#in that dream he was an asshole who wanted to torture his friends just to see what they would let him do

[the-redcrate]

I had a dream last night in which I kept running into David Tennant as Dr. Who (the character, not as David playing the character--also, I've never watched Dr. Who) and then my dream plot changed, but David Tennant showed up again. This time as Crowley. I distinctly remember thinking during my dream "Has anyone considered that David Tennant might be God?" as an explanation to myself on why David Tennant was there.

[moonchild9350]

Fade Away

summary: hyunjin is your best friend, your confidant, your lover, these things can't just fade away right? pairing: hyunjin x fab!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers, slice of life, sci fi au, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI word count: 8.7k warnings: masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, nipple play, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, somniphilia, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), multiple rounds, implied shower sex, mentions of memory loss, mentions of abuse notes: this was kind of a dream and thought it would be cool to write it out. let me know what you think of this, I'd greatly appreciate it! I really do value your feedback :)

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

divider by @fanguro

They say a best friend walks with you through everything, whether it’s an uplifting period of life or when it goes to absolute shit, and you can honestly agree with the statement having experienced it yourself.

Hyunjin has been your best friend since you both were little, since he saw you crying on the park bench right outside your house at the measly age of eight. He comforted you in that moment, trying to distract you from your shitty step parents and the abuse you suffered at their hands.

He cheered you up right away, even going as far as wiping the tears from your face, as you looked at him with your snot stained face and puffy, red eyes. Hyunjin didn’t care however, as long as you were ok.

You both sat on that park bench first in silence and then slowly opening up to each other as your legs dangled over the edge of the seat. Hyunjin listened as you told him your story, that you were adopted and never knew who your birth parents were. Your step parents started to turn on you, hitting you, or locking you up in your room when they didn’t want to be bothered by you shortly after their biological daughter was born.

Hyunjin listened as you described your days, unpredictable and unstable, never knowing what type of mood the adults of the house would be in. Now that your sister was older, she joined in on torturing you by getting you in trouble, blaming things she did on you. Your parents believed her every time, leaving you to take the punishment.

As your tale came to an end, you sniffled and wiped your eyes, looking down at your legs, too ashamed to look at the boy next you.

“Well your parents are assholes!” Hyunjin exclaimed, shocking you completely. “If you need to escape, come to my house!”

Once the initial shock wore off at his kindness, you smiled and kicked your feet.

“Ok,” you said in agreement, nodding your head so he could see.

As the sun slowly descended, casting its pretty glow of reds, pinks, and orange, and the moon took its place, you both sat there, talked and laughed, swinging your little legs in tandem as a new found friendship strengthened.

That was seventeen years ago. Hyunjin is still very much your best friend, so much so that you both live together, splinting the rent of your run down apartment in the side of town that isn’t the best to be in.

He’s been your rock, your foundation and continues to be so, even in the throes of adolescence.

You look at him now as he adjusts himself on his stool, his tongue sticking out as he ponders how he should proceed, his paintbrush resting at his side. There’s soft music playing in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere while the rain pelts the windows, masking the sounds of the busy city below.

You don’t want to break his concentration, so you smile and go back to your book, focusing your mind on the events that are unfolding, as the main character and their beau are about to confess their love for each other.

You and Hyunjin were both off today, your schedules aligning for once. Since it was a gloomy day out, Hyunjin suggested staying in and you couldn’t agree more, not wanting to get out in the nasty weather.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours as you both sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until you finished the chapter you were on that you moved.

“Hyun! I’m hungry,” you whined as you slammed your book shut.

The loud noise in the otherwise quiet room startled Hyunjin, his paintbrush falling from his hands as he yelped.

“Y/n! Jeez I could have messed up my painting,” hyunjin retaliated with a scowl as he bent over to pick up his paintbrush.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response.

“Well, you know how I get when I’m hungry,” you said as you walked over to his seat.

You stood behind him and grasped his shoulders, your fingers lightly messaging the tight muscles as you peeked at his canvas. Your eyes roamed over the rolling hills he depicted on the canvas, met with the various little houses painted in detailed on the landscape.

Hyunjin sighed as he relaxed into your hold, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the massage you were giving him. Hyunjin was talented, gifted with the ability to recreate any scene, person, or object on canvas, telling a story with the various colors and mediums he chose.

He worked full time at the local coffee shop, saving up money so he can attend the art program at the university.

While he was gifted, you worked two jobs, splitting your time between your job at the book store to your shifts at in the lab working as a research technician. You loved science and wanted to make your mark on the world, so you applied to assist a doctor at the hospital with his research.

Both of your days were long and hard, as you worked towards your dreams, using each other as support. When you had time off, you both spent your days together, participating in craft night or movie night, or just enjoying each other’s presence as in tonight.

“Looking good,” you said as you continued to apply pressure to Hyunjin’s shoulders, chuckling as he let out a low moan as you worked a particular tense area.

“Mmm, thanks. I’m not quite done with it. I want it to be perfect so I can add it to my portfolio for when I apply to the program.” Hyunjin said as he opened his eyes to look at his work.

“They’d be stupid not to take you Hyun,” you replied as you walked away, making your way to the little drawer full of take out menus you’ve both accumulated over the years.

“Pizza? Burgers? Thai food? What are you in the mood for?” You asked, peering over your shoulder at Hyunjin.

“Surprise me,” he said as he got up and started to clear up his mess.

You grinned at his response, remembering that he is not the person to discuss options with as he could never make up his mind. You flipped through the menus, looking out for anything that seemed good.

As you came across a menu for the local pizza parlor, you pulled it out and grabbed your phone to order. Once done, you made your way back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to Hyunjin. You stared incredulously at the tv screen, as Hyunjin rapidly flipped through the various shows and movies, looking for one only he knew.

Finally, he settled on a drama, his attention glued to the couple on screen who were in the midst of a fight. You tucked in and watched the show with him until the food came.

As the night came to a close, your eyes grew tired, the lids closing as you tried to focus on the show on screen. However, between the sounds of the rain pelting the window and the warmth you felt radiating off Hyunjin, you didn’t stand a chance. Sleep was about to win when Hyunjin shook you awake, chuckling as you let out a grumble at being disturbed.

“Get up sleepy head, let’s get you to bed ok?” Hyunjin said softly as he gently stroked your leg.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching your back from lying on the uncomfortable couch. Hyunjin guided you to your bedroom and picked out your pjs, setting them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. Once you were done, you slipped into the cozy set he picked out, the fleece warming your skin in the chilly apartment.

Turning out the light, you walked to your bed, the blankets pulled back with Hyunjin perched on the edge.

“Come on sleepyhead, get in,” he said as he patted your bed.

You giggled as you slid beneath the blankets, lying on your side as Hyunjin tucked you in, making sure you were all nice and snug. Once he was satisfied, he smiled and wished you good night, flipping the light off and closing the door as he left. You could feel yourself drifting off, as you thought of how lucky you were to have such a sweet best friend like Hyunjin.

To you, it seemed like your normal routine, Hyunjin looking out for you, making sure you were well taken care of. It was just him keeping his promise from all those years ago. However, to him it meant a little more, a fact that you were oblivious to as you lived your life with Hyunjin.

The next morning Hyunjin wakes up bright and early, the bright sun filtering through his window. He glances at the light, annoyed that his curtains do nothing to keep the sun out, instead it’s nearly for decoration, adorning the otherwise bare room.

He sat up and yawned, wishing he could go back to sleep since he doesn’t have to go into work until second shift. However, he shook the thought away, willing himself to get up so he could prep breakfast for you as you worked first shift at the bookstore today.

Yes, he makes you breakfast whenever you have an early shift, wanting to make sure you’re well fed to endure the long day ahead of you. It’s just one of the many things he does, not minding in the least for helping you out. He’s felt the need to watch over you, ever since he saw you crying on the little bench as kids, sad and neglected by the very people who were supposed to shower you with love and care.

Hyunjin is in love with you and has been for a few years now. His heart beats ridiculously fast whenever you’re near, threatening to leap out of his chest; he feels flutters in his stomach when you wrap your arms around him in a hug, the scent of your strawberry shampoo drifting through his nostrils; he feels soft towards you as you focus on your goals, working two jobs trying to climb to the top, to be somebody in this godforsaken world.

Hyunjin loves you, and he will always love you. He’s scared to have that discussion with you however, nervous that you would reject him, state that you only want to be friends and not pursue a relationship with him. He’d rather play it safe and stay the ever doting best friend.

As he gets up and searches for his favorite hoodie, he hears you stumble around your room, the sound of a door slamming echoing through the otherwise quiet space. He searches more quickly, wanting to get started on your breakfast so it is ready by the time you make it to the kitchen.

“Ah ha, gotcha,” he mumbles as he pulls it from under a pile of clothes he’s left on the chair.

He slips it on and pads to the kitchen, flipping on the lights as he goes. Hyunjin settles into the familiar routine of making breakfast as he cracks eggs into a pan, pulls the bacon out and gets the coffee started. He shuffles around, working swiftly but efficiently, adding the finishing touches just as you enter the kitchen.

“Morning Hyun,” you grumble, heading straight for the coffee.

He hands you your travel mug and says, “Morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?”

“Fair enough,” you say, pouring the hot liquid into the mug, your tone lightening up at the prospect of the caffeine entering your system soon.

Hyunjin plates up your food and sets it down on the table, beckoning you over to sit and eat. He smiles as you do so without fuss, tucking in to your plate. He busies himself with cleaning up the mess he made as you eat, the sound of your fork clanking with the plate occasionally.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he goes and sits down next to you just as you finish up. He glances at you, taking in your simple attire, perfect for the day of work you have ahead. He smiles as you scarf down the eggs, cooked to perfection just the way you like.

Hyunjin takes another sip of coffee before saying, “I’ll be home later this afternoon since I'm working second shift.”

You hum at his statement, acknowledging that you understand.

“Take out then?” You ask him, glancing up at his face.

“If you’d like,” Hyunjin said with a shrug.

He knows you don’t cook, almost burning down the kitchen the last time you tried. He remembers your shrieks of terror as the pan went up in flames, the piece of meat you were trying to cook engulfed in the yellow-orangish flames. After he simply covered the flames with the lid of the pan, he had to comfort you as you burst into tears, babbling about how you didn’t mean to do it.

Hyunjin watches as you finish the last bite of breakfast and get up, taking your plate with you. You grab the to go mug of coffee he fixed you and bid him goodbye as you head to your shift at the bookstore.

The front door clicks softly, the sound of your key in the lock as you lock the door behind you. Silence reigns over the apartment as the sun begins to shine into the living room, ushering in another long day. Hyunjin finishes his coffee and gets up, planning to sketch a little before he has to get ready for work.

He walks back to his bedroom and grabs his supplies before settling back in bed. He opens to a fresh page and brings pencil to paper, moving his hand gently over the paper, the scratch of the lead soothing to his ears. He begins to hum as a person becomes visible on the page, his eyes taking in what he has drawn so far.

His lips turn up in a smile as he glances down at you, gazing peacefully at him from the page. Your delicate features stick out, soft and gentle just like you. Hyunjin has many sketches of you, little doodles he’ll make whenever he can, his heart soaring as he draws in the many beautiful details of your face and your body.

He’s loved you for ages, his heart twisting every time you gave him that soft smile as your giggles filled the space, livening up the place. He wants to love and protect you forever and always. However, he is sure you don’t feel the same, never having given him signs that you love him more than just a friend. It hurts deep down, but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship you both have, as you are his lifeline and he doesn’t want that to change any time soon.

Despite this, he can’t help but think of you every second he gets and it’s no different now. The thought of your beauty causes the blood to rush to his cock, the length steadily hardening within the confines of his sweatpants. A wet stain appears on the fabric as he leaks pre-cum, his cock twitching in need.

Hyunjin groans and sets down his sketch pad, his hand palming his erection through his pants. He squeezes his cock and whimpers, imaging your hand on him instead, teasing him, touching him until he begs for you to take it out. He teases the skin of his belly, playing with the little hairs that make up his happy trial.

He takes his time before reaching into his sweats, his hands finally making contact with the head. He gathers some precum before smearing it around, his other hand pushing down his sweats in desperation to touch himself. As he pushes his boxers down, he lets out a hiss as his cock is freed and stands at attention angry, red, and leaking.

With a shaky breath his grasps the shaft and begins to stroke, his hands building up a steady rthymic motion as his mind wanders to you. He wishes it were you, desperately wants it to be you with your hand wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him until he’s squirming and begging for his release. He strokes and strokes, wet sounds filling the room as he’s a leaking mess. His moans mix with the sound of him pleasuring his cock, his breath shaky as his orgasm builds up.

As he continues to stroke himself, his other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, giving them a squeeze as they sit hot and heavy in his hand. Hyunjin’s back arches off the bed as his orgasm washes over him without warning, the pleasure so intense he’s seeing stars, his hearing diminishing as he moans out. His pace doesn’t stop as spurt after spurt of hot cum splatters his hand and belly, painting it with the sticky white substance.

Once he’s empty, he relaxes on the bed, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high, the sound of your voice whispering how good he is in his head. He whimpers as he gathers some of his cum that’s starting to dry on his belly and brings it to his lips, tasting the salty liquid on his tongue. He closes his eyes as his hands rest at his side, his now soft cock lying haphazardly as he wills himself to get up and get cleaned up.

He’s down bad for you, yes, but he doesn’t mind. He welcomes the reminder on a daily basis and will continue to do so for as long as it takes.

Hyunjin finally wills himself to get up, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Once dressed and deemed presentable for his shift at the coffee shop, he gathers his phone and wallet and makes his way to the door.

And as Hyunjin leaves his home, he thinks of tonight when he gets home, to you the love of his life.

You are ready to be home, ready to take a hot shower and get into some cozy clothes and relax in front of the tv. Your shift today was not the best, the events of the day replaying in your mind.

It started off good enough, some of the regular customers stopping by, looking for a new read and others were new, curious to see the old fashioned bookshop that is present in the otherwise modern town. You loved to help others find their next read, wanting to help them escape to other worlds, another place then their everyday mundane lives. Your customers could tell of your passion as they asked you for recommendations and had in depth conversations about the latest books and authors.

However, what started off as a good day turned sour really quickly as your friend Tiffany, stopped by, wanting to gossip about her new boy toy. You have been friends for ages, not as long as you’ve been friends with Hyunjin, but long enough. You love her for what she’s worth, but sometimes she can be a little much for you, her bubbly personality taking over, even when the situation is dire.

You don’t agree with her methods of “dating,” and you’ve let her know your thoughts more times than you can count, today being one of those days. However, Tiffany must have found offense as she started to yell and berate you and your opinions. You couldn’t get a word in as she babbled on and on about how you don’t support her and that the reason why you’re still single is because you have a stick up your ass.

You were taken aback by her words, never having heard her have an outburst quite like this. You didn’t say anything as she stormed out of the shop, the door slamming shut with a final tinkle of the bell that hung at the top of the door.

As you made your way home, you mind wandered to Hyunjin, hoping he would be home on time tonight. You wanted to feel his presence, needing to be comforted. You felt the tears crowd the corner of your eyes, the hurt settling in from today deep in your chest. You needed to get home quickly, so you weren’t crying on the side of the street.

Picking up the pace, you arrived home in no time, your hand shaking as you attempted to slide the key in the lock. Softly grunting in frustration, you cleared the water from your eyes and focused on the hole, the key finally sliding into place. You quickly opened the door and slid inside, dropping your stuff haphazaly on the floor as you made your way to the couch.

You collapsed on the cushions and continued to cry, your sobs echoing in the empty room. You let it all out, putting your head on your knees as you squeezed your legs, hoping Hyunjin would come home soon.

As if he heard you, the door opened, annoucning that he was finally home.

“Y/n! I’m home!” Hyunjin shouted, the sound of his keys dropping on the hallway table.

“Y/n?” You heard Hyunjin call out again, this time cautiously.

You remained on the couch, not moving or saying anything waiting for Hyunjin to notice you.

“Oh y/n, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin said, his voice barely above a whisper as he rushed to you.

You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close, his hand cradling your head into his chest. You gripped his shirt and buried your head in the fabric, breathing in the scent of coffee and Hyunjin, the smell itself comforting. You both sat in silence as Hyunjin rocked you side to side, as he softly hummed. After a while you disentangled yourself from him and leaned back, wiping your eyes in the process.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Hyunjin inquired, his eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to speak.

You’re sure your eyes were red and puffy, but he gazed at you with such tenderness, not caring what you looked like.

“Tiffany and I had a fight…I’m not sure we’re friends anymore. She said some pretty nasty things about me…”

You watched as Hyunjin balled his hands into a fist, his eye twitching as he fumed in anger. You knew Hyunjin never liked Tiffany, calling her a bad influence on you. Deep down you knew he was right, but you had been friends so long with her, you didn’t want to cut ties with her as he suggested.

“You were right about her Hyunjin,” you said as you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your lap.

“Oh y/n, it’s ok. You only need me yeah?” He said, as he tried to reach for you once more.

You pondered his words, seeking the truth in them. Hyunjin is your everything, has always been. You sniffled and wiped more tears from your eyes. You had no one else in this world, as you were estranged from your parents, your sister. You only had Hyunjin.

“I only need you Hyun,” you agreed, looking him in the eyes.

Hyunjin smiled gingerly at you as he brushed his fingers down your cheek. In that moment, you could feel the dynamic shift between you two as you both came to an understanding. You only needed each other in this world, you only needed to live in this atmosphere that you have both created for yourselves. As long as you both had each other, you’d be alright.

“Do we have enough snacks?” Hyunjin asks, worry etched on his face as his eyes glanced over the various bags full of treats that littered the blanket.

You chuckled at his distress, knowing he needed tons of the salty and sweet treats for the movie.

“Yes love, I think we have enough,” you said as you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

Hyunjin looked up in that moment, his eyes finding yours, a smile gifting his face at your love and tenderness. He felt his heart skip a beat as he took you in, the perfect girlfriend he could ever have.

It’s been a year since that fated day when you both declared that you only needed each other, love laced with each word as you both sealed in your fates. Each day passed the same, your routines not really changing other than the fact you greet him with a kiss when you come home. Hyunjin has cherished each day, engraving each memory deep within the recesses of his brain, never wanting to forget these happy days.

Hyunjin clears his throat and crosses his arms as he pouts, deciding to tease you. “This may be enough…that is if you don’t eat it all angel.”

You giggled and pushed him lightly, his body tipping over and landing on the blanket. “Hey!” He said as he laughed, before righting himself.

“Well, you deserved it!” You said as you grabbed the other blanket and drapped it over your thighs.

You both were at the park, participating in a summer event called movies in the park. Hyunjin had suggested it after seeing an ad on the announcement bulletin board in your apartment complex. You wholeheartedly agreed to going, believing it would be fun. Luckily, you both were able to get that day off from work.

Hyunjin took you to the store and you both piled your cart high with snacks and drinks, giddy with excitement at the outing. He only had to compromise twice, after you begged to get one of your favorite candies, instead of the salty treat he so desperately wanted. It was worth it however when he saw your eyes light up as he agreed to your demands, his cheeks blushing as you placed a soft kiss on the heated flesh.

It was a nice summer night, the kind where the sun warms your skin, but you can enjoy the sensation without sweating, as you breathe in the warm summer air. The park was filled with families and couples, everyone eagerly waiting for the film to begin. It didn’t take long as the sun melted into the horizon, the screen turning on to project the featured film.

Hyunjin pulled you closer, slipping his legs underneath the blanket as well. He smiled as you snuggled against him, grabbing a bag of snacks to munch on as the opening credits began. As the sun went down for good and the stars made an appearance, littering the clear night sky, you both watched the movie enjoying a rare night off together.

Afterwards, you gathered your stuff and made your way home hand in hand. Hyunjin listened as you chattered about the movie, discussing the plot and how you liked it very much. He chattered back with you, equally as invested in the discussion about the movie as you were. You both were yapping so loud that the others who were sharing the sidewalk with you turned to look at you both, their faces in shock.

“Oops,” you giggled as you noticed their stares, “maybe we should tone it down a notch.”

Hyunjin chuckled and squeezed your hand, “maybe so angel.”

You both chattered more quietly the rest of the way, making it back home in record time. Hyunjin locked away this memory, walking home with you on a warm, summer night, after spending a relaxing and fun night with the love of his life.

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Once home, Hyunjin watched as you bustled around the apartment, unwinding from your little outing. He listens as you’re humming a little song, one that sounds familiar, but he can’t quite place where he’s heard it. He loves watching you in these moments, you being you, just for him in this safe space.

Hyunjin feels the need to be close to you so he makes his way over to you and stops you in your tracks as he wraps his arms around you.

“Hyun, what..” You begin until he cups your face as he gazes into your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours, sighing as he’s found his home.

Hyunjin lazily kisses you, pulling you closer, smirking against your lips as he listens to you whimper. He drags his hands up your sides before dragging them back down, his fingers gliding over your shirt and leggings until he reaches your ass, gently cupping the flesh in his large hands. He gives it a squeeze before slapping it, chuckling as you let out a yelp.

He drops his smile however as you bring your hand to his bulge and squeezes his semi-hard cock, his eyes finding yours as you smirk back at him.

“Two can play that game Mr. Hwang,” you tease as you stroke him through his pants.

“You little minx,” he murmurs as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss as you continue to palm him.

Suddenly he pulls back and grabs your hand, dragging you to his room that is now both of yours. He pushes you to the bed and climbs on top of you, his hands reaching to strip you of your clothes, tossing them away as quickly as possible. He needs to see you, feel you bare beneath him, engrave your beautiful body to his memory once more.

He unclapses your bra, your breasts spilling out as he removes the garment, his eyes glued to your hardening nipples. He licks his lips as he finds the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs, a groan leaving his lips as he notices your soaked as a string of your slick connects your panties to your pussy.

Hyunjin proceeds with removing his clothes, feeling the relief as he rock hard cock is finally free of the restricting garments. Once you both are bare for each other, there’s a moment of silence as you take each other in, in awe of each other’s raw beauty as if it’s your first time. Hyunjin’s cock twitches as you blush, squeezing your thighs together in embarrassment at his gaze, his ears perking up as he hears you quietly whimper.

His hands reach out and cup your breasts, his fingers ghosting over your nipples just how you like, the feather light touch causing you to moan and arch into his touch seeking more stimulation. He continues to tease the buds, not fully applying pressure as he knows you like the soft touches he gives your breasts.

“Hyun…love,” you whimper as you cant your hips towards him, your eyes glued to his leaking cock.

“Ok angel, bear with me yeah?” He cooes as he continues to touch you, his fingertips barely touching your skin.

He draws invisible patterns on your skin, his eyes glued to your rising and falling chest as you try to regulate your breathing, lost in his touch. Hyunjin watches as your hands grasps your breasts and play with them as he continues to torture you. He eventually reaches your thighs as he gently rubs circles on the flesh.

Deeming your ready, he parts your legs baring your glistening pussy to his eyes. He loves that he gets you so wet and needy, your folds just begging for him to touch them. And touch them he does as he drags a finger down the puffy folds, your body shuttering at his touch.

He takes his time as he buries his fingers between your folds, easily finding your clit. He applies gentle pressure to your bundle of nerves, bringing you to your high slowly but steadily. He listens to your moans, as he continues to pleasure you, the sound music to his ears. He knows you’re close as he’s very attuned to your body. Withdrawing his hand, he chuckles as you let out a whine, your eyes wide and on him.

“Want you to cum around me angel,” Hyunjin says as he grasps his cock, stroking the shaft a few times to coat it in his pre-cum.

He brings the tip to your entrance and lightly pushes in, your walls sucking him in instantly. He continues to push his length in until he bottoms out, your walls fluttering around his cock as he stills to let you adjust.

“Move, please move,” you beg as you wiggle your hips, attempting to fuck yourself on his cock.

Hyunjin smiles as he places his hands underneath your thighs, holding your legs open as he begins to thrust within you, his cock easily sliding in and out of your walls. He lets out a whimper as he feels your warmth engulf him again and again, your little hole stretching perfectly around him like you were made for his cock.

He’s not going to last long, always feeling overwhelmed once he’s inside you. What would normally embarrass most, he doesn’t mind and he knows you don’t either as you know he’s going to take care of you, make sure you reach your high.

“Touch yourself angel, touch your clit for me yeah?” Hyunjin begs as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He groans as you bring two fingers to your clit and rub, your wrist keeping in time to his thrusts. His tongue lolls out as he glues his eyes to your pussy and how wet it is, a mixture of your slick and his sweat coating the puffy flesh and dripping down your ass. Your fingers slip and slid, little whines leaving your mouth as your fingers slip off the bud. You quickly replace them however chasing after your high so you can come with your lover.

Hyunjin’s breath hitches as he feels you clench around him, his balls tightening within as he lets go in a flurry of loud moans, his cum painting your walls white and sliding out around his cock. His eyes meet yours as you let go, as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you arch your back as your walls rhythmically clench around his cock over and over. He gently fucks you through your high, pushing his cum back into your pussy.

As you take a stuttering breath, your eyes match his, as you clench around his cock one last time. Hyunjin softly moans before leaning down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, your lips moving together sweetly.

Hyunjin gets up and withdraws his softened cock, clucking his tongue at the sight of his cum leaking steadily from your pussy. He has to tear his eyes away in order to clean you up. Once you’re both clean, he pulls you under the blankets, cuddling you to his chest.

You both lay there breathing in tandem, sleep slowly taking over your bodies. Hyunjin logs away the feel of your soft, warm skin underneath his fingertips as he lazily drags them up and down your back. He memorizes the dips and turns of your body, mesmerized with your beauty as always. As he closes his eyes, he begins to dream of you and the eternity he plans to spend with you.

The next morning, you awake, feeling refreshed after last nights love making and a good nights rest. You look up to see Hyunjin sprawled out on his back, his chest softly rising and falling as he slumbers. As you stare at your lover, an idea comes to mind and as you glance at the clock, you notice you have a little time before you have to get up to go to your second job.

You carefully scoot closer to Hyunjin, careful not to wake him up. He has kicked off the blankets at some point during the night, leaving him uncovered. Your eyes go to the bulge in his boxers, already semi-erect. You gently palmed his cock, your eyes glued to his face to ensure he doesn’t wake up.

You smile as he doesn’t move, but continues to softly snore. You reach into the crotch of the fabric and pull out his cock, your eyes feasting on how how red and angry the head is, as drops of pre-cum drip down and coat his shaft and your hand.

You shuffle onto your knees and lean down to take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head. You press your tongue into his slit and then stop for a moment as Hyunjin moans above you, the sound short but audible. You wait a few seconds more before suckling the head as you stroke his shaft, savoring the salty taste of him on your tastebuds.

As Hyunjin slightly jerks in his sleep, you take more of him down your throat and bob your head in earnest, taking him to the base each time, the little hairs adorning his pelvis tickling your nose. You continue to pleasure your lover, alternating between suckling the head and deep throating him, awaiting the moment he realizes the pleasure he’s feeling is not a dream.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to wake up, his hands gripping your hair your sign he’s fully awake.

“Y/n…ah!” He mumbles, his voice deep as it’s laced with sleep.

You hum around him before increasing your pace, wanting him to come down your throat. You clench your thighs together as Hyunjin moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as he fucked your mouth gently. You grasped his balls in your hands and began to fondle them.

“Mmm close angel, don’t stop,” Hyunjin whimpered.

As you licked up his shaft and then swirled your tongue around him once more, Hyunjin grasped your head and pushed it down, forcing you to take him to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. He let out a loud groan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum filling your mouth. You withdrew as he took a shaky breath, his hooded eyes set on you as you swallowed his cum, licking your lips afterwards ensuring not to waste any that may have dribbled out.

“Such a good girl for me,” Hyunjin murmured as he gave you a smile, his hands reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t I return the favor? You have to work this morning right? How about I join you in the shower?”

You couldn’t say no to such an offer as you were dripping, your slick coating your panties causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. You’d be killing two birds with one stone too. You giggled as leaped out of bed, grabbing your lovers hands to pull him after you to take care of both of your needs before your shift.

--

As you entered the lab, you put your phone on silent so as to not have any distractions while working. Your second job was in a research lab at the local hospital. You enjoyed this job as well, the prospect of making strides in the scientific world giving you a thrill.

You pulled out your supplies, grabbing your agar plates from the incubator and settled in. You decided to play some music to pass the time away since you had the lab to yourself today. Getting lost in your work, your fell into the familiar routine of extracting cells, mixing them with solutions, and spinning them down, all to prepare them to extract the DNA.

However, you were so into it, that you accidentally knocked over a bottle that was laying on the counter, the clear liquid spilling all over the counter and you. You shrieked at the feeling, quickly picking up the bottle to stop more of the liquid from dripping onto the tabletop.

You noticed the bottle didn’t have a label, so you had no clue what was inside. Your skin wasn’t burning which you thought was a good thing. You quickly made your way to the wash station, and turned on the water, dousing your arms underneath the stream to get the strange liquid off.

You stayed there for ten minutes before you deemed it okay to stop. Turning off the water, you dried off your arms. Satisfied, you went back to work, picking up where you left off before the accident. The day continued, time flying by quickly as you made progress in your project. As mid day rolled around, you decided to call it quits.

After cleaning up your space and properly storing your specimens, you packed up your bag and left, making your way back home. The apartment would be empty as you got back, as Hyunjin would have already left for work.

Once at home, you changed clothes and decided to read, wanting to have a chill afternoon after your busy morning. As you were settling in, rain began to spatter against your window, the pitter patter soothing to your ears. Your eyes began to droop, slowly but surely until you succumbed to sleep, your book falling from your hands. -- -- “Who are you!?”

You awoke with a start, your eyes wide as you thought an intruder had entered your home. Blinking away the sleep, you focused your eyes to the man in front of you. Standing in front of you was…wait…it was Hyunjin. Why was he asking you who you were? You were y/n, his girlfriend, his best friend in the world.

“Hyun, it’s me…” you said incredulously.

Hyunjin stared at you for a moment, blinking his eyes slowly. After a while, there was a look of recognition on his face.

“Y/n? What just happened?”

You stared back at Hyunjin confused. “You just asked who I was.”

“I did? Why would I do that? I know who you are,” Hyunjin said as he sat down next to you.

You sat there in shock, confused as to what just happened. You could tell he meant what he said, his face telling it all that he had no clue who you were. As strange as it were, you decided to let it go. You latched onto his arm and snuggled into him, sighing at the comfort the warmth of his body brings.

As the night went on, your mind kept wandering to the night’s events, confused as to what transpired. A part of you thought you should have continued to question Hyunjin, ask him why he thought he didn’t know you. As you tossed and turned in bed, you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that lingered as you tried to fall asleep.

Time passed and with each day, stranger things occurred. Over the last few months, Hyunjin has forgotten your birthday, your favorite foods, even your favorite books which you constantly talk about. He always claims he’s not sure what has happened, confusion laced on his face as he ponders why he forgot that information. He’s also forgotten who you were a few more times, but he always recovers and remembers a little while later.

As you were getting ready for work, your mind was a nervous wreck as you considered every possibility as to why he’s forgetting the little things about you and your relationship. You walked to your bathroom to do your makeup when you looked in the mirror. You yelped at your reflection, your eyes widened in horror.

You were there, but your skin seemed to have faded a little, a small outline of your body seeming to glow in the light, almost like an aura. You touched your arm, sighing in relief as you could still felt solid.

What the hell is going on? Are you imagining things? That has to be it, yes. You continued your morning routine, convinced that it was all a hallucination since you hadn’t had your morning coffee yet.

Later, as you entered the kitchen, you found Hyunjin sitting down on the couch, his sketch book in his lap. You stopped in your tracks, confused as this was the first time you worked an early morning shift and Hyunjin had not cooked you breakfast. Even though he didn’t owe you the meal, you still found it kind of odd that he would break his usual routine.

“Love?” You questioned as you entered the living room.

Hyunjin snapped his head up in shock, some coffee sloshing over the rim of his mug and onto his clothes.

“Shit, what?” He asked, his face scrunched up in annoyance at the interruption and spill.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just going to go to work now,” you said quietly, his outburst shocking you.

Hyunjin never snaps at you, he's always gentle and considerate of your feelings. So his actions this morning have definitely shaken you up. You try not to linger on the feeling as you get to work. You immerse yourself in your books, helping out the various customers that come in throughout the day. You only hope that Hyunjin would have calmed down by the time you got home.

Hyunjin felt off. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knows it has something to do with your relationship, but he can never remember what it is. He spends his days frustrated as he forgets your name, your favorite book, or even your daily routine. He doesn’t understand why it’s occurring as he lives for you, breathes for you.

He can see the hurt in your eyes each time it occurs, how dejected you feel when he snaps at you once again. He doesn’t mean to, he just doesn’t know what else to do or say when these events occur.

He decides to make an effort to not forget, to focus hard to remember, to turn this whole mess around as quick as possible. Hyunjin looks up eagerly as you walk through the door, arriving home after work. You seem tired and run down, your skin dull and lackluster but also a little translucent.

He comes to the conclusion that you’re getting sick and decides to help nurse you back to health.

“Hey, welcome home angel. You look exhausted, let’s get you in a bath yeah?”

You shake your head yes gratefully and let him guide you to your bathroom. He busies himself with preparing the bath, making sure the water is the right temperature, that he fills the tub with your favorite bubble bath. He throws in some bath salts as well before deeming the bath satisfactory.

“Alright angel, let’s get in.” Hyunjin ties his hair up and strips and gets in the bath first.

You follow right behind him, the water slowly rising as you settle in between his legs. However, as you lay back against his chest, he’s not met with your solid body, but yet a more squishy feeling, almost like your skin is moving against him.

He’s startled to say the least, confused as to how you can feel this way. He reaches to grab your arm and is barely able to hold on.

“Angel, what…” he asks, not finishing his question as he’s not sure what to ask anymore.

“I’m not sure Hyunjin,” you sob as you breakdown. “I’m slowly fading and I have no idea why. I think it’s why you forget who I am at times and things about me.”

Hyunjin feels a pang in his heart as you cry, wishing he could wrap his arms around you, feel you as he has in the past. He attempts to comfort you, frustrated that your skin moves underneath his hands. He’s not sure what to make of the situation, but what you have proposed makes sense.

“How did this happen?” He asks quietly as you continue to sniffle.

“M’not sure,” you whimper. “What if you forget me forever? “

Your body shakes as your wracked with fresh sobs, your anguish echoing throughout the bathroom.

“I could never forget you angel, never.” Hyunjin says.

He really won’t, how could he as you’re the love of his life. If he has to write your name down everyday, he will, whatever he has to do to remember you, he will do it. He will help you through this no matter what.

Hyunjin says he won’t forget you, but you know it’s inevitable. You’ve faded away even more now, so much so that you can’t leave the house, scared others around you will think you’re a ghost. You spend your days at home, curled up within a blanket as you stare blankly at the tv.

You’ve made a link to the spill of the strange liquid at the lab to what has been happening to you for almost half a year now. Whatever it was must be altering the atoms of your body, slowly allowing them to spread, causing you to fade away.

You barely lift your head as Hyunjin walks in the house, as he walks right past you without giving you another glance. You wait a full two hours before he notices you, recognition and then shame gracing his face at his mistake.

He walks over to you and leans down to kiss you, but he is met with air. You begin to cry, leaning away quickly at the realization that you will never be able to feel Hyunjin’s lips on yours, his hands on your body, his warmth. You can see the sadness in his eyes as he realizes the same thing.

Hyunjin sighs and walks away, locking himself in his bedroom. You don’t see him for the rest of the night, which leaves you heartbroken. You make your way to your room to go to bed, as you consider today another disappointment.

Hyunjin wakes up, the sun is shining brightly through his window, promising another good day. He sits up and stretches, enjoying the pull on his muscles. He gets up to start his morning routine as he works the morning shift today.

He hums a little song as he washes up, dresses himself and then makes his way to the kitchen. He busies himself making breakfast, the familiar routine comforting. Once he’s done, he sits down to eat, humming at the taste of the food as he scarfs it down.

After the last bite, he takes his plate to the sink and dumps it. Grabbing his wallet and keys he leaves for work, shutting the door behind him.

His day passes without incident, the coffee shop bustling with customers as always. He decides he will sketch when he gets home, needing to finish his projects before the deadline for the art school he wants to apply to.

His boss lets him go earlier which is a godsend to Hyunjin as he can make it home before the rain decides to fall, blanketing the roads with puddles and mud. Once he arrives home, he quickly changes and grabs some juice before sitting down on the couch.

Pressing play on a little remote, soft music drifts through the room, blanketing his world with the sound of piano keys, perfect for his afternoon of sketching. He grabs his sketch book and opens it, the book falling open to some sketches he’s already completed.

He stares down at the woman on the page, her features beautiful and breathtaking. As he gazes at sketch after sketch, he feels as if he’s forgetting something or forgetting someone. Every time he gets close to the answer, it slips away, like silk slipping through his fingers.

Hyunjin can’t remember who the woman is in the sketch, but he’s glad he’s thought of them, wanting to include them in his portfolio. As he picks up his pencil once more, he begins to draw, his hands traveling around the page with practiced ease and familiarity. He focuses hard, needing the details to be just right.

As he finishes, he sets his pencil down, and glances at his sketch. He has sketched the woman again, the woman who seems to plague his subconscious. He gets the nagging feeling that he knows the woman but can’t recall why or where he knows her from.

Despite this, he has captured your beauty, your perfect features in great detail, immortalized forever all within the pages of his beloved sketchbook.

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6. The Confrontation

wc- 3.4k // main masterlist // go greek! masterlist // tw: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

“And then I said, 'baller?' I hardly know her!” Johnny said, laughing at his own joke like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. He hasn’t asked you a single question about yourself in the last fifteen minutes, having been talking about whatever shenanigans he and his frat brothers have been getting up to. 

Listening to Johnny monologue like this is torture, but you know this is all part of your and Wade’s plan. Johnny is only here to make the SAE guys jealous, and you don’t have to be truly interested in him for that. He just has to be hot, and he certainly checks that box.

It was surprisingly easy to get a date with him. It turns out being a frat sweetheart makes you a hot commodity, and maybe the whole good-girl/frat-guy dynamic does it for them. You met him for coffee in the student lounge, which is the perfect first date spot, especially for your plan. Casual enough because he has as much personality as a matchstick, but it's also public enough to show him off.

“What did you say your major was?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze. 

You carried on the dull conversation, deciding to focus more on his biceps under his shirt sleeves to keep yourself interested. To your surprise, he turns things around and starts to ask you some questions. Eventually, you find yourself somewhat enjoying your conversation with him. He’s still an asshole, no doubt, but maybe he will be tolerable enough to fake-date for a while. 

After a while spent at the cafe, you tell him you have to get going, and Johnny asks if he can walk you home. It’s a simple gesture, but you think it’s nice that he wants to spend more time with you. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he’s just buttering you up so he can sleep with you, but you’ll deal with that issue if it arises. For now, you’ll think of him as a gentleman.

As you walk, he points out his favorite places on campus. “This is where the guys and I play Spikeball. I’m really good if you ever want to watch me play,” he says. “And over here is the tree we made that pledge sleep in for the weekend.”

By the time you reach your building, your cheeks hurt from fake-smiling, and your neck aches from nodding along. 

“Are you busy tonight? I’d like to see you again,” Johnny says. Just as planned.

“Actually, my frat is throwing a party. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “You’re inviting me to an SAE party? You know those guys don’t really like us,” he says, referring to the Pike brothers. 

“That’s just because they don’t know you,” you say, inwardly cringing at how you sound. 

“I’d love to come. Show them how to really party,” he smiles. If nothing else, he has a pretty face. 

“I’ll see you then. You have my number,” you say, returning his smile before turning to scan your keycard and disappear into the building.

Once away from Johnny, you take a deep breath. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. He’s not really your type, but he’ll be good enough for what you need him for. You feel a bit guilty for playing with him like this, but you suspect that he wouldn’t take it too personally if he found out. Being used as arm candy is like every guy’s dream.

You hurry up to your room, and as soon as you flop onto your bed, you give Wade a call.

“Hey, sweetcheeks,” he says.

“Hi, Wade. I just got back from my date with Johnny.”

“And when’s the wedding? What color should I get my tie?”

You roll your eyes. “Hilarious. I invited him to the party tonight, so hopefully, everything will work out the way we want it to.”

“I really don’t know why you’re going through all this trouble. There is a perfectly eligible bachelor right here who would love to fake-date you. Or real-date you. Whatever you’re down for.”

“You’d never be able to look at me the same,” you laugh.

“Not even friends with benefits?” 

You ignore his poor attempt at flirting. “What’s the next step here?”

“You need to really play up our relationship at the party. The guys won’t care that you barely know each other. All they’ll see is their girl getting a little too up-close and personal with a Pike guy and they’ll lose their shit.”

You sit up on your bed and put your phone on speaker so you can rest your head in your hands. “Okay, but Wade, I don’t want there to be any fighting. They can get jealous and mad and whatever, but I don’t want anyone to fight with Johnny just because of me.”

You can picture it now. Bucky getting in his face, Steve rushing to protect you, Frank and Logan willing to punch that douche bag for touching you. It would turn ugly quickly, and you doubt Johnny could take on at least four guys at once. You’d hate to see him get hurt just because he’s a pawn in your little plan.

“I’ll cut Bucky off after three drinks, then,” Wade responds. “So what are you wearing tonight?”

The theme for the party is sports, and everyone will be wearing a jersey of their choosing. A lot of the guys in SAE are on sports teams, and you were having a difficult time picking which one of their jerseys you would wear, but Johnny solves that problem. 

“I texted Johnny, and he said I could wear his soccer jersey,” you tell Wade.

You can hear him suck air through his teeth. “That’s like a dog pissing on another dog’s fire hydrant. Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Now it’s Wade’s turn to question this plan.

“I’m really trying to sell it.”

“You’re really trying to get Johnny skinned alive.”

You sigh. “Am I crazy? Is this a bad idea?”

“Crazy, maybe, but guys are stupid and if you want them to make a move, they need a kick in the ass.”

You nod even though Wade can’t see you. You know he’s right, even if it does make you feel a bit guilty.

After you hang up with Wade, you spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on homework so you can fully recover from the inevitable hangover you’ll have this weekend. Then you shower, taking extra care to shave everything and style your hair perfectly so you can be as irresistible as possible to Johnny. 

You’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you get a text from Johnny telling you that he’s outside your building. You quickly gather all of your things and rush out, not wanting to keep him waiting. You throw on a t-shirt, not caring what it is, because you’ll be replacing it with Johnny’s jersey.

When you get outside, you find Johnny leaning up against the wall, scrolling on his phone. He looks up and grins when he sees you. You know you look good, and he tells you so.

“You’re gonna make all those guys jealous,” Johnny chuckles. He’s more right than he could know.

He hands you his jersey, and, boldly, you change in front of him. You take your t-shirt off, exposing the pale lace of your bra. Johnny tries to be respectful and not look, but you saw him catch a glimpse as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“How do I look?” you ask, adjusting the jersey.

“You already looked great, but you look even better wearing my number,” he smirks.

He slings an arm over your shoulders, and you start to walk towards the SAE house. As you walk, Johnny talks about something, but you’re too busy thinking about the night to come to pay attention. You feel giddy imagining the reactions of the guys when they see you.

Time seems to stop when you walk into the house with Johnny, wearing his name on your back. Frank is the first one of the guys to spot you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as he takes in the sight in front of him, but he doesn’t say any of the rude remarks that are surely brewing in his mind. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says instead. 

“Hi, Frank!” you say cheerfully, ignoring the sour look on his face. “I want you to meet Johnny!”

Frank gives Johnny a curt nod but doesn’t extend his hand for the other to shake. You can tell he’s getting possessive, which is exactly what you were hoping for. You excuse yourself and move further into the party, looking to get similar reactions from the others.

You find Wade next, but he doesn’t approach you. He gives you a smile and a thumbs up from across the room, which makes you giggle. Turning your attention back to Johnny, you look up at him.

“Could you get me a drink?” you ask, yelling over the music.

“For sure,” he smiles back.

He leaves your side and heads into the kitchen, allowing you a moment to talk to Wade.

“You’re going to get that poor boy killed,” Wade says.

“Relax, everything’s going to be fine,” you reassure. 

“Really?” he asks, “Because Sam is on his way over here and he looks pissed.”

You turn to see Sam, dressed in jeans and a football jersey, approaching. When you look back, you find Wade missing. He left you alone to deal with Sam yourself.

“Sam!” you greet.

“What the fuck is Johnny Storm doing here?” he asks. 

You blink up at him, trying your best to play dumb. “I brought him.”

At that, Sam’s eyes trail down your body, taking in the sight of Johnny’s jersey on you. His face twists even more.

“He’s from Pike,” Sam says. “Those guys aren’t allowed at our parties.” It sounds incredibly petty when he says it out loud, and you get the sense that he feels the same. 

“I didn’t know,” you lie. “Sorry, Sam.”

“Hey!” you hear Johnny call. Saved by the bell. “I got you some punch.” Johnny joins you at your side and hands you a cup of blue punch that smells more like alcohol than fruit. “Hey, man,” he says, now talking to Sam. “I’m Johnny.”

“I know,” Sam replies shortly. 

“Sam,” you say, urging him to be kind. “He’s my date.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Date? Does Steve know about this?”

That makes you want to throw your drink in his face. This is what you wanted to happen, but you didn’t realize how much it would get under your skin. “I didn’t know I had to get Steve’s approval.”

Deciding you’re done with the conversation, you grab Johnny’s hand and drag him away, ignoring his questions. You end up in the living room, and you grab a spot on the couch where you can enjoy your drinks in peace. You stretch the truth and reassure Johnny that Sam is just protective. The peace only lasts for a few minutes before the good-cop, cop-bad cop duo interrupts.

Your attention is brought away from Johnny when you hear Steve say your name. He and Bucky are standing in front of you, towering over where you sit. They both have their arms crossed and scowls on their faces, clearly trying to intimidate your date. You find it funny how quickly word of Johnny’s presence traveled throughout the house. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask them. 

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart,” Bucky says. “Your little date needs to fuck off.”

“What?” you scoff. “You can’t kick him out.”

“Our party, our rules.”

Finally having had enough, Johnny stands up and steps into Steve and Bucky’s space. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is-”

“You’re our problem, pal,” Steve says. “Last year, you and your Pike brothers did $400 of damage at a party and refused to pay up. You think we forgot about you and Maximoff crashing through the glass door?”

Johnny laughs in their faces. “You’re icing me out because of a door? That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Laugh about it all you want, you’re still not staying,” Bucky says, refusing to back down. You feel bad that you brought Johnny here, knowing this is how it would end up. 

“If he goes, I go too,” you say, standing up to join the confrontation. 

“What the hell are you doing with him in the first place?” Steve asks you. Now you’re in the hot seat, and you have three people eager to know your intentions. 

“We were having fun before you guys decided to be dicks.”

“Fun? Sure, let’s go with that,” Steve starts. “How long until fun ends with you on your knees?”

Suddenly, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Even Bucky looks shocked at what Steve said. You’ve never heard Steve say anything like that before, never would have expected it. Maybe from Bucky, but Steve has been nothing but kind to you. Steve’s nice to everyone.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Johnny says, his defense of you unexpected. 

“Don’t bullshit me and try to say you’re looking for anything else,” Steve says, doubling down. “Leave her the hell alone and get out.”

“Steve-” Bucky tries to interject, but Johnny and Steve ignore him.

“Oh, I get it. You’re jealous that I’m getting what you’re not.” Your eyes snap to Johnny, and your shock is evident on your face. It’s like you’re watching a game of tennis and the ball is digs at you.

“We’re just looking out for her.”

“Nah, you’re pissed that I have her all to myself. Next time she is on her knees, I’ll be sure to send you a picture so you can see what you’re missing.”

You have no idea where this is coming from. You and Johnny have been on one date, and you’ve certainly never had sex. Maybe this is just what happens when douchebags feel threatened. You didn’t think Johnny was a bad guy, but maybe you’re not as good at reading people as you thought. Maybe the same applies to Steve.

Bucky steps forward and grabs Johnny by the collar. He pulls him close and says something you can’t hear, but you can tell from the look on both of their faces that it wasn’t kind. Bucky lets go, shoving him back and sending Johnny stumbling.

He looks over to you, face twisted in an angry expression. “Fuck you,” he says before storming out. Who knew Johnny was such a hot-head? You don’t blame him for blaming you for this. It is your fault, after all. 

After Johnny leaves, the attention is on you. They both stand, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation. 

“What the hell?” Bucky asks. “Out of all people, you pick that asshole?”

You roll your eyes. You didn’t come into this looking for an argument, but that’s where this is headed. “Like you two are saints. I can date whoever I want, and you two don’t have a say.”

“So you’re dating him? Because it seems like you might have just broken up.” 

“Why would you even want a guy like that, anyway?” Steve chimes in. “You deserve so much better.” His words could be kind if he didn’t say it like he was lecturing you.

“Oh, like you? Or maybe Bucky, or Matt, or Sam, or Joaquin. All the guys who flirt with me but who will never actually date me? Yeah, that sounds so much better.”

Bucky’s expression softens, but Steve’s jaw stays clenched hard. “Sweetheart,” Bucky says. It seems like there’s more; there should be more for him to say, but he doesn’t.

“You two need to figure your shit out,” you say. “Because I’m not going to let you string me along forever.”

With that, you turn on your heel and leave the room. As soon as you turn your back on them, you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. That was way more of a scene than you wanted to make, especially with you at the center of it. You didn’t mean to say that they’re stringing you along, didn’t want to expose your feelings this way, but you suppose the cat is out of the bag now. You just hope this won’t have lasting effects on your relationship with everyone, but you have no idea how it wouldn’t.

You make your way outside and sit on the porch where you had your humiliating drunk night a few weekends ago. As you scroll on your phone to distract yourself from the racing thoughts and the tears that threaten to spill, you’re startled by a hand on your shoulder.

You look up and find Matt standing over you, a concerned look on his face. “I heard all the commotion. Are you okay?”

You sigh and, sensing that you want him to stay, Matt sits down next to you. “Bucky and Steve are assholes.”

Matt chuckles. “Yeah, they are.”

You look over at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t act like you’re much better.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he smiles. “What are you talking about?”

“You flirt with me just as much as they do, and I don’t see you acting on it either.”

“Are you saying you want me to?” He asks with that head tilt that always infuriates you. He’s joking, teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. There’s no way he’s serious, but you find you have the urge to test how far he’ll take this.

“What would you say if I was?”

“Well,” he inches closer to you. “I’d remind you that you have a boyfriend.”

What? Oh. Johnny, right.

“Not my boyfriend. We’ve been on one date,” you tell him. “ And I doubt he’ll want to see me again after this.”

“Good to know,” he says with a smirk. “But I’m not really the rebound type.”

You roll your eyes and even though he can’t see it, his laugh tells you he got the vibe you were putting off. “Don’t bullshit me, Murdock. You’re the biggest slut here.”

“Slut?” he questions with a laugh. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It’s what I’ve heard. I’m just wondering if it’s true.”

The energy between you two has shifted from teasing to something more serious. He is so close to you, and you’re certain any passerby could tell what was happening just by seeing you two. Your eyes trace his plush lips and your fingers ich to reach out and touch him.

“You’re not worried about being with a slut?” he teases.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you say.

The slight smile on Matt’s lips falls as he leans in to kiss you. His fingertips brush against your cheek, holding your hair back to give him room to press his lips against yours. You allow yourself to get lost in the soft feeling of his lips on yours and the thoughts of Bucky, Steve, and Johnny completely melt away.

The hand that’s not cupping your jaw travels over your thigh, teasing but respectful. It’s clear he’s waiting for you to escalate things, not wanting to take advantage of you in your vulnerable moment. Right now, you want nothing more than for Matt to make you forget about everything else.

“Matt,” you gasp when the kiss breaks to allow both of you a breath. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You sigh against his lips, debating on weather to take the leap with him or do the responsible thing and go home. In the back of your mind, you wonder if showing up with Johnny tonight had anything to do with Matt making a move on you. You have to remember to get Wade a fruit basket or something.

“Take me upstairs,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper but Matt hears you loud and clear.

He grabs your hand and this time he is the one leading you to his room. He pushes through the crowd of people in the living room and you don’t even notice Bucky, Steve, and Sam watching your ascent up the stairs. You giggle as you stumble up the stairs, holding onto the railing to prevent both of you from tumbling down.

When you reach his room, he kicks the door shut behind you and quickly has your back pressed against it where he resumes kissing you, though this time with more fervor. His hands grip tightly on your hips, keeping you upright as your knees threaten to give out. On the other side of this door is a complicated, messy hell of frat boys and drama, but this room is a sanctuary of Matt Murdock. 

@fandomsrlove @baby-im-urs @runt-behavior @foxherder @s0urgrapesss @burningwitchprincess @abriefnirvana

[levshany]

Tandem, this is an AU in which the Collector possesses Philip, and there are a lot of things happening afterwards. but now we’ll just retell how it basically started

@angstyhikka drew a couple of arts and helped me with coloring

This is an alternative development of events after the ending of the fanfic “At The Dawn of The Light” (it's not finished yet, but there is already an AU from the ending, yes). The idea belongs to @lasymit, and I (Lev) picked it up :3

Before King's Tide, all events take place according to canon. And then the following changes occur: the witches capture Philip and lock him in a cave in the Titan's skull. The draining spell is stopped without the help of the Collector, but he himself is not found. His mirror remains lying at the bottom of the pit.

For 10 years, Philip was under a sleeping spell. Everything would be fine, but when the Hexside squad wakes up Philip to make him help them with one super important problem, not only does he become mischievous but he also has problems in his head now. Luz and the team think that Philip is manipulating them (you can't blame them for this, Philip is Philip, even with a leaky memory and a leaking roof, he manages to be such an asshole), and therefore they torture him to force him to cooperate with them.

While Philip was sleeping, a cozy corner appeared in his head, in which there was nothing but a green hill, a small house and an apple tree. There, Philip, in his child form, lives with Caleb, who is a figment of his sick mind. During his 10 years in this mindscape, Philip convinced himself that this was reality. And the Boiling Isles, the cave and the witches who torture him are an endless nightmare. Because, on the Boiling Isles, he sometimes remembers that he killed his brother. But this simply cannot be reality.

At some point, Luz and Hunter realize that Philip is not pretending that he is seriously ill and no matter how much he denies it, he needs help, and they soften towards him somewhat. Although both have rather mixed feelings towards their dementia grandpa.

Even in the moments when Philip remembers himself fully enough, his attitude towards the Boiling Isles, Luz, Hunter and even his own mission has changed greatly in any case. He no longer cares about the destruction of witches and revenge for his brother. Philip is tired. Deadly tired. All he wants to do is sleep. He slept for ten years, and this was perhaps the first time in decades of his life that he felt peace and happiness.

While he is in this state, it happens that he encounter the Collector. This is a difficult meeting for both of them, but it all ends with the forgiveness of all grievances. They both don't want to lose each other now. The collector is still locked in the disk, but Philip has the opportunity to let his friend into his subconscious. Seeing the deplorable state of Philip's mind, he decides that he must help - after all, Philip is still his only friend. Collie asks Philip not to go to "sleep" forever, but Philip replies that he has no joy in waking up here. All he dreams of is never returning to the world of the Boiling Islands. The collector, frightened that his only friend is about to leave him, possesses Philip and promises him that he will get them both out of this nightmare.

This is how Tandem's story begins

a huge amount of detail has been omitted to avoid spoilers for "The Dawn". if you wanna learn more go check the fanfic *wink wink*

[black-rose-writings]

Things I have gathered about Danny Phanton without having ever watched the show (from posts and fanfics):

There's ghosts and they're kind of assholes, but they're also all friends and have christmas parties. Their presence is treated as a mild annoyance by everyone except the ghost hunters.

The main character is a dead 14yo. Sometimes. He's also trans.

There are adult professional ghost hunters around. Literally all of them seem like they are just taking out their serial killer urges on ghosts. "Man is the real monster" trope in action. At least some of the ghost hunters are a Men In Black parody.

The dead 14yo actually the most competent at removing ghosts from the mortal plane.

There is another 14yo who is not dead and also hunting ghosts. She's somehow also more competent at it than the adults.

The MC's parents are ghost hunters and want to torture him into perma-death. That is somehow not the biggest problem with their parenting.

(Like, I get that adults in kids' media need to be kinda dumb and immature for the premise of the show/book/movie/whatever to work, but I'm getting the feeling the adults in this show cross the line of 'plot necessary dumbass' into 'fucked up and abusive' territorry.)

One of the ghosts is tiny, piloting a giant mecha suit and dedicated to skinning the MC and hanging his skin on his wall. He somehow also has a cool rocker girlfriend and thinks this will impress her. Jury's out on whether or not that's a good strategy.

There is a ghost called the Box Ghost, who demands to be taken seriously. Nobody takes him seriously.

The MC's nemesis is another dude who is sometimes dead. He looks like a vampire and swears in food. He also wants to kill the MC's dad (for mostly valid reasons) and bang his mom (for no good reason at all) and adopt the MC as his son(mostly because of his hangups around the parents, not because said parents suck at being parents). In a villainous and fucked up way, because he's the main antagonists. He's also a billionaire, has a cat, and is weirdly obsessed with american football (IDK jack shit about american football, but the level of obsession is treated as not normal by the characters so I will assume it is weird and just how americans be like).

There were 3 seasons, but half of the fandom is convinced the third one may have been a fever dream because it's so bad.

There was a finale that everyone pretends didn't happen because it sucked.

There is at least one time travel fix it episode and the time travel ghost wears way too many watches.

The MC has two living friends - Wade from Kim Possible, but thinner and leaves his house, and a jewish goth vegan.

The MC has a clone and she's a baby and a gremlin.

The ships all have the weirdest fucking names.

Somehow half the named characters being dead is not the angstiest part of the show.

I kinda want to know how someone came up with it and what drugs they were taking. IDK if I want to try some or avoid them, but it would be good to know either way.

[eucharist-eulogy]

the doomed yaoi of the century

— a Tribe Nine Kazuki Aoyama (and Q but i dont feel like i do him enough justice nwn) ramble of suffering sparked by the absolute horror that was Chapter 3 (spoilers for the anime and the in-game story up to Chapter 3). I don’t claim to be a lore expert, just wanted to collapse and cry about what this game has DONE TO ME. you can take it as me incomprehensibly crying as i scribble on a whiteboard

Personally, I started playing the game first, and only saw the anime after (this was somewhere before I started Chapter 2 or halfway, i think). First thing that came to mind for me about Kazuki the Anime vs Kazuki the game:

“wow, he’s an asshole!”

However, his arc in the anime seems to be from being this guide that Minato helplessly follows, he watches the games and he orders them to act. In a way, he’s right when he says Minato are just pawns for him to manipulate. That changes when his motivation is revealed— from a fucking MUPPET SHOW no less (ily sonoda).

His motivation appears revenge driven at first, how could it be interpreted otherwise? Ojiro, his childhood best friend, BROKE HIS ARM. Any logical extrapolation would be that Kazuki is trying to get back at the Chiyodas through the most powerful tribe.

Then you hear the full reason from Kazuki himself once the Ota tribe fight is settled. The full reason: he wants to save Ojiro from Tenshin’s brainwashing, from the shackles of being the best and being alone. Something I found especially tragic is that Tenshin likely intended for Kazuki to be the next heir to the Otori throne.

Kazuki, in the way, would be a better XB player than Ojiro because of one thing: he is able to communicate with and understand people. Albeit in the anime, it’s mostly him bossing the other members using his vast knowledge of XB (even knowing just how far he can push the rules, evidenced by the oil spill trick).

This isn’t to say his brains are his only asset: having to hit a ball with your non-dominant arm while the dominant arm is injured, , the speed he runs at and the ease he disarms his opponent, it is clear he hasn’t lost his XB edge. Tribe Nine likes to push home the idea that no matter how powerful, pushing away cooperation will not let you win. Ichinose gets cooked trying to do just that. Ojiro fights with a team during the climax of the anime. And only Zero, who is basically an almost god-like figure, fights alone, but he is tortured by boredom, which is why he sets up Yo’s saga in the first place.

You could say that this speech he gives is something he gives to every child that fails to live up to his expectations, but then look at how he addresses Ojiro.

He doesn’t even see the children as children, just as a number. A potential asset to the Otori name. Kazuki was just a little ahead, having the privilege to be referred to by name. Of the two, Ojiro has been presented as this unfeeling, bloodthirsty juggernaut player of XB who dominates, his pitch being so powerful it can cause internal bleeding to his opponents.

kThe fact Ojiro says this while his back is turned to Kazuki, its almost like he doesn’t believe those words himself, it’s just what he tells himself to keep moving.)

It becomes clear that Ojiro’s motivation behind becoming the best at XB is not driven by winning, otherwise, the rule-breaking tech would be appealing to him (as it was to Tenshin). In the end, it was the horrors of having to best the other children at XB, or risk being eliminated (implied to be killed). Such an upbringing is no doubt scarring. This is very clear with Ojiro, with how he’s juxtaposed with his child self.

A quieter, meeker boy who just wants to be with his friend. He doesn’t care about being first.

And then we have Kazuki, someone who has dreams and wants to make them come true. Cocky, even. It also seems apparent that Ojiro cared less about XB than Kazuki does, this can be seen in the scene they first receive their gear. Kazuki exclaims in wonder, while Ojiro just smiles.

However, it’s a lot subtler with Kazuki. Kazuki’s debut episode starts with him questioning the Minato members for remaining on their high horse while trying to win against Adachi to save Arisugawa. They either win dirty or they risk losing her, to him, there is no ideal way to win, only the optimal one. Would a big dreamer come up with this? Heck, when Arisugawa busts herself out, he’s the one who points out they can stop playing because there’s no rationale behind playing if their goal’s achieved. Would someone who wants to “beat everyone else” be so easily swayed to move on?

We don’t see how Ojiro becomes Q, and how Kazuki matures from a cocky pawn-controller to the competent leader of Trash Tribe. In a way, it feels like they’re returning to embrace their inner child’s wishes. Q gets to be by Kazuki’s side, and vice versa. It gives them happier voices to be around. For Kazuki, he is far more helpful towards the Trash Tribe members than he was to Minato in the anime. Q, on the other hand, goes from a emotionless killing machine to……

Look at his profile picture, a cute penguin. And this chat is just him being completely and utterly afraid of rats. Rats! From this man who killed Shun, who was also portrayed as a juggernaut, the reason for Minato’s success. This can also be seen by the Chiyoda siblings’ almost fanatic worship of him.

(Hina, i love you but his eng dub VA is literally Corpse Husband.)

Initially Chapter 3 threw me off, because the secret of Ojiro being Q was basically immediately spilled. It confused me, especially since Q revealed this under no pressure. Then you get to the very end of Chapter 3. Yo is completely entranced by Magata’s promises. Trash Tribe only has one way to win: defeat Magata at XG (become a bigger streamer) and reveal the truth.

(Perhaps Kazuki is hyperaware that there are no ideal solutions, he is the one most guarded against Magata’s promises of utopia)

Q’s entire character in the game is basically an edgelord who wants to atone for his crimes as Lord Ojiro. This was the best time to do so, in the thick of territory of people who despise the Otori family to the point of injuring random people who even have the surname of Otori. Perhaps, the only way to atone is to save the whole of the city, just as how he doomed them in the past. He saves them by breaking them free of the practical cult that Magata has enslaved the citizens of Chiyoda. Then he saves them again by stopping U-DX, at the cost of his life. Then he is revived by Zero, with a catch. An almost devastating catch.

To Q, it is as if his character arc never happened. Q becomes the introverted, quiet person he has always been, except it is no longer a facade, it is all he has left after his memories of Ojiro has left.

Imagine being Kazuki in this moment, his childhood friend, the man he grew up with, the man who abandoned him in a struggle to survive, the man he fought tooth and nail to save from a horrible fate. The man who he fulfilled his childhood dreams with.

All of that is now gone.

It’s a crazy risky choice that the writers made. Erase a powerful arc that just happened. Why does it work? To me, even though the internal change is gone, the external change stays, no memory loss can change that. No memory loss can erase the fact that Ojiro atoned for his sins.

Just look at Kazuki’s reaction. Even in Chapter 2, where Kazuki talks of the suffering caused by the XG rules, the most emotion we get is a slightly down tone. Then look at him after finding out Q no longer remembers his time as Ojiro.

The man of logic and reason’s first reaction is to run out and look for the antagonistic god-figure on his own to demand just what happened. Kazuki, in the game, has always been cool and collected. Nowhere in the game does Kazuki have such wide-eyed, horrified expressions, and nowhere in the game has he ever screamed with such pain. Kazuki in the game is someone people turn to when the situation is bleak, he has the most XB experience out of all of the Trash Tribe members, and he is their leader. But no experience and no leadership skills can allow one to know what to do when the person you’ve cared for the most in your whole life is gone. He’s not dead, but he’s not the same person anymore. Can Kazuki look at Q and recognise his childhood friend? I doubt so.

The rest of Trash Tribe doesn’t get the chance to know that Q lost his memories. Kazuki has to lose his childhood friend after fighting to get him back. We don’t know how much Q has lost, after all, he still rushes to Kazuki first, but we know he’s lost too much to carry the bloody legacy of Ojiro Otori, and he should not have to anymore. In a way, it’s a good thing for Q, to be free of the pain of knowing what a horrible person he used to be. But it’s not good for him as a character. Kazuki said it best: “He carried the weight of that name and was tortured by guilt… He had to change his appearance and his name, and had to run from his past. But for the sake of this city and his friends, he chose to face his past! Do you have any idea how much it takes to make that decision, Zero?!”

And all the resilience. The courage. The determination to be honest and face his past. It’s gone, because Q doesn’t have the memory of making that choice. Kazuki has to carry this all on his own, with no one who shares the memories that he values so dearly. In a way, to Kazuki, Ojiro died. Yet he can’t just say that, because Q is still alive, and Q has to be Ojiro, even if only physically. This is truly the doomed yaoi.

Chat, this is only Chapter 3. Especially with how they set up Yo to be a toxic main character? We might be cooked. Very cooked.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, I’ll go and cry in my be now

[committingwarcr1mes]

the fact that griffith really gave up his dream for guts. like. i often see griffith antis (in ru fandom mostly but whatever) make stupid nonsensical jokes implying that griffith has always been ready to give up on his friends (and guts either) under any circumstances for his dream just because he’s evil narcissistic sociopath etc (you know these things right), and again: THEY DON’T MAKE ANY SENSE. cause the fact is (it’s very obvious btw) that griffith already did give up his dream once for guts, but next time he already believed that it doesn’t worth it so he choose gay batman suit yeah

rejection was very painful to him. and he was so messed up that came to charlotte just to feel loved by someone who’s so openly showed her feelings. and i thought why didn’t he came to casca then, knowing she also has some affection for him, like because he assumed that she could refuse? or because that intercourse was an act of self harm or smth like that, huh? i mean, griffith must know what consequences could occur after having extramarital sex with the daughter of the king. he dishonored her, and it doesn’t matter if she wanted it or not. maybe it wouldn’t be the torture (though it’s exactly that’s happened), but it obviously would be something severe — and as minimum, he could easily be executed for that. well yes, griffith was completely disturbed and shattered at that moment, but idk at least a sense of self-preservation must be present, doesn’t it? idk how to explain, it’s just i know how it’s going on. you know exactly that you most likely will fuck it up, but you’re so out of your mind that you don’t care anymore, nothing seems worse, or vice versa: you need something worse to happen just to let go of the current hideous feeling. in any case, guts’ exit was too painful for griffith that even the fact of the mighty risk to lose and depreciate all his works didn’t matter.

nothing matter since guts left him

i feel like i said a pretty obvious thing but amount of people not getting it and thinking of griffith as hard-hearted gold digger asshole who never cared of anyone ever in his life because he’s evil by nature is stunning me

[chillian-murphy]

💨🍃 CILLIAN MURPHY CHARACTERS AND CANNABIS HEADCANONS🍃💨

In celebration of 4/20. This is gonna be more jankily written than other headcanon lists for obvious reasons.

TOMMY SHELBY

*Takes a 100mg indica edible in hopes that it would calm him down or help him fall asleep or put him in a coma or something

*It does not

*Now he's just sitting there, too lazy to move, but instead of it being relaxing he just feels trapped in his own body

*Wonders if he's in purgatory and is undeserving of both heaven and hell

*Oh god now the dry mouth is setting in

*Would feel a thousand times better if he just drank some water and ate something

*Is too stubborn to drink water and eat something, he's Tommy fucking Shelby

*Dude seriously just have a little snack and a gatorade

JACKSON RIPPNER

*Generally stays away from anything that he thinks dulls his sense

*Likes to occasionally use weed as a way to get his target's guards down and to "bond" with them to gain their trust

*Offering to pass the joint around is a great way to make friends, even if you're as much of an asshole as Jackson

*Loves watching his victims get giggly and talkative

*Tries not to partake so he can keep his mind sharp, using slight of hand to distract people from noticing how he never takes a hit, but can't always resist the urge

*Hit the joint a little too hard and accidentally got really into Joe Rogan's podcast

JONATHAN CRANE

*Purposefully seeks out the shit that makes him paranoid

*Uses it as a way to come up with new nightmare scenarios to torture people with

*This process is pretty hit or miss, though. Sometimes it helps him come up with incomprehensible horrors, sometimes it's the stupidest shit known to man.

*One time came up with the genuinely horrifying "what if every time I felt weird about something in public, I was intercepting the thoughts of people who wished to harm me?"

*Another time came up with "what I looked to hard at my fingers and it turned out my finger had its own smaller fingers?"

*Mostly just thinks the neighbors are spying on him when he masturbates

ROBERT FISCHER

*Has the best equipment money can buy for getting zooted

*Claims it helps him escape from his own brain

*Hires someone to pick out strains for him like a weed sommelier

*Likes to get crossfaded, so his weed sommelier and his actual sommelier are on a first-name basis with one another

*Preferred consumption method is using a dry herb vape, he finds that taste the cleanest and gets him the highest

*Becomes very tactile while high and his favorite thing to do is get a massage

NEIL LEWIS

*Not super picky about strains, but tends to opt for Blue Dream because it's cheap and reliable

*Likes to fo classic stoner shit: chill, watch movies, go on walks, invent new snacks

*texts you "🅱️ ambuger 🅱️ elper" five times in a row and does not elaborate

*realizes that it would be a genius idea to have a Cheech and Chong marathon at the shop on 4/20, texts everyone he knows about it

*"What do you think we're doing right now, asshole?!?" responses from Lucien and Jonathan

*... Oh, right, he was supposed to be at work an hour ago

KITTEN BRADEN

*Actually the only character on this list to smoke weed on-screen, if you can believe it

*Hates just sitting around doing nothing when she smokes, wants to go out and do something

*Her favorite is lighting up before going out dancing, it just makes being out and about so much more *fun*

*Would love buying gold-trimmed rolling papers off of Etsy if it had been around in her weed smoking heyday.

*Considers herself a genius for realizing that you can use a bobby pin as a roach holder

[fictional-twink-bracket]

Round 2 Side B Poll 10

(PT: Round 2 Side B Poll 10)

Propaganda

(PT: Propaganda)

Giorno Giovanna

There is no reason to place your hand on your friends waist while you help him aim a gun. In the manga, his hand is reaching into Mista's pants.

In the healing scene, Narancia is shocked because it looks like Giorno is giving Mista a handjob. Mista also tells him to "atleast take off his clothes first" in the game. No one brings up the fact that Narancia couldn't see Gold Experience. If he wasn't using his stand, then what was he doing?

Battamonda

He is the twink of all time. The only thing people who like him and people who don't like him agree on is that they hate him. He does things to people. Originally, his arc was supposed to end after ten episodes of being the main villain. (The series are always around 50 eps long.) But he was so well recieved, they actually decided to bring him back in one of the most beautiful arcs i've seen in my life. His characterization is so subtle but also so on the nose that you can guess from his third episode what his entire deal is, but it's never really Clear until they actually dive into his past a little. It's a story about oppression and self-worth and it's told through the craziest twink this franchise has had. HE IS SO PATHETIC AND SUCKS SO MUCH IT'S INSANE. HE WORKS IN CUSTOMER SERVICE AND IS IN FINANCIAL RUINS. HE TRIES TO CRUSH THE DREAMS OF A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD AND IT DOESN'T EVEN WORK. HE CAPTURES AND TORTURES A WOMAN FOR MONTHS WITH THE GOAL OF TRAUMATIZING A DIFFERENT FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. Even when he is reformed, he STILL SUCKS. He remains a bitchy asshole, just that he now tries to help and has attained a sense of self-worth. People who have never even seen the show want to fuck him. THE ANIMATORS WANT TO FUCK HIM. It's so obvious, they give him so many babygirl moments. They gave him a whole ass magical girl transformation where he gives the craziest bedroom eyes while biting his glove FOR NO REASON. Love him or hate him but everyone HAS an opinion on him. He was so crazy and no one does it like him

[bbrissonn]

𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ in which your relationship with quinn was never what you though it was, secrets being keep, one of those being you

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, this does NOT reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn't how i imagine them acting

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warnings: angst, swearing, asshole quinn, not proofread

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: quinn hughes x gn!reader (im pretty sure)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: 4.5k (including lyrics)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ a/n: the ending is kinda shit because i really wanted to post this before the rest of the album came out sooo yeah

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ GUTS series

Hate to give the satisfaction asking how you’re doing now

How’s the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

Just what you wanted

Look at you, cool guy, you got it

I see the parties and diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes

Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise

I love you truly

You gotta laugh at the stupidity

If someone would’ve asked you how to describe yourself a year ago, the words confident, independent and strong would’ve been some you used, but using them now if someone would ask you the same question wouldn't be right. You were no longer that person, the one who always had a smile on her face, one who was always kind and considerate of other’s in the room. No, that you was dead, and it was all his fault. 

When you had met Quinn almost a year ago now, he was the sweetest boy you had ever meet, his personality almost the same as yours. So it was no surprise to you that the two of you ended up hanging out as friends multiple before eventually asked you out on a date. You hesitated at first, scared to ruin your friendship, but the hockey boy was everything you dreamed of in a man, and you knew denying him would be a mistake, so you agreed. 

The two of you then started dating in January, and everything between the two of you was amazing. Sure, you guys didn’t see each other as often as you’d like, with him having practices in the morning and you working until late at night, mainly around the time his games would start. But you made it work, you saw each other at least twice a week, and when time wasn’t in your favour, facetimes were your go-to night time activities. 

But all that changed when summer started approaching, Quinn had let you know months in advance that he’s be heading home for pretty much the whole summer, excited to spend time with his family. Of course, he invited you, but you had the decline the offer, your job would never allow you to take the whole summer off. Thankfully though, you were able to switch your two weeks vacation you had taken in September, and move them to the begin of July.

When you informed your boyfriend you’d be able to join in a month after he left, a weird look creeped up on his face, making your brows furr. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, your head looking away from the TV and over to him. 

“Nothing. It’s just… we’re already a full house. You said you couldn’t come so Jack invited another friend. There’s no more bedroom.” 

“Oh, well, I though we’d just share, you know, I mean we already do.” You explained confused, it seemed pretty obvious to you that you’d be sleeping in the same bed. He was your boyfriend after all, why wouldn’t you sleep in the same bed?

“Right.” His answer was short and quick before his attention was back on the TV. “You’d have to meet my parents, and all my brothers and their friends. It’s a lot of people.” He said, almost as if he was trying to discourage you to go. You shrugged it off, thinking nothing too much of it. Quinn was a shy person, you told yourself he was probably just nervous for his two lives to meet together. 

“That’s okay, I’ll be fine.” You assured him. You didn’t worry much about meeting his brothers and their friends, especially considering the fact that you were the same age as Jack and his friends. You hoped that being the same age as them would make the whole meeting easier, something you had mentioned to your boyfriend everytime he’d talk about you having to meet his brothers, but each time, your statement never seemed to make him change his mind, always acting weird whenever you’d bring it up. 

When the older boy didn’t answer you, you grew anxious. Did he not want you to meet them? Was he too ashamed to bring you home with him? Doubt and self conscious thoughts being to fill your head and you couldn’t help but ask him about it. 

“Do you not want me to come?” You questioned him, your voice shaky and low as your eyes focused on your lap, while his shifted over to your figure. As seconds ticked by, regret overcame you, maybe you should’ve just dropped the subject instead of asking questions. 

“Of course I want you to come.” He lied, he couldn’t tell you the truth, you’d leave him if he did, and that was the last thing he needed. Well, it wasn’t a full lie, Quinn wanted you there, but not as his girlfriend, only had his friend. 

“Then why do you act so weirdly every time we talk about me meeting your family?” You pushed, you were desprated for an answer, you needed to know. 

“‘M not.” 

“But you are, Quinn! You always try and find reasons for me not to meet them. Are you ashamed of me?” You continued. The boy could feel the anger rising in him, he hadn’t signed up for this. An argument was not what he wanted when he walked into your apartment earlier that night, no he expected a silent movie night and sex, that’s the only reason he had even agreed to come over in the first place. 

“God, Y/N, you’re so delusion.” Quinn groaned, pushing himself off the couch, walking towards the front door of the apartment. You were quick on his trail, walking only feets behind him. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Home.” He mumbled, slipping his shoes on, only to find you standing in front of your door with your arms crossed over your chest. 

“No.” 

“Y/N, move.” 

“No. Answer my question, Quinn.” You told him, your voice stern. The boy only rolled his eyes before gently pushing you the side and leaving you all alone in your apartment. This was not how either of you planned this night to go. 

Looking back at it now, that night was the first sign that things were going sour in your newly formed relationship. You knew it at the time, but you refused to acknowledge it, your feelings for the boy overshadowing the red flags being waved in front of you. 

The second sign was not even a week later, the Canucks winning a big game in overtime, and obviously they all wanted to go celebrate with each other and their significant others. Of course, that meant you were invited, you always were. So to say you were confused when Quinn didn’t open the driver door of your car like he always did when you arrived at the bar was an understatement. 

“Get back in the car, Y/N.” He told you as he walked towards the entrance of the bar, only to stop when you yelled out his name. 

“What’s going on with you?” 

“Go home, I’ll find a ride home.” He said hrashly before walking in and joining his teammates at a booth, while you stayed in the freezing cold outside for a solid five minutes, confused as to what had just happened. 

The two of you hadn’t exactly cleared the air after your little argument at your place the previous week, so you just convinced yourself that he was probably still a little angry and just wanted a night alone. But deep down you knew that wasn’t the case, he had called you the next morning acting like nothing happened, and he had been acting that way ever since. 

You should’ve called it quits after that night, go back to his place and pack all your things before going home and packing all of his. But you didn’t, instead you waited until the next morning when he’d called you and act like it didn’t happen, that became his go-to thing after that, acting like you two had no problems. 

The third sign hit you like a truck. The season had ended a little while ago, the Canucks missing the playoffs, meaning Quinn was going to head home soon. He didn’t tell you when, you guess he’d probably stay a month, enjoy some time together before he left for the month and you’d join him in July. 

Only when it was almost one in the afternoon and you still hadn’t heard anything from him, you started getting worried. You went to his place after work, only to find his apartment empty, barely anything left in it. You called him, five times, three voicemails, not answer. Part of you started freaking out a little, deciding to call Pettey to see if he knew anything. You wished more than anything you hadn’t. 

The foreward informed you that the boy had left for New Jersey early in the morning, confused as to why you had asked him. You didn’t answer him, instead hanging up and trying to call Quinn once again, only to be met with the sound of his voicemail. 

It wasn’t until the next morning that your boyfriend answered you, telling you he was staying with his brothers to cheer them on during their playoff run and that he’d be heading to Michigan right after. You had never cried over a boy so much before, having to call in sick to work because of how unwell you felt. He left, no warning, no note, nothing, he just left. Little did you know, the next time you’d see him would end up becoming the worst day of your life. 

‘Cause I’ve made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine

I should’ve known it was strange

You only come out at night

I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, fame fucker

Bleedin’ me dry like a goddamn vampire

A wide smile was plastered on your face as your taxi pulled up in the driveway of Quinn and Jack’s shared summer house, the July sun hitting your skin as you stepped out. After getting all your bags out of the car and paying the driver, you made your way to the front door, choosing to knock on it instead of just barging in. 

The door opened a couple of seconds later, the loud noise of music playing through the house as boy who looked your age opened the door, a confused look on his face. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Is Quinn here?” Your question made a slight chuckle come from the boy, making you a little confused. An awkward smile formed on your face as you realized maybe you had the wrong house. 

“You’re not his type, sweetheart.” The boy chuckle as he leaned against the door frame, making your brows furr. Not his type? What was this guy talking about. 

“Not his type?” 

“Yeah, he’s usually more of a skinny blond guy, at least the one last night was.” The boy explained, making your heart drop. 

“Last night?” You mumbled, hoping that he wasn’t talking about Quinn sleeping with someone else, someone who wasn’t you, who didn’t even look like you. 

“Look, I don’t how you get this address and all, but please leave.” He said before trying to close the door, only you pushed it, keeping it open. 

“I am his girlfriend.” You told him, holding up your phone in his face. Your lock screen being a photo of the two of you in bed, the side of his face pressed against yours as wide smile were present on both your faces. The smirk that was once on the boy’s face dropped, before looking back into the house. 

“I’ll got get him.” He mumbled before closing the door. A minute later, the door opened again, Quinn standing in front of you as a couple of guys were standing behind him, all of them looking at you. Just as the boy from before was about to say something, Quinn stepped outside, slamming the door behind him. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, his tone harsh and mean as tears started to form in your eyes. 

“Did you sleep with another girl last night?” You asked him, your voice small and shaky as your eyes stared into his. 

“Go home, Y/N.” 

“Did you?” You asked again, your voice a little louder this time, frustration building up in you as he avoided your question. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He said, his tone the same as before. 

“You invited me here, Quinn, you said you wanted me to be here!” 

“Well, I don’t anymore! I don’t want you here, Y/N, so go the fuck home!” He yelled, making your jaw drop slightly at his words. 

“You don’t want me here?” You asked after almost a minute of silence, your voice back to being small and shaky. Meanwhile, Quinn was staring at you with anger, rage almost. 

“Yeah. I don’t why in you’re right mind you’d still show up here when I’ve haven’t mentioned you coming here at all in a long fucking time.” He responded, his words slowly cutting your heart in half. He didn’t want you here, he didn’t want you. 

“Oh.” Was all you could say, you’re eyes now staring at the ground beneath you as tears slowly started falling from your eyes. 

“Go home, and leave me the fuck alone, Y//N.” He finished, his tone not changing. Before you even had time to say anything he had disappeared back inside the house, leaving you all alone again. 

You were sat on the steps of the front proch, waiting for a taxi to come pick you and bring you back to the airport. Where were you gonna go? You had no clue. All you knew was that you had the next two weeks off and you weren’t about to spend them in Vancouver. 

Suddenly, the boy who opened the door was sitting next to you, a small awkward smile on his face as you wiped as many tears away as you could. 

“I’m Alex.” The boy said softly, making you look over at him, trying your hardest to smile at him. 

“Y/N.” 

“‘M sorry, about before, what I said.” 

“You got nothing to be sorry about. But, the blond girl you were talking about…” You trailed off, the though of saying the words out loud making you go quiet. 

“He slept with her. She wasn’t the only one this summer.” He told you, making your heart break a little more the more he talked. In all honesty, you didn’t even know who the boy next to you was, Quinn had never mentioned an Alex, but then again you knew they probably had a weird nickname for him like they do for everyone else. The only thing you knew was that he was Jack’s friend, knowing none of Quinn’s friend were here yet. Yet this stranger you’ve known for a couple of minutes has been more open and honest about your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend you weren’t sure at this point, had been during your whole relationship. 

“Save me the pain of knowing how many, would you?” You asked, more tears falling from your eyes. But they weren’t falling because of Quinn, no, tears were rolling down your cheeks because of yourself. How stupid you felt for no noticing how weird he had been acting, well more for just ignoring it, how you should’ve ran away from the moment he was avoiding the subject of you meeting his family and friends. You should’ve ran the moment a girl requested to dm you, warning you about Quinn’s playboy past when she saw the two of you at a bar. You should’ve ran and never look back multiple times, but you never did, your love for the boy too strong for your head to do what was right. You let your heart and emotions control your life, and it’s came back to bit you in the ass. 

“So, I am guessing you don’t wanna know that he never told us he had a girlfriend?” He knew he shouldn’t, your heart was already broken enough, but he needed too. You had travelled all the way from Vancouver for Quinn, only for your relationship to fall apart because of him. He needed you to know the truth. 

“Should I even be surprised at this point? He’s always avoided talking about me meeting any of you.” You scoffed, at the same moment, a taxi pulled up into the driveway. Thankfully, it wasn’t the same one as before, saving you the embarrassment of leaving the taxi the happiness women on earth, only to go back in the most heartbroken one. Alex helped you load your bag in the trunk of the car, silence sitting over the two of you. 

“Take care of yourself. Don’t beat yourself up over that idiot.” 

“I will.”

And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called ‘em crazy too

You’re so convincing

How do you lie without flinching?

(How do you lie? How do you lie? How do you lie?)

Oh, what mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill

Can’t figure out just how you do it and God knows I never will

Went for me and not her

‘Cause girls your age know better

You had decided to spend your two weeks off of work visiting your best friend in Calgary, being with her seemed like the only way Quinn wouldn’t be on your mind 24/7, and you were right. During your time there, you barely thought of the boy, your best friend being a light in your dark world, making you forget all your issues. 

Of course, that all changed the second your plane landed in Vancouver, all your memories of coming here to see Quinn after a road trip coming back to you. And it only got worst once you got to your apartment, one of Quinn’s hoodie before thing you saw when you walked in, tears immediately forming in your eyes. You couldn’t, you had already cried way too many tears over him during your relationship, you couldn’t let yourself cry some more now that he was gone. 

He made clear the state of your relationship when he sent you a simple two word text. We’re done. That was it. No sorries, or any signs that he felt bad, just we’re done. Luckily, you were already in Calgary when he texted you, meaning your best friend was there to make you feel better. But she wasn’t when he came by unannounced to pick up his things. 

It had been two months since your relationship ended, and you were doing horribly. Everything reminded you of him, and of how stupid you were for sticking around, every where you went, he was there, not physically, but in your memories. You had just came back from work when he arrived, knocking loudly on your door scaring you a little. 

When you opened the door, he just walked in, didn’t even look at you or say hi, instead heading straight for your room. He looked the same that he did in July, only his hair was a little longer now. When you joined him in your bedroom, half of his bag was already full, your drawers all opened with your clothes everywhere. 

“Are you at least gonna clean up the mess you’re making in my room?” You asked him, your voice full of anger. There was no way you were gonna let him barge in here with no warnings, then make a mess in your room, not say a single word to you, and then just leave, and if he thought so, he was dead wrong. 

“I am talking to you, Quintin!” You said louder this time, walking towards him and grabbing his bag just as he was about to put some sweatpants in it. His head flew up, giving you a death glare before finally speaking to you. 

“Give it.” 

“No.” 

“Y/N, give me my fucking bag.” He mumbled harshly, reaching out for it only for you to step back. You had the upper hand now, or at least you thought so. 

“You want your bag back? Then clean the fucking mess you made in my room, in which you came in without asking permission.” You said firmly, only making the boy scoff, his glare still present. 

“You’re fucking crazy.” 

“I could call the cops on you right now.” 

“Really? You’d call the cops on me?” 

“Yeah. Clean up, or it’s the cops you’re gonna have the deal with.” 

“You’re seriously fucking insane, Y/N.” Quinn mumbled before ripping his half packed bag out of your hands and storming out of your apartment, leaving you all alone again. Tears of anger started rolling down your face, part of you wanting to chase after him and yell, while the other wanted to just scream into your pillow and cry. You decided on neither, taking in the fact that half his belongings were still in your room. 

The next day, you quickly go into action, cleaning the mess Quinn had made the previous night, all while putting his things aside. When you were done, a pill of clothes was splattered on the floor just outside your room, and you soon joined it with a pair of scissors in your hands. One by one, you started destroying his clothes, letting out all your anger and rage on the pieces of clothing. 

He deserved it, after everything he had put you through in the last year or so, he deserved it, all of it. You showed no mercy, going crazy on the clothes you wore more often than the others, or the ones you knew held a special place in his heart, like his NTDP and Michigan hoodies. 

Next were all the gifts he had given you. It pained you, chopping off the heads of so many adorable teddy bears, but it needed to be done. Those gift were given in a way of saying ‘I love you’ but it didn’t mean anything to him. You didn’t mean anything to him. Everything single thing he had given you was destroyed, but the one that hurt the most was the ring he had gotten you for your birthday, both your initials engraved on the inside of it. Scissors weren’t enough for this, so you made your way to your kitchen, grabbing one of your big knife, doing anything and everything to bend the ring to the point where he couldn’t return it. 

Tears were falling down your cheeks as you placed the ring at the top of the box, above all the other gifts and his clothes, making sure it’d be the first he saw. It felt weird, like you were truly saying goodbye to your relationship. It was the end, after today you’d never see him again. Your boss telling you you could transfer to the compagnies office in Calgary as soon as next week, something your best friend was over the moon about. You’d never have to face the boy who completely broke and changed you, you’d never have to be in the same city as him. 

You didn’t even bother knocking on his door when you dropped off his things, instead just walking in, knowing he barely ever kept his door locked. He was sitting on his couch, a random TV show on the playing when you walked in. You heard him curse under his breath, but you didn’t pay any attention to him, instead dropping the box in the middle of his apartment. 

“I hope you rot in hell, Quintin.” You said harshly before turning around and making your way back out his home. 

“You’re a psycho you know that.” He called out, making you stop right before his door. You turned around, only to see he wasn’t on his couch anymore, now standing about five feet away from you. 

“Yeah? Then what does that make you? I hope one day you’ll feel that you’ve made me feel. That your self esteem is so low that you don’t ever want to leave your apartment. Karma’s a bitch.” You told him before opening his door and walking out. Part of you hope he’d follow you, tell you it was all a big mistake and that he still loved you, that way you’d be able to crush him, making him feel what he made you feel. But you weren’t okay with the fact that he didn’t knowing karma would eventually come back to him. 

And it did.

You said it was true love, but wouldn’t that be hard?

You can’t love anyone ‘cause that you would mean you had a heart

I tried to help you out, now I know that I can’t

‘Cause how you think’s the kind of thing I’ll never understand

A year later, you were sitting in the living room of your shared apartment with your best friend, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when an article caught your eye. Karma had done it’s thing. Barely a month after you left Vancouver, Quinn had found himself a model girlfriend, she was the complete opposite of you, but you didn’t spend any time analyzing everything difference between the two of you like you would’ve done when you first broke up. No, now you just wished nothing more than for her to break his heart. 

And she did. Barely a year into their relationship she cheated on him, publicly, meaning everyone knew about it. Quinn had grown a little famous because of his relationship, meaning almost every city he went in, people would stare at him, teenagers would giggle at him, while adults gave him looks of pity. 

You had ran into Alex during the last season, when the Kings were in town to play against Calgary, and a friendship was born. The two of you talked quite a lot, almost every single day, getting to know each other pretty quickly. The boy soon became like an older brother to you, and you became a little sister to him. 

This new friendship of yours meant if you ever wanted to, you could get updates of Quinn. Hearing that the defenseman was heartbroken over his girlfriend cheating on him brough you the most amount of join you had ever felt in the last two years. You slept amazingly that night, knowing Quinn was in his bed, his heart aching, just like yours was last summer. 

She had done to him, what he had done to you. Only, his was way worst because of the whole affair being public. To you, it felt like you had won. For months, it was him who wasn’t hurting, but now the table had turns. While you slept peacefully each night, Quinn struggled to find sleep, his mind asking himself so many questions. Did she even love him? How many other guys were there? 

One night, your words replayed in his head. Karma was a bitch.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Hi!! I love your work too much and it's the first time asking for a request but I need more baby leviathan 😭 I just can't, he's so cute and breaks my heart so much 🥺 I just want to hug him and comfort him. Could I have a little more? 👉👈

(Sorry for the bad English, I'm still learning since it's not my native language 😔)

Hi dear! Don't worry, your English is good! Sorry it took me so long, life got to me. But, it's finally time to write this lovely request. I made it a little longer than I planed, and I hope it will make up for the wait🧡

Words: ~700

Perfect from every point of view | Leviathan

Have you ever had a dream that you didn't want to repeat? A nightmare that has plagued you all your life? A trauma that you didn't want to forget, only to honor the memory of those who passed away? 

If not, imagine the cold. The Arctic cold goes through your entire body, as if you jumped into an ice hole in the middle of winter, drowned in icy water with a thick layer of ice above the head. These were the feelings Leviathan had when he looked at his baby hands.

Turned into a child. What for? Why him? An injustice he couldn't understand. Especially with his childish mind. It's not fair. It shouldn't be like this, he's the king, he can't be like this! No one can see him like that.

Although he was used to spending time in his office, today it seemed unusually empty. Somehow greater and dreadfully quiet. The furniture was a bit bigger, the footsteps were a bit louder. He even kicked Foras out so he wouldn't come any closer. Levi supposedly knew that his subjects wouldn't do anything to him, he could always hang them, but...  was afraid, and didn't want to admit it to himself. So when the door creaked, he raised his hand, ready to hang the unaware poor guy, but nothing happened.

“It’s just me.” 

A voice, unusually gentle, cut through the silence. Only after a while the boy carefully lowered his hand and turned around, still not coming out from behind the coffin. But he saw. It was you. Stood in the open door, smiling casually. 

Something made him want to trust you. That's good? Bad? Rather bad, after all you can't trust anyone.

“Can I come in? I have something that kids on Earth love. Do you want to try it?” You didn't get an answer, but you thought about it too. “No one in hell has ever tried this.”

With this promise, you managed to tickle his uniqueness.

“Nobody?”

“No, and certainly not made by me.”

Finally, a small, horned head popped out from behind the coffin and looked at you. Enemy? Friend? You were deemed the latter and invited in.

Of course, chocolate-covered bananas weren't the height of culinary genius, but you didn't have time to think or do anything else. Fortunately, the child didn't ask. He just tried thickly covered with cocoa pieces of fruit, and occasionally flinched at a sound you couldn't even hear. The innocent look reminded you of a scared deer, and the sharp facial expressions of a starved, tortured dog. 

You wondered if he would eat this little treat as an adult, or would he despise it? Although currently he looked like he was just eating stress. Or like he actually remembered starving when he was in the cage. You brushed shiny strands of hair from the fair forehead. He let you. Seeing so much terror and pain in those crystal yet dull eyes, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and protect him from the world. Yes, the adult was an asshole, but... You'll think about it when he'll be an adult again. You hoped that you would both just forget about this episode like it never happened and continue to lovehate each other. 

“I’ll spend time with you, okay? You will let me?”

Another moment of consideration passed before he nodded. A lazy afternoon together awaited you, just for you to fall asleep in a coffin together.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

When Levi opened his eyes in the middle of the night, everything was back to normal. You were finally in his arms and not the other way around. Smaller, more fragile, more delicate. Almost everything... from the one percent threat you had been before, you were now none at all in his eyes. Human, a creature full of doubts and capable of lies, chose to live honestly, full of care and warmth. Truly devilish. 

He hugged you tighter and kissed you tenderly on your forehead and then on your nose. As he fell back to sleep, his tired brain recalling a vision that he fortunately had no memory of when he woke up the next morning. Jealousy would consume him. But now? Now in his perfect arms lay the most perfect being.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for wanting to sing to my neighbour?

I, uh, I'll just call myself S (M, I live in a fruit!) was dealing with a bit of boredom because my best friend, P was off on a family reunion. As for my pet snail....huh, I don't know where he was.

My beloved neighbour, who's name also starts with S, hmmmmm, ST! ST was going off to audition for the choir, as he does, he's such an artist, but I was just so bored that I might've uh, dug a pothole where he was riding so he could listen to my song! ST escaped, taking a shortcut, and I may have disguised myself as a singing traffic cop! ST tied me down, but my singing attracted some jellyfish who carried me to the choir.

ST's a great artist, I don't know why everyone says he sings terribly! I think my entrance with the jellyfish and singing miiight've taken the spotlight off him! And you wouldn't ya believe it, they put me in the choir! I even got a moustache!!! But I wanted my inspiration and dearest friend to join me, this was his dream, after all!!!

And he did!!!!.....As a pageturner while I sang the solo.

I don't know, I feel really bad about this!! Looking back, I feel like I was just torturing my dearest friend, I should've advocated more! Or just not done it all, my pet G might've still been around, and I have a bunch of other friends? Like my boss, S....oh jeez, why our all our names S, SC and Mrs P! But I assure you, I am a good person!....Who is feeling really bad about this. I don't like it when ST is sad, I don't want it to be because of me!

Too long didn't read, was I the asshole for annoying my friend on the way to the choir and then taking his spot?

[constancezin]

I always felt that “snapes worst memory” was more painful for Harry than it ever was for Snape.

The kid saw one of his classmates die, was tortured by the man who murdered his parents, forced to duel him, saw ghost his parents, the ghost of the classmate who just died asked him to bring his dead body to his father, he escaped the man who tried to attempt to murder him only to be almost murdered again by one of his followers, then was forced to explain what happened before getting checked out by the healer, broke down in the arms of his best mate mom because it was too much and he just needed a parent to hold him, was basically on house arrest with relatives that hated him, his friends letters are vague and he can tell something is off and he’s tired of being kept in the dark, was attacked by dementors, was informed by the ministry he would be kicked out of the only home he knew then later finding out he would have to attend a hearing to prove his innocence, finds out his friends have been lying to him all summer, forced to stay in a horrible dark house but at least he has his friends, the Weasley, and Sirius, thinks he has to attend the hearing all by himself and he’s scared af, found out his neighbour was a squib, his mentor proved his innocence only to ignore him completely and he doesn’t know what he did wrong, returns to school and everyone hates him and thinks he’s a liar… again, has a horrible dada professor who is out to get him… again, he gets banned from quidditch because he lost his temper on his bully for insulting his dead mom, he’s having these visions and horrible headaches but he can’t confide in anyone because everyone always fails him, he tries to talk to his mentor but he ignoring him, he has a dream that his best mates dad is getting attacked by the snake and to his horror he is the snake and he admits this in front of the Weasleys and he’s scared they may disown him, he’s then forced into the same dark miserable house, and he’s freaking out and doesn’t understand what’s going on, he wants to run away so everyone he’s loved isn’t endangered by him, his best friends sister tells him he’s not being possessed and she knows that because she was, and he feels like shit because if anyone should have remembered he should have, find out his friend Neville’s parents as in the hospital and he notices how embarrassed Neville is and he feels his pain, his headaches and nightmares are getting worse, he’s forced into lessons with the professor who hated and bullied him for reasons he doesn’t understand and during one lesson comes across his professors worst memory…

This isn’t even the full year. And it just gets worse.

For fucks sake if Snape was a half decent man with a backbone he would have told Harry his dad might have been an asshole, but so was he. He could have told the boy who longs for any stories of his parents how brilliant his mom was and how they used to be best friends, instead he just tells him how horrible his dad and friends were. Poor Snape is the victim to bullying when he’s done nothing wrong.

THEN instead he attacks Harry for being a nosey teenager. AND ONCE AGAIN GASLIGHTS HARRY INTO THINKING HE’S THE VICTIM!

Like let 15 year old Harry believe his dad was a great man. Let him have it. He could have told Harry his relationship with James was similar to Harry and Draco’s relationship. Harry would have understood that dynamic more. Most importantly James grew the fuck up, risked his life to fight for the right side, and did everything to keep his baby boy safe… including standing up to his murderer unarmed.

Snape wishes he was even quarter of the man James Potter was. You best believe Lily Potter would have made Snape pay in the afterlife for the way he portrayed her husband and let her son believe his father was a bad human being.

Harry did not deserve to think his father was a horrible person at 15 years old when he had no memory to compare him to. That’s just cruel.

Anon

I love you

Would you marry me?

And to add to this, it is cruel that the only " lived memory" Harry has of his dad is one seen by the eyes of someone who deeply hated him.

But life is cruel...

[vegantinatalist]

What are some poor experiences you've had getting to know men intimately? Just out of curiosity

thankfully never was raped or struck or anything but every one across the board was thoughtless in a dangerous way. medical emergency where i cant speak? they stand there blinking and confused and then leave with 0 concern, not just once but consistently no matter much i explain shit. frustrated? punch hole in the wall, trigger a panic attack in me. im crying because something shitty happened to me? "idk what to say". their friend is a raging dangerous asshole and dropping massive red flags? "oh idk hes not so bad, maybe he is but idk if its my place to say something"

if you ever try to be a real person around them they automatically get irritable. if you dont act like a happy stupid baby 24/7 they are uncomfortable. they are incapable of doing a drop of emotional labor for you and unknowingly expect you to do emotional labor for them 24/7 and will throw a tantrum if you stop. and even if you never stop they will still complain about how no one really emotionally helps them (because we cant reach into their brains and think their thoughts for them and make them emotionally regulated 24/7 with no effort on their part.) even just trying to hang and be friends is impossible because they like nitpicking literally everything and being contradictory or turning literally everything into something about them. they have 0 room for you in their heart and brain even if they really want to. they just dont understand how to think from other peoples perspectives or talk WITH people. theres videos of men admitting it took them like 10 years to realize their wife was a person with a perspective that was actually interesting and not something to just be annoyed at. highkey addictive personalities. women can be addiction prone too but my god i swear its worse with men. they have like 0 ability to resist addictions so on top of their regular personality theyre always pissy and distracted from sugar or caffiene or overeating or drinking or weed or multiple or worse shit. 0 accountability. they genuinely do not fucking think thoughts so you go through rounds of "is this guy fucking with me? is he an abuser?" and "oh wow no hes really just that stupid" on loop endlessly. you cant get them to work on issues unless you pretend its literally entirely out of their control and not their fault because thats how they perceive all their actions to be.

and this is all the least bad kind of man. going up from here you get super condescending and controlling men, delusional religion/magic believing men (who are always psychotically lusty for some reason?) and then just rage filled men who are beaters and rapists some of the worst personal experiences in getting to know men (all different men)-

-finding 4 terabytes of pregnant loli porn on their computer

-finding out they were a more hardcore nazi than any comedic depiction of one could dream of being

-realizing they just straight up left the room after watching me collapse on the floor mumble nonsense and pass out -telling me they want to rape me (i told him to think about optimus prime to calm him down and distract him deadass)

-telling me they want to threaten to eat an animal to make me fuck them (im a vegan animal rights activist) -telling me they fucked a dog before -telling me they groomed a dog to fuck them before (completely different guy from different part of the world)

-they told me my mom was faking it as she literally lay obviously dying (this is not exaggeration it was confirmed by doctors she was in fact dying) -finding out they tortured a kitten on purpose just to hurt all the girls he knew cause he just, didnt like girls (a little boy i thought was nice, no they were not abused in any way) -tried to physically stop me from getting my dog to a vet after he had an obvious neck wound because "im being dramatic" (his money was not on the line here, the neighbors were going to pay because it was their fault, he just wanted to be Right About Something)

-cheated on me ("im sorry i didnt know that counted as cheating!" not officially breaking it off with the last girl before you make moves on me? yeah thats cheating) -cheated on me with my bully and then when she called him a moron for wanting to be with me he told her im sorry (??) -told me to just gorilla glue a gaping infected wound closed Men are literally just illusions they literally dont even exist inside, just dont engage

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 9

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,616

Part 8 ←→ Part 10

Masterlist

Steve realized pretty quickly that sifting through all the bad things he did in search to find Beth meant he had to remember all those terrible things and feel guilty all over again. It was painful and he wished he didn’t have to spend his afternoon laying in bed and hating himself for being such an asshole all those years ago. He was thankful for Nancy, for knocking some sense into him, because if he was still that guy he never would’ve gotten close to the amazing people he knew and loved now. He’d been so lucky to get to know all of them and not worry about things his past self did, at least until now.

So he tried, he tried for so long his head actually hurt. The guilt that filled him was painful but he realized this was karma, for all the wrong he had done. He knew he deserved it so he kept recalling moments, moments to him that were just another day but more than likely ruined some one else’s. He went over every moment of the last five years until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Falling into a deep slumber with a weight on his chest, restricting him from being content until he made up for all the wrong things he had done in his life. Realizing that each of those moments were like nightmares and they had now infiltrated his dreams. The thing about dreams though is they can stunt from the deepest parts of your memory, and that was exactly what happened.

Walking into high school on the first day of freshman year was the scariest moment of most peoples lives. Steve remembered it like yesterday. Fearful of how classes would go, who would be his friends, which social class he would fall into. He knew which on he wanted. So he buried that fear deep inside, tried out for the swim team and basketball team. He made friends with Tommy H and in a short three months he was right where he wanted to be. Popular, untouchable, safe.

So on the first day of sophomore year not even a sliver of that fear reappeared as he walked through those doors. Girls waved, guys from the team slapped his back, Tommy had his arm wrapped around Carol. All was as it should be and they were no longer bottom of the food chain. They were a step closer to the top. The thing about each new year though meant more new freshman, freshman that held all that fear Steve once did. Freshman that were now thrust upon Tommy and his torture.

“Babe look at all these nerds. Fuckin’ freshman man” Tommy giggled, watching all the nervous new kids rush around the halls. Him and Carol were waiting for Steve at his locker, enjoying the show, smelling the fear.

“You were a freshman like two months ago Tommy” Steve chuckled, shoving his bag into the locker and not grabbing any books. Taking class seriously was so not cool.

“That’s my point, it’s our turn to torture them man. I’ve been waiting a whole year for this” Tommy said, removing his arm from Carol’s shoulders to rub his hands together. It was odd how Tommy looked at Freshman like a predator looked at its prey but Steve realized this was just another part of being popular, on how to stay at the top.

“Who’s the first victim baby?” Carol cooed, shrill voice making Steve’s ears ring. He could never understand what Tommy had seen in her.

“We gotta sniff them out, let’s see-.. Oh. Oh yeah, there she is” a devilish grin spread across Tommy’s face as he scanned the freshman hallway, scoping out his first sophomore meal. Steve’s eyes flicked up to see a bigger girl, fear painted across her face. Trembling hands reaching for the lock on her locker, and Tommy looked at her like the cat who ate the canary.

“Ha! She looks like dumbo” Carol giggled, no better than Tommy. Steve felt his heart rate speed up as the two laser focused on the scared new girl.

“Come on man, pick some guy that’s gonna try out for basketball” Steve tried, knowing that it could be seen as lighthearted. Going for the new girl because of her size was just vile.

“Nuh-uh. This one is gonna be fun” and just like that Tommy was stomping in the direction of the girl, shoulders high, and cocky smile perched on his lips.

“Come on Steve, stop being lame” Carol pouted before following Tommy and Steve realized he had no choice if he wanted to stay at the top, stay where people like Tommy couldn’t hurt him.

“Hey new girl” Tommy’s voice faked kindness but the hand slamming the girls locker shut was far from it.

“Uh-uh. Hi” she was almost too scared to look at the boy and Steve felt his palms begin to sweat.

“What’s your name new girl?” Tommy asked, more bite to his tone now and Carol giggled behind him like this was the best thing she’d seen all week.

“Beth” she spit out, glancing nervously between the three. Steve tried to give her a pained look, his eyes softening, features screaming a silent apology he wished she would see long enough to understand.

“What was it? Bertha?” Tommy snickered like he just told the best joke in all of time. Carol gasped before laughing loudly, now gaining the attention of passerby’s.

“It’s Beth” the whole girls body began to shake and Tommy ignored it as he looked back at Carol and Steve.

“Hey guys, welcome the new girl Bertha. Fitting name right?” Tommy pretended to introduce her, waiting for an answer from them both, a test. The answer Tommy was looking for was if they were up for the challenge, if they were going to be one of him or not.

“Very, I mean I’ve never met a skinny girl named Bertha” Carol’s words stung, Steve actually saw the girl flinch and tears begin to form behind her eyes. Kids in the hallway laughed. Tommy and Carol now looking at Steve to see where he chose to stand.

“Welcome Bertha, hopefully you fit in” Steve found himself saying before he could even consider the consequences of his actions. He just so desperately needed somewhere he fit in. He’d been lonely and hurt his entire life. Tears now tumbled down the girls cheeks, kids laughed and Tommy gave an approving smile.

“Don’t be silly Steve, she barely fit through the door” Tommy laughed, hands slapping his knees like he was proud. Steve had just answered his question and even though guilt pooled in his stomach at least now Steve had somewhere he belonged with people who had his back.

“Aw look, someone made Dumbo cry” Carol said between laughs and the girl finally snapped out of it, shoving Steve to the side as she rushed down the hall and to the girls bathroom, sobs raking her body.

“Oh that was too good. Steve, you really got her” Tommy chuckled, patting Steve on the back like a proud father. Steve was smart enough though to know he shouldn’t be proud. He had just hurt someone for his own benefit, and he was officially no better than his own father.

“Alright we had our fun, now try not to flunk the 10th grade” Steve slapped Tommy’s back and started in the direction of his first class, burying the memory of the morning as deep as he could. If he never had to remember the first time he hurt another person he’d be content. The first was always the worst, so he swore to never think of that moment again for as long as he lived.

“Shit!” Steve woke up in a cold sweat, tears rimming his eyes because he realized something worse than he could’ve ever imagined when it came to how he knew Beth. Not only had he bullied her, he was apart of the reason the bullying ever started, why they started to call her Bertha, and he had called her fat. He was no better than anyone else he had been trying to protect her from. He was worse, because he was the reason anyone felt comfortable enough at all to hurt her in the first place.

He needed to talk to someone but he realized very quickly he wasn’t sure who. He could never tell Robin, see the look on her face when she realized he had hurt her best friend, the very person she asked him to try and protect. Dustin would be ashamed too, probably yell at him and he didn’t need some 15 year old kid adding guilt on top of it. So that’s how he found himself dialing the one number he never thought he would have to again, praying that no one else answered the phone. His heart eased when he heard the exact voice he needed to hear.

“Hey, it’s Steve. Could we talk? It’s important” and that was how he found himself sat at the picnic benches outside the high school, a milkshake in front of him that he couldn’t bring himself to drink.

“Oh my God” Steves eyes finally looked up after he retold the story, down to the very last detail.

“I know Nancy, I’m the worst” his heart had been feeling like it would give out since the moment he woke up. It didn’t help that he had to wait until lunch time to meet with Nancy.

“You’re not the worst Steve, you were young and impressionable” this was why he called her, he knew she could be honest instead of judge him for what he did. Or at least hide that she was judging him better than anyone else.

“It’s not any excuse, I knew I was doing something wrong when I did it” Steve shook his head, shoving the milkshake away. Nancy could finish it, it was vanilla, her favorite. The whole reason he had brought them with him.

“Yeah but Steve, Tommy put you on the spot and you were scared. You were desperate to fit in, I would’ve done the same. 90% of the teenagers in that school would too” she told him and Steve sighed, dropping his head into his hands.

“I don’t know how to even make it up to her. No apologies in all of the world could make up for what I did. I can’t believe she ever even agreed to spend time with me. She’s too good, I don’t even deserve her” Steve said and Nancy frowned. She still cared for Steve and it hurt to see him hurting over this. Especially since she had grown to love Beth herself. Nancy reached out to grab one of his hands covering his face, pulling it away and giving it a squeeze.

“That is probably true, but you deserve to be happy and clearly she’s forgiven you. I think she just wants you to forgive yourself” Nancy told him and Steve dropped his other hand, happy that Nancy was kind enough to still comfort him.

“I’m going to spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to her. I just don’t know how I can look at her now knowing what I did” Steve said, squeezing her own hand back. Nancy cracked a smile, proud the boy had grown up from who he was when they met.

“You’ll find a way, you never had any issues looking at pretty girls before” Nancy teased and Steve finally chuckled, feeling more at ease over the fact that Beth might be able to forgive him.

“Thanks Nancy, for everything” he told her, a fond smile on his face as he looked at her.

“Anytime Steve, we’ve fought monsters together before. A little dating advice won’t kill me” Steve laughed as she smiled at him and he let go of her hand to lean over and hug her.

For Steve it was probably not a good idea to meet with Nancy at the high school because Beth was in the cafeteria when she heard whispers start up about Steve Harrington on campus with Nancy Wheeler. She hoped it wasn’t how she thought, that it was some misunderstanding but when she left the cafeteria to take a look for herself all she found. was the pair holding hands and hugging. Just as she began to feel tears burning at the back of her eyes she was interrupted in her empty hallway.

“Ouch Bertha, that’s gotta burn” Colin walked up behind Beth who looked out the window to see Steve still hugging Nancy Wheeler. His skinny and perfect ex girlfriend.

“They’re friends Colin” Beth muttered, stepping away from the window to not watch anymore.

“You’re never just friends with someone you’ve slept with before” he chuckled and Beth found it a bit harder to breathe. She can’t even kiss the boy let alone sleep with him. He had every right to go back to Nancy.

“Please Colin, just drop it” Beth whispered as she started towards her locker, this kid following her.

“No one wants to sleep with the fat girl anyway” he teased and Beth felt the anger bubble up in her chest, thankful for the empty school hallway.

“Stop calling me fat! Holy shit, why are you so fucking obsessed with me? Please find someone else to harass” Beth turned, throwing her arms frantically. She didn’t need his abuse while she came to terms with the fact she had lost Steve as soon as she got him. She was just so over it.

“I’m not obsessed with you, ew” Colin said but his eyes were unconvincing, panic setting in.

“Yes you are, I’ve never seen you bother anyone as much as you do me. Why?” Beth was now asking, an accusing finger poking into his chest. Colin backed up until he hit the locker, Beth no longer scared of assholes like him.

“Because I like you” Beth did not expect this response, her finger dropped instantly and she took a step back.

“What?” she gaped and his eyes dropped.

“I like you. Damn I always have, I never thought you were any different. I had the biggest crush on you and then the football guys heard about Bertha, picked on you and laughed. I realized if I didn’t do the same they’d think I wasn’t one of them” Beth opened her mouth to say something but closed it, she did this for a few moments as she realized her brain was currently malfunctioning due to his confession.

“So you bully me to cover up the fact you like me?” Beth asked and suddenly Colin was whipping his head side to side, praying there was no bystanders to hear this conversation.

“Yes, now drop it. Bertha” he sneered, voice vile with humiliation and embarrassment. Before Beth could say anything more he was rushing off down the hallway.

Never would she have guessed Colin Matterson of all people would have a crush on her, now it made sense why he was always the most mean. Everything Beth thought she knew began to crumble around her, this whole time she hated everyone for seeing her as different and it turns out some people never saw her any different at all. Her biggest bully was probably the first person to ever like her for who she was and she would never understand the world again. Colin Matterson liked her and Steve liked Nancy. She needed to sit down. Maybe the world was off its axis.

As of right now she needed to rethink absolutely everything.

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[gabessquishytum]

We haven't talked about Vampire AUs in a while, have we?

Vampire!Dream who meets with Hob every 100 years, like in canon. Perhaps Hob gained immortality on his own, perhaps from Death, or directly from Dream's magical abilities. Then when Dream is imprisoned, the world changes. Vampires are suddenly out and a common threat. Humanity is mass-producing crosses and spikes. But there seems to be a kind of status quo, not a downright war.

After a while, Dream goes to seek Hob out, but he has trouble finding him. He consults Death because she knows many immortals (she's much more fascinated with them than Dream, Dream is only fascinated with Hob). Death breaks the news – Hob has been taken by a group of vampires. He is a rare blood type that makes vampires super powerful, like cocain and ecstasy and all the good stuff in one. Plus, he is immortal, so a bottomless source of this super drug.

Dream is furious, and Death doesn't help when she mentions that Dream surely knew what danger Hob was in. He did not. He never drank from humans if he didn't have to or came across some real asshole who deserved it. He never drank from Hob and never got so close that he would smell his blood type. But some other vampire did get close to HIS human, and took advantage of him, and STOLE HIM FROM DREAM.

Death hasn't been able to free Hob by herself. Those vampires are many and jacked up on vampire coke. But Dream is ANGRY. And he is frustrated. He hadn't killed any assholes in a hundred years. Fuelled by that he kills all of the vampires and frees Hob, who is very happy to see him. Dream probably admits to himself that he might have feelings for Hob, and Hob for him.

Additional angst: Hob expects Dream to drink from him. The first few days, it's nice that Dream is giving him a break. But then it gets weird and awkward. So he asks Dream when will he be hungry, and Dream is confused. Hob knows that he doesn't drink from humans, and why the hell would he drink from his friend?

Unlimited power. Combined with his magic, Dream would be unstoppable. That is why. It's okay, Hob is honestly happy to give that to Dream voluntarily rather than having it taken from him by heartless captors. Dream is honestly honoured that Hob would trust him with that. But FUCK NO. He would never do that to Hob, much less for something as stupid as endless power. Hob breaks down in happy tears.

- 🚒

Oh hell yeah we love a vampire au around here!

Poor Hob… I’m obsessed with the idea of Dream breaking him out of the place he was being kept, but Hob is so weak he keeps on dying and struggling to recover. His healing abilities have been compromised because he’s been tortured so much. So poor Dream has to watch him die multiple times until his body is finally able to cling on to life.

Dream nurses him back to full health. Hob finds it hard to believe that Dream isn’t even a little tempted to drink from him, and that’s when Dream admits that he loves Hob. The idea of hurting him in any way sickens him. And he doesn’t want that kind of power, anyway. Fuck, he just wants to live in peace with Hob - a proper life where they’re both happy and safe.

Surprise! Hob very much wants that, too. He’s been pining after Dream for centuries. He had absolutely no idea that Dream even liked him, let alone loved him. They make an insane couple, as far as the rest of the world are concerned - humans and vampires can’t be in love! How ridiculous.

Except. They make it work. Dream works on seeking out asshole vampires who are taking advantage of humans. Hob tries to persuade other people that it’s possible to find some kind of equilibrium and live alongside the vampires. Hell, it’s not perfect. But they’re trying their best.

And Dream always comes to Hob’s aid. Even if the danger is just a stove-burn <3