before. Of course he would ask, you just now noticed the sword strapped to his back and the chainmail armor that lay beneath his green tunic, he was probably a knight of some sort. Shit, you really didn’t need his attention near your house. 

“I don’t know,” The lie slipped seamlessly from your lips. You had been repeating it over and over again the past month. “It was dark and I could barely see a thing, something scared my cuccos, went to see what it was and the next second I found myself crumbled to the ground.”

The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed, expression looking troubled, “Has there been any other trouble around here?”

“No,” You shook your head, eyeing your door that came closer and closer to you both. You eyed your windows whose curtains blocked your view, but you managed to catch the split second of glowing red that disappeared after you made eye contact. “Thank you for carrying it this far, but I have it from here.”

“Are you sure-”

“Yes,” You nodded, carefully grabbing the bucket and opening the door as little as possible. “Thank you so much Mr!”

“Just call me Link,” The stranger smiled sheepishly. “Yes, well thank you, Link,” You smiled awkwardly, shuffling your way backwards into your house. It must’ve looked quite silly from the confused look on Link’s face, but you really didn’t want the door to swing open and show off the man who you surely shouldn’t be…

It was then that it clicked. You set the bucket next to the door, closing it softly, turning to face-

Your breath got knocked out of your lungs as you were violently pushed against your door, something cold pressed to your neck. You rapidly blinked your eyes, taking in the shadow that had you pressed against oak wood, something sharp pricked at your neck causing you to push further into the wood. 

“Wh-what…?” You breathlessly asked, heart beating rapidly. You were lulled into a false sense of safety due to the severity of his wounds it seems. He was still as dangerous as the day you met him.

“Why the hell is he here?” His tone took on something you hadn’t heard before, absolutely terrifying you. 

“Wh-who, Link? You stuttered, flinching when the blade was pressed a bit more into your neck. Wait, was that your kitchen knife? 

“He just helped me carry the water back,” You pleaded. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone’s eyes hold such venom before.

He scoffed, teeth bared in a snarl, “And I’m supposed to just believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” You groaned, you would’ve thunked your head back if you weren’t already pressed as far as you could get to the door. “If I was turning you in he’d already be in here kicking your sorry ass.” Perhaps you should’ve put on a filter when trying to calm down someone who was two seconds away from slitting your throat. A whimper unconsciously fell out when he dug the knife just a bit closer, you could feel a liquid fall down the column of your throat. 

“Fuck!” Knil snarled, pulling away and tossing your knife across the room. You took in a shaky breath, clutching at your throat, unknowingly smearing the blood. You watched with nervous eyes as he paced, hands pulling at his grey locks.

“I don’t think he knows you're here if that’s what you’re afraid of,” You sighed, finally pushing yourself away from the door. His bright eyes snapped to your own, his pacing faltering. “Seriously,” You continued, grabbing a clean rag and pressing it to the small cut. “He seemed genuinely surprised when I said I got stabbed and I told him I don’t know how I got hurt.”

“Why the hell would you tell him that?” 

“I don’t know,” You huffed, now trying to search for the discarded weapon. “I couldn’t carry a damned bucket of water, do you know how stupid I feel because of that?”

That seemed to shut him up, but you found yourself spilling more of your feelings, “And now I’m being threatened in my own goddess damned home.” You turned your eyes back to Knil once you tossed the knife onto a counter, eyes falling to a purple splotch on your white under shirt. “And now you’re bleeding, are you kidding me?”

Knil watched in surprise as you approached, he flinched back when you raised your hands, but instead of hitting him like he expected, you gently pushed him into a chair, lifting his shirt and undoing his bandages. This whole situation was so confusing to him. You confused him. He could barely remember dragging himself to your home half dead after his last encounter with Link. He couldn’t wrap his head around why you had helped him so easily, or what that look was that you aimed towards him more often than not. He couldn’t understand why you refused to let him go, why you didn’t force him out the second you finished fixing him up, why you hadn’t asked for something in return. Why didn’t you tell Link about him? Why did you stay quiet? Why weren’t you yelling and screaming at him for hurting you not once, but twice now?

The fire that burned within him at seeing you with Link by your side died down, turning to a gentle burn. Your hands, while not soft from your work, were gentle as you pressed a cloth down on his bleeding side. Your face was still contorted into an angry scowl, but you did not take your frustrations out on him…well not physically at least.

“Why in the world would you think I’d turn you in after taking care of you,” You continued to grumble under your breath. “Using my knife against me, the nerve.” He couldn’t help but feel foolish at your scolding, you had a point. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t understand that point that caused him to lose rationale, or it could be due to how inexplicably irate that stupid hero made him, most likely a mix of the two. 

“Why…” Knil scrunched his nose at how weak he sounded at that moment. “Why didn’t you turn me in?”

You paused your movements, meeting his eyes once more, “I should with all the trouble you cause me.” He tensed at your response, fight or flight taking over him. It was clear the difference of power he had over you-

“But because I’m an idiot I’m not gonna,” You shrugged, finally pulling away as the bleeding stopped. Knil’s eyebrows furrowed, you still haven’t answered his question. You bit your lip as you turned away, fidgeting with the dirty cloth, “Has anyone complimented you before?”

The question left his mind reeling, what did that have to do with anything? No one had, not until you did that fateful night. You had thrown him off balance, the warm look in your eyes as he went to uncaringly take your life. His silence seemed to answer your question and you continued. 

“Has anyone taken care of you before?” 

That one seemed to hit closer to him, Knil’s face becoming defensive. No. No one had until you. You could tell. It was why you tried to fight help as much as Knil did. You just simply weren’t used to it. It made you feel weak, useless, like a burden…

“That’s why I won’t turn you in,” You finished, placing all your dirty clothes and rags into the proper bin. “I think you deserve to be given some good that life has to offer.” You were such a confusing being of light…it made him curious to learn more. For once he wanted to do something that wasn’t pummeling that stupid hero into the ground. 

“But I hurt you,” Knil pointed out, eyes trailing to the dark red that started to cake up and dry on your throat. It seemed all your fussing on him had caused you to forget about yourself. A strange tug told him to take care of you in return. He quickly snuffed that thought out. 

“You did,” You affirmed, stretching your arms over your head and making some of your joints pop. “Do you regret it?”

Once again Knil found himself falling into silence. Was that what he felt when he first hurt you? Was that what he felt when you stared at him in fear when he broke your skin with the knife? Was that what he felt when his stomach churned as you cared for him even after all he did to you? Was that regret? Guilt? You had been churning up so many new feelings in him he had become overwhelmed. He didn’t know what he was feeling, he was born from evilness and anger, from resentment and hatred. He knew he hated Link, hated him for being what he wanted to be, for his existence creating him, for being seen as nothing but a shadow chained to take down the fated one. 

You…you didn’t look at him with hatred or anger, even as he split your side with his sword. There was a strange warmth to your eyes whenever you looked at him, your gentle touch left his stomach fluttering, even when you were frustrated with him your words were oddly…affectionate? Was that the word? It was something he had never experienced before. Even now, now that you knew whose shadow he belonged to, now that he had hurt you once more…

You held his cheek softly in the palm of your hand, he was cool to the touch but you didn’t mind, “You deserve a second chance, just don’t throw it away. I won’t put up with any more threats of violence or acts of harm.”

Knil felt his stomach churn at the thought of you tossing him out. Why did he care? He shouldn’t. He was supposed to leave the second his wounds healed up enough for him to be okay on his own, it had barely been a week since he stumbled into your house…why did he already feel so attached to you? The feeling of your thumb rubbing against his cheek caused his skin to feel like it was on fire. Who was he kidding? He already knew the answer, he just didn’t want to admit it. The thought scared him, he already was caged in a sense before, tied to the hero. He didn’t want to be caged in another way. He had seen what affection for someone can do, when he killed people, they would always plead for him to spare their loved ones, or the ones that couldn’t believe when the one they cared the most for would try and throw them under the carriage. It was a weakness, something someone could target to make him crumble, to put him back in a cage…

“Now that that’s over with,” You pulled away, crossing your arms and stepping back. “I suppose I need to wash another load of laundry.” 

If this was a cage, then why did he feel like he was being released?

[charrfie]

I recently had a clinical trial related dream and wanted to draw some moments from it. Below the read more I've included my dream journal entry of it and another bonus sketch!

The dream takes place after the events of the game itself, where angel and lee had been living together for roughly a year now. They settled into a schedule and were well accustomed to their daily rhythms. Angel, however, had used this time to start considering what they wanted to do with their life. Now that they weren't reliant on a paycheck to paycheck life, they could consider options and career paths that actually brought them joy, weren't detrimental to their health, and weren't too demanding of them. And so, for the first time in a long while, angel considered going back to college. Lee was quick to encourage them! They didn't know what they wanted to do quite yet aside from being in a creative field, so they planned to go in for general courses and eventually settle into a certain path. Unfortunately for lee, the college they would get into was states away (a couple days drive), and so he missed them terribly but still cheered them on in following their passions.

At first, they had some difficulty making friends. They weren't eager to open up and were afraid that if they did make friends there, they would eventually get burnt out from school a second time and leave them behind. Their favorite class in the first weeks turned out to be a film class! Their roommate also ended up in this same class, and so as luck would have it, they became fast friends despite angel's worries. She was a very adri-equivalent character.... though she WAS someone else in this dream. Unfortunately though, angel would also go on to make enemies with a girl in the same class that was incredibly rude to them for no reason, sabotaging them throughout the semester, tripping them, talking smack about them in front of their face, etc. Even going so far as to spread rumors about angel that almost got angel suspended from the school. It was probably transphobia or something idk; there's no other discernable reason for the random hatred campaign she was running. Thankfully, angel was still well-liked by their classmates and teachers. But it did wear on them.

Lee calls to check up on them often, always offering to make the drive up there in case angel needs anything, though angel is quick to assure him things are working out. They do confide in him about their bully, which he can tell is bothering them, even if they brush it off. He's worried sick about them being so far from home and having to deal with that.

As the semester nears it's end, and angel is getting ready to go back home in a couple weeks for break, they begin making a breakthrough with their bully. Again, for no discernable reason! All of a sudden she's nicer to them, even if there's traces of malice in their interactions with one another. Maybe school WILL be alright, they think. If this works out. If it's all settled. Maybe she's starting to see me as a person instead of a freak to harass.

With the closing of the semester comes two things: one, finals are due. In angel's film class, they're meant to bring in a final film they've shot to present to the class. As these presentations are happening, they're set to have a party in class, with everyone bringing different foods to eat while the watchparty happens! Two, after finals are completed, the last two weeks of the semester will be spent on a field trip where everyone will stay at a fancy hotel and get to go on museum trips to learn about art/film. So of course, angel excitedly speeds to class the morning of the watchparty, only to stop in their tracks when they see a very suspicious looking lee that is painfully aware he is not doing a very good job of hiding. As angel walks up to him, he visibly deflates, trying to excuse it with "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I was worried." Angel gives him a hard time about it, saying "you couldn't have waited two more weeks?" Despite their teasing though, they feel bashful about the fact that he drove all that way with the intention of just checking on them in secret and driving back home immediately after. So they tell him that they have to go to class, but once they're done then they can let him stay in their dorm room, he only needs to busy himself in the meantime.

They make it to class at the last minute, film hard drive and brownies in hand. Considering that they've been talking about lee all semester with their classmates, they're eager to mention that he's visiting the campus today, so everyone's free to meet him if they want. They do note, however, that their bully isn't in class today, and they're admittedly a bit relieved because- even if they've been making progress with her- they still would rather not send out an open invitation for her to hang out after class. As they settle down and the first films are being pulled up by the teacher on the projector, somehow (AND DON'T ASK ME HOW, ITS JUST DREAM LOGIC) the projector screen at the front of the room suddenly lights up with security camera footage of a random hallway at the school (WHY DID THE TEACHER HAVE ACCESS TO THIS AND WHY WAS IT THE COMPUTER DEFAULT????), and on it is lee chasing down angel's bully into a stairwell. The teacher does not make note of this because she's having too much difficulty figuring out technical problems with plugging in the students' hard drives, so angel darts out of the classroom unnoticed, along with other class friends that follow them.

While I don't remember the exact details of the conversation that followed, angel explained to everyone that they needed to find those two before anything bad happened, and the group split up. Cue running around the school montage! Angel kept trying to call lee in hopes that they could distract him and find out where he was, to no avail.

Out of breath and awfully dizzy after 15 minutes of sprinting around the campus, angel shakily walked out onto a random balcony to get some fresh air and sit down, only to find lee sitting out there already. A lee with........ blood on him, they found. It wasn't a lot, just enough to notice it on his face and a few drops on his shirt. But it was enough to get angel mad enough that they forgot about their dizziness. As soon as lee noticed them, he looked at them silently like a sad, wet puppy who knows he's about to get in trouble. And he was. Bc angel was fucking pissed, not frozen and terrified like the last time they found brandon's body. Not only were they furious over the fact that the day they had been so looking forward to got interrupted by this, not only were they furious that lee had done this AGAIN after promising he wouldn't ever, but the fact that they had been making actual PROGRESS in the relationship they had with this girl and had other ways of addressing it was really the cherry on top. So they fully let into him for it, getting angry enough that they were brought to tears.

Again, the details of the conversation are fuzzy, but I do remember at one point lee said "the people that have passed me on this balcony keep asking ME if I'm alright because they think I've just had a nose bleed," kind of cluing angel in on the fact that he very intentionally didn't clean himself up because he knew he wasn't supposed to do this again and wanted to self sabotage by getting caught before angel could see him. Angel doesn't know what to say or how to handle the situation at all, so they tell lee to just go back to their room, exasperated, and they'll figure out what to do about this later.

There's a bit of a time skip after this point. I know angel returned to their room at some point, only going back to class to tell their teacher that they weren't feeling well and needed to leave early. I can't recall what happened to any evidence of the murder, but it was never an issue. And for the next few days angel makes lee follow them around EVERYWHERE, even on their field trip, bc they don't trust him not to go off and do something stupid (either to someone else to himself). They even make arrangements for him to come on the field trip with them because they don't want to let him out of their sight.

The rest of the dream is the fuzziest (and also I'm tired of writing), but it revolved around the two slowly trying to repair their relationship. Even after the field trip was over and break had started, angel said that they didn't want to go back home and wanted to spend more time away from the house, thinking that maybe their distance from lee at college had perhaps allowed him to spiral into his unhealthy thought patterns again, which he never mentioned over the phone since he wanted to make room for angel's grievances, considering how much they are dealing with. Maybe being on vacation might help. And despite how heavy everything in the dream was prior to this, it eventually lead to some especially cute moments between the pair. Also I remember tammy from anthology of the killer being there at one point for some reason. The end that's all I'm writing. Thank you.

[confuzing]

Liu Yuan AU Posting Time

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This is the Abyss, Before and After, it's a long one

The Immortal Alliance Conference: Xuanye is left back at camp at Shizun's insistence and Luo Binghe and Liu Yuan set out just the two of them to look at and then kill all the monsters. Since they aren't distracted by anyone (except each other) both of them tear up the rankings, leaving Gongyi Xiao a distant third before everything goes to shit.

Not sure who or what breaks LBH's seal but the end result is this: Luo Binghe stands at the edge of the Abyss, his newly clawed hands wrapped carefully around A-Yuan's waist and his face half- hidden in A-Yuan's hair while Liu Yuan stands between him and SQQ and LQG. LY is focused mostly on SQQ- both because he thinks he's the easier adult to reason with and because he can't imagine an attack coming at him from his brother's direction. LBH is watching LQG- the most volatile Peak Lord who's staring at his grip on A-Yuan in open disgust. Both Peak Lords feint at the same time- SQQ is trying to find an angle that lets him hit LBH and not LY, LQG is trying to figure out how to pry LY away from LBH. Both boys flinch, and lose their balance. The last thing LBH does as he falls into the Abyss is shove LY away from him as hard as he can. It's just enough for LQG to grab his little brother and haul him back onto solid ground.

Before: Liu Yuan's System is absolutely useless. It awards him points but he can't use them for anything. (What even are W points? It won't tell him.) And it doesn't have quests for him. At least it's not forcing him to do things though? Or not do them? Because honestly he didn't quite sort out all those past life memories until after he met Binghe and it looks like he's derailed the plot a little just by existing? And then he derailed it a lot by kissing back when Binghe got up the nerve to kiss him and well, the harem was the worst part of the book anyway. He's not gonna miss it.

The only thing the System does do is tell him the Abyss is unavoidable. Not that LY has any idea how he could avoid it in the first place. But the System doesn't say he can't go with LBH. He can just focus on filling his and Binghe's head with Abyss survival info and everything will be alright! Right?

After: LY is a mess. He stops eating or attending classes or speaking to anyone. He tries to run away six times that first month, only for his brother or Shizun to drag him back each time. He's especially not talking to either of them. (This is extremely upsetting for both of them though SQQ hides it better.)

Eventually the first rush of anger and grief fades and LY comes up with a plan. He can't get into the Abyss with Binghe- but he can be there when he get out. Airplane was vague on exactly where LBH entered the demon realm but LY knows it's in a forested area near one of the demon realm's few rivers. He knows the names of the clans LBH will meet first. If he can get himself away from the mountain and to the demon realm he can be waiting for LBH when he gets out.

Step One is to stop being babysat constantly. He starts eating and attending classes again. He can't bring himself to act like nothing's happened but he can at least talk to his brother and Shizun. He stops running away- he needs them to trust him to go out on night hunts for when he actually runs.

Step Two is to learn everything the sect can teach him that might possibly be useful before he leaves it forever (probably). He throws himself into classes and sword training and building his qi reserves, he learns qi manipulation through music and first aid and picks various people's brains about cursed swords. He has five years max to learn everything he wants to-maybe less. His Binghe was definitely a better swordsman than the original. (The extra training opportunities for LBH were the only reason LY allowed those fights for his hand in marriage to go on.)

He gets impatient at the 2 year mark and decides he can train and meditate just as well on the road. So he never comes back from his next solo night hunt. The monster was killed, the locals saw him fly back towards the mountain, but he's gone. SQQ and LQG find most of his belongings gone and a note that points out he's an adult now and they can't drag him home anymore. I'm going to find him and you can't stop me.

Two and a half years after he fell into the Abyss LBH cuts his way out of hell into a suspiciously peaceful forest. Less than a mile from his portal he finds a shack in a clearing near the river. There's no one at the little camp when he arrives and LBH debates raiding it or waiting for someone to show up. It could be a trap-

"Binghe?"

He whirls. That's oh. Oh.

"I'm hallucinating." he says.

"You aren't." The hallucination says and touches his cheek. A-Yuan touches his cheek. He's real. He's here. How is he here? LBH isn't even sure where here is.

And then he's kissing A-Yuan and nothing else matters. Not even Xuanye hissing at him for it. He's missed the hissing even. Everything is perfect right now.

Except. He pulls back as far as he can- LY won't let him get far.

"I am so dirty." LBH says.

LY laughs. "The river's right there, go. I'll grab my soap and meet you there."

Much much later that night when it's A-Yuan's turn to watch LBH fitfully sleep (they're trading off every few hours) Liu Yuan's System lights up and tells him he's successfully entered the system's main mode. He can now spend his Wife points on upgrades and rewards. Any further instances of him being a good wife for the protagonist will now earn him double W points! There are also a number of quests he can do to further increase his wifely suitability! ( When A-Yuan stops internally screaming enough to check the quest list the first one is called Dual Cultivation and he has to close out of the system all together before he dies of embarrassment.)