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trina864 · 1 year ago

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Teases and Intercourse | J.JK

Summery: Jungkook and you makes a deal, that he gets to do whatever he wants, the next week. Monday he starts out slow. Paring: Jungkook x Brat!Reader Lyric: "Show you what devotion is..." Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Smut, Fluff Word Count: 4.3K Chapter Guide: Monday Previous / Next Warnings: Female reader. Explicit words. Kissing. Making out. Shirtless Jungkook. Naked reader. f2l. Friends having oral sɛx. Fingering, f!receiving. Oral sɛx, f!receiving, m!receiving. 69. Face riding. Brat!Reader. Dirty talk. Deep throating. Jk kinda shoving readers head over his d!ck. Unprotected intercourse. Reader and Jungkook is not a couple. Taehyung is their friend. Parties at Tae's place. ‣ A/N: Frist one in the series. Seven is the best thing to ever happen, and I mean it. I love it so much, I got so inspired that I had to write. Let's see how this turned out, hope you like it!

Jungkook's and your relationship is hard to put words on. You are not a couple, not friends with benefits, you are simply just Jungkook and Y/N.

Your mutual friends have asked each one of you when it's time to put a title on you, but neither of you can give a pleasing answer.

But there's a good reason to it being like this. A reason which makes it impossible for you to commit to a serious relationship with him. The both of you are really bad at commitment.

Even if you wanted to be in a relationship with him, you fear that you can't stay with only him, and you aren’t one for an open relationship.

You have kissed before, at Taehyung's parties. You have made out in front of all your friends at an dare which Jimin had given you. You flirted wherever you went.

And yet it has never evolved to more than that, not when you both like to keep the cards open.

This is why it surprises you as much as it does when one Sunday morning Jungkook comes knocking at your door.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here?" You ask with a miserable tone. The hungover from last nights party is still evident.

Jungkook walks past you, inviting himself in, and plumps himself down on your baby green couch.

"Well I came to see you." He answer and smile. "How are you after last night?"

"Great." You say with sarcasm overflowing your voice. "No, I'm totally hungover. What about you? You seem fine."

"I am, I held again with the drinks, I know I can't handle them, unlike others." He looks at you with a sly look.

"Yea yea, I know, I can't handle all those drinks, but seriously a girl my age has to enjoy and live life." You defend, you don’t know why you have the need to explain yourself, maybe it's simply because it's Jungkook.

"I know" says Jungkook, "But there's another reason for why I held again yesterday."

"And why is that?" You ask and plump down on the couch in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook hesitates a bit, biting his lips as he usually does. Your eyes stay on his lips longer than you want them to.

"Jungkook, what is it?" You ask again.

"I want to have sex with you." The smirk that is covered on Jungkooks face lets you believe at first that it's a joke, and you reply with a hysterical laughter.

"Ahhh... You're so funny Jungkook." You say as you calm down, but as you look over at Jungkook and see the dead serious expression on his face you shrink in on yourself.

"Wait what, you're for real?" "Of course I'm for real." Jungkook replies looking rather offended. You don't know what to say, your friend, who has been that since your college times is standing in your home and revealing that he wants to have sex with you.

It's not like it's a big shocker for you, you've always known that Jungkook and you has a weird friendship on the edge of being more. And you will never forget how much this boy loves sex. You've never known anyone with as big a dirty mind as Jungkook. But even so it surprises you, where he found the courage to make a stunt like this with you.

Silence follows after, and your thoughts are running wild. Not only are you questioning why he all of a sudden does this, you're also considering his words and imagining if you two really did have sex.

Would it be as good as you've always expected? Or would it just be weird to have sex with a friend?

It's Jungkooks groan that breaks the silence as he throws himself back into the couch.

"Alright let me try again, because this is kinda awkward." He says all flustered and gets up from his seat only to walk over to you.

He towers over you. "I have a proposal for you, Y/N. We know we both want to have sex with each other" You’re about to interrupt him, but he shushes you. "Don't try to lie to me, you clearly don't remember, but you ranted to me yesterday about how good i looked, and that you wanted to have me in your bed, and-" "Okay I got it." You say as you finally understand why he is doing all of this now.

It's your own fault. Your memory opens up for one particular memory that happened last night.

Jungkook has always looked good in black, but his outfit tonight is something else. You walk up to him and he smiles as he sees you. "Y/N! Hey what's up?" Your eyes are focused on his lips and Jungkook notices this right before you get on your tippy toes and pulls him into a heated kiss. He doesn't resists, to be honest he had hoped something like this would happen when Taehyung asked him to come to the party. "Want you Jungkook." Your drunk self whispers in his ear. It makes him shiver and if you weren't this drunk he would've taken you right now.

"What's the proposal?" You sigh and rub over your face. The embarrassment you feel is not invisible to Jungkook and he smirks as he proceeds,

"This next week, I get to do with you whatever I want. You know my kinks and turn ons better than anyone, and I know yours, I wont do anything which I know is uncomfortable to you. After the week we go back to what we are now." He says it like it's so simple, like it makes perfect sense to do something like this.

"So what? You want me to be your play toy for a week?" Jungkook shrugs, "If that's what you want to call it, I would say lover, but hey! That's just the romantic part in me speaking."

There is a look in Jungkooks eyes filled with all the different ideas he has for the week, a dark sinister look.

Your own body starts heating up thinking of all the things Jungkook could do with you. He was right when he said no one knows your kinks better than him, how many times haven't you talked with Jungkook about kinks and turn-ons.

It’s a miracle that you haven’t had sex yet.

Even with your thoughts flying, considering if it would be weird after, or if it would change everything between you and Jungkook, you know there is no other answer than yes.

But you won't give in that easily, the brat in you can't allow that.

"I don't know Jungkook, I'm not sure you could satisfy me." Jungkook catches the sarcasm in your voice, and he feels relieved that you are slowly agreeing to his crazy idea. He wasn't sure you would say yes, and even if he hide it well, the nervousness would not leave his body before now.

His eyes darkens at your comment, they're hypnotic to you whenever they do that. "Oh you don't think so?" He asks walking closer to you and taking your chin in a strong hold.

"No I really don't." You say. "I'll have to show you then."

He squats down in front of you only to take your lips in a heated powerful kiss. You moan into the kiss as his hands explores your thighs and hips, lastly finding their spot on your waist.

Your own hands tangles in his hair, and pushes him forward into you.

As fast as it starts as quickly it ends and Jungkook pulls back.

"Ah ah," He say as if scolding a little baby "The deal starts tomorrow, not today, I asked for a week so that's what I'll get."

You whine, but get an idea.

"Why don't you just stay here then?" You ask and you lean back on the couch.

"Stay here? What?" Jungkook takes his place beside you and swings an arm around you.

"Yeah, the deal starts tomorrow, and tomorrow starts at midnight. You could stay for dinner and movies, and then when midnight hits, we could finally start our deal." You say and hug Jungkooks arm closer to you.

"I don't see any problem with that, I don't have work tomorrow anyways, but what about your work?" He ask. "I work from home tomorrow."

And like that the deal is settled. The whole day you walk with butterflies in your stomach thinking about the deal. You and Jungkook uses most of the day binging series you've already watched and making food.

Taehyung came over shortly to drop off a coat you had forgotten the day before. To say that he was surprised as he saw Jungkook there was an understatement, but he didn't question it knowing that your relationship is impossible to understand.

As dinner is over and everything cleaned you two walk back to your room, talking about all and nothing, about the party, about your common interests.

You’re in the middle of conversing about drawing and which pencils you like to use the most when your alarm goes off and the clock hits midnight.

"You sat an alarm?" Jungkook laughs as you hurry to turn it off.

"Don't tease me! I just wanted to be sure when it was midnight." You say, but still Jungkook jokes about it. "Oh yea, eager much?"

"I'm not eager! I just wanted to be sure." You say and finally turn the alarm off.

"Mhm, and I just wanted to sit and do nothing when I made you that offer." He jokes a smug look on his face as he moves himself closer to you.

The air around you suddenly changes, there is no more laughter or sarcasm, instead the room fills with sexual desire.

Jungkook now moves very close to you. His tatted hand comes up to get a strand of hair out of your face.

His hand rests where your neck and jaw meets, and you feel yourself slowly turn into a puddle at the anticipation. "You and I would be the perfect couple y'know?" He says. "How so?" You ask with a hitched breath.

Jungkook pushes you softly back into the bed and slowly crawls up over your body. There he stays as he starts explaining himself.

"We both have the same interests, and we're similar in the way we joke around, yet we're not too much alike to bore each other. And of course there's the sexual aspect of it all." He say, smirking as his eyes scans over your face.

Jungkook moves down to kiss you which you happily agrees to, the kiss is not heated in the same way it had been earlier the day, it’s softer, slower.

"We're also both not into commitment." You say between kisses, "It would never work."

Jungkook smiles into the kiss, "Let's see about that."

None of you say anything after that, nothing is left to say. All that is left is the pleasure, the kisses, Jungkooks hands wandering all over you.

There is an eagerness over Jungkook which you can connect to the many times Jungkook has moved a little too close, a little too friendly compared to other friends.

This is his time to feel you, and you him.

He thrust down into you, soft and experimental. He tries again only to figure you out, how your body reacts, where you're most sensitive, all those things he still needs to learn about you. Third time he does it he hits something good enough to make you moan into his mouth.

He smiles succeeding into the kisses which are becoming rougher for every minute, and he thrusts again.

His hands wrap around your thighs, pulls you down aggressively and proceeds to wrap them around his own waist, all while the thrusts keeps going.

You whine as he breaks off the kisses and stops his movements down at your crotch. He looks at you with a smirk that you don’t like, and he says “We're gonna start out slow. No dick tonight."

You who can’t think straight makes a big fuss out of it. How can he rob you from that? How can he make you so flustered and then not give his cock to you?

"Ah, ah. No complaints." Jungkook says as his hand massage your thigh.

"But how am I gonna be satisfied if I can't get your dick tonight?" You sigh. Jungkook looks at you with a raised brow and a playful smile.

"I can make you scream for me to stop without using my dick. And that's a promise." You scuff.

You know he's right, but the brat in you will never admit to that.

"You don't believe me?" He ask. His eyes are filled with desire, his hand on your thigh goes lower and rougher.

"No, I don't" You say, and even though Jungkook can see right through you he jumps into the play.

"Well then I gotta prove it. Shirt and pants of, now." He commands as he lifts himself up from you. He watches with eyes that could be devastated as you lift your shirt off and button your pants down you are left in only underwear.

Jungkook attaches himself to your neck, kissing and sucking, the sounds he can make on your neck are sinful.

He helps you with the rest of your clothes, unclasping your bra, and pulling down your panties.

Only when you lay totally naked in front of him does he come of your neck to take a good look at you.

You're like a goddess to him, your body shines in front of him as if the sun is radiating off of you. The curves of your body and the rise of your chests are all like sweet pleasures in his eyes. Even though Jungkook had often wondered what you looked like this is nothing to compare to his imagines.

You shy in front of him, but he makes it his mission to make you comfortable when he crawls over your body and places himself between your legs, his hand goes through every curve and every dip, feeling them all up, feeling you up.

“You look so fucking alluring like this Y/N.” His lips trace the shell of your ear. Shivers goes down your spine, with how Jungkook makes you feel.

Your hands wander down to where his shirt tucks into his pants and you yank at the material nearly ripping it. He helps you slide the shirt off his body. As the shirt is off you nearly drool with red lustful eyes.

How was he this sexy, you knew Jungkook was trained and buff, but holy god, he's not just buff, it's the way his waist is formed, his shoulders broad and one covered in tattoos.

It's everything about him.

He uses the time of your admiration to slowly creep his hands up your thighs, and as he reach his desired destination he attacks it with skilled hands. Your mouth forms into an 'o' and your head falls back.

His long slim finger is circling around your clit, slow and easy, but the friction is enough to make you yelp into the arm you had thrown over your head. He lowers himself down to where his hands are, and you can only lay and feel as his breath fans over your throbbing pussy.

You were wet long before your clothes were off, but this only doubles the arousal and that is evident in the sounds it makes as his middle finger opens your folds and makes a long stripe down.

"Goddess, you're soaking, tell me it's all for me." He says and you shutter at the nickname. "Ah-! It's all for you Jungkook..." You manage to moan out and as you do his finger finally enters you.

The intrusion of his finger is unforgiving, and just a few pumps in and out later he adds another finger. He looks up at you while doing so and to say that you’re a hot mess is an understatement.

You’re grunting and begging, and the fact that you’re so fucked out only gives Jungkook more confidence as he curls his fingers inside you and hits your g-spot.

Why you are so obsessed already is a mystery, maybe it’s because you’re sex deprived, it had been months since your last hook up, or maybe it’s just because Jungkook is that good. To be fair you and Jungkook had build a sexual attention for years, now the bomb exploded.

You make eye contact with him. His eyes as lustful as your own. You can't think of anything else than the pleasure happening between your legs which only makes you messier in every movement you make.

Your hips curve against Jungkooks fingers and he adds a third finger. The stretch is perfect and you feel your orgasm move closer. "God! Jung- Jungkook please!" You yelp out and your hands yanks in the bed sheets. Jungkook smirks and the pace quickens as he feels your walls clench around his fingers. "What? You gonna cum?" He asks and blows onto your clit. "Mhm!" You whine out, you're not able to make any words in this moment.

"Need some help?" He asks and before you can even understand what he means his tongue attacks your clit. He laps at your clit swallowing all of your ambrosial juices, he moans when your hand intertwines with his hair and the friction makes your stomach clench.

As his teeth comes out to nip at your clit the water finally overflows and your body goes into overdrive, humping into his fingers and your legs practically locks around his head. Jungkook slurps all of your sweet arousal, every last drop he can get to and you have to peel him off you as it gets too much.

But as he looks up at you with an unsatisfied look, you know that he isn't done yet.

His hands grab onto your thighs hard, he turns you both around so he's lying on his back right under your cunt, and you're sitting on top of him.

"No Jungkook, it's too much." You say and sit lower on his stomach. "So you want me to stop?" Normally Jungkook would've backed away the minute you told him too, but he had made a promise, and he intended to keep it.

You remembered back to his words not too long ago, 'I can make you scream for me to stop and that's a promise.' and you know you can't stop now. You won't let him win this easily.

A daring expression covers your face and Jungkook doesn't hide his smirk. If there was one thing he had dreamed about doing with you it was face riding.

He wraps his hands around your thighs that are resting on either side of his head. The view of your cunt dripping with your previous arousal makes his dick grow in his pants and he knows he'll have to take care of it later.

It's Jungkook who yanks you down onto his face and before you can ask if he's okay, he's licking a big stripe over your entrance. You fall slightly back, your hands rests on his thighs and you lean on them to give Jungkook better access.

He takes his time licking and slurping, taking it slower this time than the first. You can already feel the overstimulation, your body is begging you to pull back, but you push it back and slowly a new pleasure overtakes.

"Fuck.. You taste like candy, I won't ever get tired of this." Jungkook mumbles into your cunt and you push down just a little with a smirk. "You like it that much, huh?" It's the first time Jungkook hears your voice normal after your high, and something in him gets turned on at your dirty talk.

Jungkooks dick grows enough to graze your arm on his thigh. You look back to see the bulge in his sweats, it's big and needy and you just have to turn your focus to it.

He chases your pussy as you get up. "What the fuck are you doing, get back onto my face." He says. You laugh at his comment, but also feel your walls clench. "Are you really this needy for my pussy?" You ask.

Before he can answer you turn around over his face, shifting spots between your right thigh and left thigh, and before he realizes what you're doing, you are again on top of his face.

He doesn't question the new position, he's too hungry for your honey like juices and his tongue does not take anything slow this time. His tongue goes in and out of you and his hands presses you further down to reach deeper into you. Every movement of yours halt at the familiar feeling of loosing every independent thought, you're lightheaded from the speed of Jungkooks tongue.

There is one thought that stays in your mind though, and you like a starved dog, rips Jungkooks sweats down and knead at his boxers where you feel his bulge.

He didn't expect it, he hadn't seen it coming when you turned around just moments before, but oh! He is not complaining. His eyes roll back and he thrust up into your hands. His tongue quickens the pace even more and he grunts as your pace too quickens.

This was not supposed to happen, you should have told him to stop by now, but he's so glad you didn't. This is better than anything he had planned for this night, and when you pull his boxers down and put his cock in your mouth Jungkook totally malfunctions.

Moaning and grunting into your pussy, mumbling something with "Ah- Fuck!", his tongue halts a bit, but never stops, and he actually can't believe that he are doing 69 with you right now. You can't either, but then again there is no thoughts going through your brain other than the pleasure.

You bob your head up and down as good and as precise as you can in this moment, but how good that is you have no idea. It's only cause of Jungkooks grunts and pleases that you think it's going well for you. But it's not enough for you, your head screams for you to take his cock deeper, so you do.

You deep throat him, pushing yourself onto him, and Jungkook looses it completely. His tongue stops the assaults at your pussy and instead he uses his energy to fuck into your mouth. "Oh Shit! Y/N, ye- yea like that." His hands come on top of your head and he pushes just slightly. Gagging around his cock, tears swell in your eyes, Jungkook would've stopped if it wasn't because he knows you like it.

You've always told him you like to be manhandled, to be pushed a bit further than others limits, and this is what you meant.

"Fuuuck, You take it so well, fuck yea! So good for me." He says and a drop of your arousal falls onto his mouth reminding him of what he had been doing before you so sneakily started sucking him off.

It's when Jungkooks tongue picks up where it left with the same pace that you falter. You hump onto his face while he fucks into yours. It's a cycle of pleasure going over you two, and it's just a matter of fact who cum first.

You're not in doubt that it is going to be you. You're already clenching and humping like a mad woman, and Jungkook has in some way regained his mind.

As Jungkooks fingers finds your clit your orgasm finally explodes. Jungkooks dick pops out of your mouth and slaps against your cheek as you fall forwards against his stomach. "Fuck! Jungkook, I'm cumming!" You yell and press yourself as deep onto him as you can. When your high is over Jungkook again insists on you staying, and he holds you over his face as his tongue keeps assaulting your pussy. You know it's still because of the promise, but you are too proud and too stubborn to give in, so instead you find another way to stop him.

Your head once again bobs up and down over his cock. You wrap your tongue around the head of his dick and lick up the precum. Your lips feels pillow soft against his dick, and as you had hoped Jungkook stops the lick at your pussy and instead chases his own high.

His cock twitch inside your mouth and you know it's a question of seconds. Your hands find his balls, you squeeze them softly and lick up the vein on his cock. And just like you Jungkooks orgasm starts. "Fuuuu- uuck." He moans and hammer into your mouth.

His cum coats the back of your throat, your tongue, the inside of your cheeks. It's salty, and sweet and you agree with yourself that you love the combo. As he finishes and finally collapse on the bed, you turn around and lay on top of him.

He is covered in your cum, but he doesn't seem to mind as he smiles up at you and moves a piece of hair from your face.

Jungkook watches as you open your mouth, his cum is everywhere. He gets surprised though when you close your mouth again and swallow with the dirty sound of a loud gulp.

An arm covers his face as he can't hide his smile. You are so good at making him shy.

"That was the best head I've ever had." Jungkook says as he finds the courage to look at you again.

You smile at the compliment. "Thank you, you weren't so bad yourself."

It's so weird to you that you're not feeling weird about what just happened. It's quite peaceful, and there's no awkwardness as there should be when two friends have sex. The only thing that does confuse you is what you and Jungkook are.

You're still not best friends, you're not a couple, you're not just a hook up or friends with benefits, so what the hell are you?

Right now it doesn't matter. Not when you lay beside Jungkook with his arms around you and feel this good. Maybe it'll matter tomorrow morning when you wake up beside Jungkook, but not now.

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lumi-nescentt · 1 year ago

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Rumour Has It

Part 2 - I Know What You Did Last Summer

Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, swearing, mention of cheating and toxic relationship overall

Words: 4.4k

Summary: After choosing Mark, you thought life would get calmer but the Australian's not who you thought he was and with Jenson still in the picture, your relationship might not survive it.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

Years had gone by since Jenson had won it all and lost what he had wanted most in the same day. The Brit had tried to forget you, tried in vain to find someone else that could make his heart beat like you did.

Sadly for Jenson, your relationship with Mark had only evolved from that night in 2009 and you had now been dating for more than 4 years. Your relationship had its ups and downs but you were now living together and it solved most of your problems. Mark was no longer grumpy because he missed you too much and you were more than happy to feel so loved and wanted in your relationship.

The only clouds hovering over your relationship were how Mark was treated at work and his obsession with your friendship with Jenson. According to him, you cared too much about the Brit, gave him too much of your attention and not enough to your boyfriend, as he liked to remind you.

You had watched with the years passing as a countless number of girls hung on Jenson’s arm for a moment before he was back on his own. It had become some sort of running joke in the paddock and everyone was betting on how long Jenson’s new girl would last.

Despite always smiling and joking around, you could sense that something was going on with Jenson. When you had tried to bring it up with him, he had only told you not to worry about it before kissing your forehead and fleeing. Your constant worrying about his happiness didn’t really help the jealousy Mark was feeling but, as you liked to remind him, Jenson was his friend too so he should have been trying to help instead of being a moody git.

When Mark announced his retirement from F1, a lot of people were shocked, you included. For all of the time you spent talking to him, the Australian had never mentioned it to you. It’s not that you felt like you had something to say about it but you had thought changing career was something you’d mention to your girlfriend of 4 years before sharing it to the world.

The Australian, however, didn’t understand why you were upset, which led to one of your first big arguments.

-“ I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me.” you exhaled, trying to explain to him for the fifth time since you had gotten back to your hotel room.

-“ I told you today, just like I did with the rest of the world sweetheart.”

-“ That’s exactly my point, Mark. I learned about it at the same time as everyone else.”

-“ So ?”

-“ I’m your girlfriend, I hoped that it was a good enough reason for you to talk to me about those kinds of things.”

-“ Yeah well as my girlfriend like you said, I thought you’d be happier for me.” Mark grumbled, feeling himself starts to get more annoyed

-“ That’s not the point, you know I’m happy you’re moving on. You know damn well what I think about how you got treated so don’t pull that card on me right now.” you snapped back, pointing your finger at him “The problem here is that you don’t see why I would’ve liked to know when you were thinking about it and not once it’s a done deal.”

-“ You’re right. I don’t see why you’re upset. As far as I know, this decision concerns my career, not yours, so I don’t see what you would have brought to the conversation.”

-“ Oh for Christ’s sake Mark ! Get your head out of your arse. I’ve never forced you to do anything when it came to your career. I never criticised your work or claimed to know better than you what was good for you so you can stop taking jabs at me and just try to understand why I’m hurt.”

-“ There’s nothing to be hurt about, can you please stop making a fuss ? We have a plane to catch tomorrow and I’m tired.”

-“ Making a fuss ? Are you kidding me ?”

-“ Yes, making a fuss. You’re here cornering me in my hotel room, forcing me to have this argument with you when there’s nothing to talk about.” the Australian sighed loudly, rubbing his hand over his face

-“ Oh, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you with my feelings, Mark. I just thought I could talk about how I felt with my boyfriend but apparently not only doesn’t he want to share things with me but he also doesn’t care about how his actions have an impact on others either because all he thinks about is himself.” you snarled, feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes

-“ Come on sweetheart, please let’s go to bed and talk about it in the morning if you want.”

-“ Don’t call me that ! You don’t get to call me sweetheart right now when you’re making me feel like a shitty girlfriend for caring about you and your goddamn job. I only wanted you to trust me enough to confide in me and understand where I’m coming from. Apparently that’s too much to ask so no, I’m not going to bed with you.” you spat, grabbing your jacket and your purse hurriedly

-“ What are you doing y/n ?”

-“ I’m leaving, enjoy the empty bed Mark.”

-“ Don’t leave alright, I’m sorry. Come lie down for a while, you’ll feel better.” Mark tried, holding out his hand for you from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed

-“ I don’t want to be around you right now, I need you to respect that. I don’t want to say things I’ll regret and I’m tired of arguing so I need some air.”

-“ Where are you going to go ? It’s quite late.”

-“ I’ll find something. If I’m not back by the time we have to leave for the airport, I’ll meet you there.”

-“ You’re not coming back here for the night ?”

-“ I don’t know. Just don’t wait for me, alright ?”

-“ Okay” Mark paused as you made your way to the door “I love you y/n”

You didn’t bother answering, only closing the door behind you before taking a shaky breath, realising what had just happened. You had nowhere to go, your friends here were also Mark’s friends and you knew there was a big chance that he would text around to know where you were. You usually found it sweet, how much he cared about you and how much time he wanted to be around you but tonight you needed a little breathing room.

That’s how you found yourself walking around the city at night, entering in the closest bar you found. You sat yourself at the bar ordering a drink when you heard a familiar sound. You turned around, hoping you had been mistaken but no, there he was. Daniel Ricciardo, the joyful Australian that was set to replace your boyfriend.

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him, Daniel was a lovely guy after all. You had just hoped to escape the whole F1 world and seeing him only reminded you of Mark. You prayed that he wouldn’t see you or that if he did, he wouldn’t come and talk to you because you knew you looked rough. The walk you took had allowed you to let some of the frustration out and you were well aware of the smudged mascara under your eyes.

Sadly for you, Daniel’s eyes found yours and he waved before making his way over to you, quickly followed by someone else.

-“ Well if it isn’t my favourite reporter…” Daniel teased with a grin

-“ Hello Daniel, Jules.” you smiled softly at the French driver who was behind his friend

-“ Where’s the mountain of muscle you call a boyfriend, is he here ?” Daniel asked

-“ Nope.” You smirked before taking a sip of your drink

-“ I know this is probably none of my business but are you alright ? You look like hell.” Daniel tried before getting elbowed by Jules

-“ What Dan is saying is that you can talk to us if something is wrong and also if you don’t want to be alone, you can definitely stay with us until you’re sick of our shit.” Jules kindly offered

-“ That’s really kind of you. Mark and I just argued, nothing bad. I just needed some air.”

-“ Well let’s cheer you up then !” Daniel smiled before taking your hands and dragging you to where they had been sitting

That’s how you ended your night, talking and drinking with two drivers that were 7 years younger than you. In the end, they managed to make you smile and Jules had to push you into the taxi for the airport for you to actually leave them.

When Mark saw you at the airport, still wearing the same outfit as when you left and your puffy eyes, he knew he had royally fucked up. Instead of picking up the argument back from where you guys had left it or scolding you for not telling him where you were or if you were alright, he engulfed you in a hug.

You let yourself melt into his embrace as he whispered how sorry he was about how he had reacted and for not talking to you about his retirement. You were still a bit hurt but hearing him apologising felt good. On top of that, when you stepped back from the hug and saw his teary eyes, you knew holding onto the argument would hurt you both so as pained as you had been, you let the grudge go and linked your fingers with his, ready to go back home.

This fight had been the first big one and you had hoped it would have been the last one but when Mark started his endurance career, everything slowly went sour. You no longer worked together which already took a toll on your relationship but your schedules were also drastically different.

Mark was almost always away when you were home even if he didn’t have to race. You knew how important fitting in with the team was but surely spending all his free time at the Porsche factory in Stuttgart wasn’t necessary. Especially when you had a free weekend which was rare.

The physical distance started to hurt your communication as well and you barely knew what the other was doing at this point. The few times you managed to be home at the same time, you mostly argued and one of you walked out of the conversation. The smallest arguments turned big instantly. Whether it was about how you missed him, which he took as you telling him to work less or about how he thought you saw his friends more than him and got better along with them than he did nowadays.

Jenson got brought up a few times in those arguments. Mark criticising how close you two seemed whenever he tuned in on the F1 broadcast and how he thought you were being too flirty with the Brit for his liking. His jealousy got the better of him during arguments a few times and he brought up the kiss you had shared back in 2009 to make you admit that you were attracted to Jenson.

No matter how often you reminded Mark that despite kissing Jenson, you had chosen to date him, Mark wouldn’t listen. He was convinced you would eventually get with Jenson while he was away. In the end, you got tired of his accusations and whenever he brought the subject up, you didn’t answer, just nodding along until he grew tired of your silence and walked out.

When Jenson texted you in October, asking if he could stay at your place in England the next month so he could visit his family while they hosted a big get-together that had the rooms of his childhood house packed with Buttons, you knew saying yes would be playing with fire but you agreed. After all, Jenson was a friend and all he needed was a place to stay, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong, he would only come back to your place to sleep.

Deep down, you knew Mark would be angry if he heard but he would be away racing in Bahrain so what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. You knew Jenson and him barely talked anymore so the chances of him knowing about his friend’s visit were very slim. Plus, there were no chances of them seeing each other because Jenson had to be in Abu Dhabi on the 16th and Mark had to go to Stuttgart until the 18th to wrap up the season. Nothing could go wrong.

On November 11th, Jenson arrived at your door in Oxford just after dinner so you only had time to show him his room before the two of you went to bed. When you woke up the next day, the smell of breakfast tickling your nose, you froze. Was Mark back earlier than you thought ?

You made your way downstairs as quietly as possible to try and sneak a glance at the person cooking in your kitchen. The weight on your shoulder lifted when you recognised Jenson standing in front of the stove, happily whistling while he cooked.

-“ I didn’t know you could cook…” you teased, making the Brit turn around with a smile as you leaned against the kitchen counter behind him

-“ What can I say, there’s more to me than my handsome face and muscular body…”

-“ I’m glad you didn’t mention your incredible brain, I would have hated to be the one to ruin your illusion.”

-“ If I had known you’d be this mean I wouldn’t have made French toast but I guess I could keep it all to myself…” Jenson feigned offence

-“ Nooo, please Jenson. That’s my favourite breakfast, I’m sorry.” you whined which only made Jenson’s smile bigger

-“ I know, that’s why I made it.”

-“ How ?”

-“ You told me once, I just remembered that’s all…”

-“ I really don’t remember, when was that ?”

-“ If I’m not mistaken it was 2010 at Silverstone.” he shrugged

-“ That’s 4 years ago, there’s no way you still remember something I told you once.”

-“ What can I say, love ? I do listen when you talk. Now let’s eat while it’s warm so go sit.”

-“ Oh so you’re letting me have the breakfast you cooked with my food ?”

-“ Sit down and eat before I change my mind and shove the whole plate in my mouth.”

-“ You’re so dramatic.” you muttered before following him to the dining room

The rest of your day went on normally, Jenson was off to see his grandparents for the day while you just started working on some stuff you had put off and answered some emails.

Deciding to enjoy the fact that it had stopped raining, you got dressed in your sports clothes and headed out for a run, only to return an hour later. You had managed to avoid the rain for most of your workout but it had started pouring while you were still 10 minutes away from your house. Clearly in need of a warm shower and dry clothes, you turned in your driveway, seeing Jenson’s car.

You made your way upstairs, trying to walk as little as possible to avoid soaking the whole floor. The door to Jenson’s room was half-opened but you still knocked, waiting for an answer before you entered. Jenson looked up from where he was sitting on the bed, a book on his lap and glasses on his nose. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a second before coming back to your senses.

-“ Do you need me for anything or did you just come to enjoy the view ?” he teased, not missing the blush creeping on your face when you got caught

-“ I just needed to grab some clothes, get over yourself.”

-“ Do you really have so many clothes that it doesn’t fit your shared dressing room with Mark ?” he joked, getting up to stand next to you

-“ No, that’s not it. Can you please move so I can get what I came in here for ?”

-“ I don’t believe you, I’m sure the closet is overflowing. I’ll go see for myself and prove that you’re a terrible liar !” he said, making his way towards the bedroom you had been sleeping in before getting stopped by your hand on his arm

-“ Jenson please.” you almost whispered, making the Brit turn around, seeing the pained look on your face

-“ What’s going on, y/n ? You know you can talk to me.”

-“ I know. It’s really nothing, don’t worry about it.” you tried to brush it off

-“ If it’s nothing, tell me about it then.” he tried again, sitting back on the bed as you rested your hip against the dresser

-“ I just leave most of my clothes here so I don’t have to go into the bedroom.”

-“ Why wouldn’t you want to go into your own room, I don’t understand. Isn’t it less convenient to sleep in one room and have to go in another to grab some clothes ?”

-“ I don’t sleep in there often.” you confessed, looking at your feet

-“ I thought the big room was the room you two shared ?”

-“ It’s Mark’s room.”

-“ Then it must be yours too, no ?” Jenson tried to wrap his head around what you were telling him as you shook your head

-“ This is my room, this is why my clothes are in there…”

-“ And here I thought Mark couldn’t breathe without having some part of him touching you.” Jenson started to laugh but the sound died in his throat when he heard you sniffle “ Oh God. I’m an idiot, I’m so sorry love. I had no idea things weren’t going well between you two. Here I am joking about it, what a tosser.”

-“ It’s okay, you didn’t know.” you breathed sharply as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you “ You’re going to get soaked…”

-“ It’s okay, that’ll make two of us.” he paused, suddenly unsure of what to say “Do you want to talk about it ?”

-“ I don’t know, maybe.” you confessed, a shiver making your entire body shake

-“ Why don’t you take a warm shower while I make us dinner and we can talk about it over a glass of wine and a warm meal ?”

-“ That sounds really nice but I don’t want to bother you. You’re supposed to be my guest.”

-“ Let me do this for you, y/n, please.”

-“ If you insist. Just don’t burn my kitchen please.” you finally teased before grabbing a change of clothes and heading in the bathroom

Jenson stood in the room for a few minutes, still in shock, before he finally snapped out of it and made his way to the kitchen. He looked through the pantries and the fridge, trying to find something to cook on his own before giving up and pressing the call button on his phone.

When you emerged from the shower an hour later, you could hear Jenson talking on the phone. Not wanting to bother him, you quietly made your way to the kitchen and sat on one of the stools in front of the kitchen island. The noise made Jenson turn around and he couldn’t help the smile that erupted when he saw how relaxed you look.

-“ Thank you, Ma. I have to go but I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jenson waved before hanging up the video call

-“ Your mom seems nice.”

-“ She really is. Nice enough to pick up and help me cook something decent.”

-“ I’m not a picky eater, I would’ve been fine with some leftovers I have in the freezer, you know ?”

-“ I know, I just wanted to make something nice and reheating something didn’t mean the same thing as actually cooking.”

-“ What did you make then Gordon Ramsay ?”

-“ Don’t get your hopes up, I just made cottage pie.” Jenson laughed before you almost launched yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. “ If I had known cooking for you was the way to get you to hug me like that, I would’ve done it earlier.”

-“ Don’t ruin the moment, Jense.”

-“ Sorry.”

-“ Thank you.”

-“ It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

-“ Still, thank you for being here.”

Before he could add something else, you had slipped from his embrace and started setting the table for the two of you. Jenson didn’t push you to talk and instead just helped you silently, reaching for the wine glasses that were out of your reach anc checking on the pie that was just done cooking.

Once everything was ready, the two of you sat down at the table and he let you bring up whatever topic you wanted to talk about. He could tell you were nervous to talk about the elephant in the room. You weren’t really looking at him directly and you kept drinking wine to try to relax.

Once you had reached dessert, Jenson finally brought it up again. He couldn’t help but notice the way you tensed and dropped your spoon a little hard before motioning for him to follow you in the living room instead.

You sat at one end of the couch as he sat on the opposite end, trying in vain to make you look at him but you couldn’t. You knew that the instant you started talking and saw his face, you’d be crying again and you had way too much to talk about.

You took a deep breath before you finally opened your mouth to speak. You and Mark had gone to Australia for the summer break before he had to start training again like you always had since you had been dating. You had planned on staying a week at his parents’ house so he could see them and his sister at the same time.

You usually loved seeing the Webbers, they were extremely kind to you and his sister Leanne absolutely loved having you around because you made Mark a little more bearable, her words not yours. However this year, the argument about Mark’s retirement still hung over your heads and you could tell that it was starting to keep you apart.

Once you were settled in, Mark went out on his own for a few hours to clear his head. You had found it weird but since it was the first time you hadn’t asked anything. When he left at the same time the next day and the day after, always leaving for a few hours without telling anyone, you started asking him questions only to be answered with dry comments about how it wasn’t your business.

On the fourth day, you had finally snapped and the two of you had started arguing which had ended with him walking out while you cried in your shared bedroom. Alerted by the noise, Leanne had came to check on you and you didn’t have to explain what had happened because the screaming match had been heard from the living room where she had been standing with her dad.

You didn’t expect her to pick a side in the fight or to defend you and confront Mark but just like she had heard your argument, you had heard your boyfriend being scolded by his older sister.

Mark obviously didn’t like that and as soon as his sister went back home and his parents went for a walk, he was back in your room to argue again. He didn’t even flinch when you started crying in front of him or when you called his sister to ask if you could stay at her place for the night.

Two days later when Mark went out again, Leanne convinced you to go with her to try and see where he escaped to everyday. You had parked on the opposite side of the road from where Mark was sitting in a coffee shop apparently waiting for someone. You had zoned out, checking your phone out of boredom when Leanne had inhaled sharply before cursing her brother.

The insult made you look up and you watched as Mark kissed someone else. You blinked, hoping you had imagined it but when you opened your eyes again Mark was still kissing her. It took you a few more seconds to realise that the woman he was kissing wasn’t a stranger but actually his manager.

You had to stop Leanne from getting out of the car and catching him red handed. You made her promise not to tell anyone and for once, the very talkative Australian just nodded and brought you back to her parents’ place without a word.

Mark still had no idea you knew about his affair and you didn’t plan on telling him which bothered Jenson. How could Mark not know when you weren’t even sleeping in the same room anymore. You just shrugged and explained that with how often you two were fighting, it didn’t seem odd.

The thought that his friend could do this to you made his blood boil and he really didn’t understand why you didn’t leave him. When he asked you, you admitted that Mark was all you knew and you barely saw him anymore anyway so you clung onto the small parts of normality you could: your house, the habits you had here and even though it pained you, the memories of the good times with Mark.

Once you were done talking, you finally looked up and as soon as Jenson saw your tear-stained cheeks, he brought you closer to him. Your head nestled against his shoulder as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm, trying to comfort you. You must have fallen asleep against him because when you opened your eyes again, you were tucked in your bed and the sun was starting to shine brightly despite the November cold.

Jenson was already gone so you didn’t even get to thank him right away. When he came back, he just shrugged it off and placed a kiss on the top of your head before going to take a shower. To you it seemed like everything was back to normal between you but Jenson had promised himself he’d try to convince you to leave Mark before he left. Or at least to bring back a genuine smile on your face for good, no matter what it took.

#mark webber x reader #jenson button x reader #mark webber #jenson button #f1 #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 scenario #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n

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lagomorphics · 19 days ago

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Majora's Mask remaster for the Nintendo Switch OLED screen could you please make a relationship chart for your AU's 🥹👉👈

ABSOLUTELY. SMILES. i've only made charts for narigoatlamb / narilamb but at some point i'll probably do some big charts including the bishops and other side characters :)

PUTTING IT UNDER THE CUT THOUGH BECAUSE THIS GETS. VERY VERY LONG. because i looove overexplaining myself <3

starting with lucky card!! since i'm still working out everything for how i want these threes dynamics to evolve i only have one version of their relationship </3 but heres my longass ramble on each dynamic:

Ines and Jahel's relationship kinda takes front and center for most of the au, since they're in close proximity most of the time, and they care about eachother A LOT. pre-Ines' deal they were 'friends', and only got closer because of All This Mess. Ines likes the fact they can be themself around Jahel, and Jahel loves Ines for all their snark and charm <3

Ines and Nari spend a lot of time having a very hot n cold relationship. Narinder usually texts Ines and holds the deal over their head to get them to go somewhere or come to the casino for something, which pisses Ines OFF because they like DOING THINGS, NARINDER. Nari has a very hard time being emotional and is practically A Wall, and Ines is. well. the opposite. Ines does think Nari is extremely hot, and (while annoyed) does go along with the deal they have, but it's only really late into things do they actually start to genuinely Fall for Nari. Nari falls first, because Ines' presence starts becoming less of an annoyance and more of something she.. really enjoys. Sorry about the divorce in their future

AND FOR THE MOST STRANGE OF THE BUNCH. HOO BOY. Nari does NOT trust Jahel (for very funny reasons. haha. lmao. lol.) and thinks they're going to ruin everything she has been trying to accomplish. Jahel is doing everything they can to convince her like "hey. i know. i swear i'm not that." but its. a very very slow process. The two probably wouldn't ever be alone with oneanother until like halfway through the plot, where Nari DOES try to kill Jahel. lol. it's fine. I'd say after that they'd start trying to get along a little better. They don't fall in love until post Nari's 'defeat' though

i also included a little funny. Jahel has another connection that they feel very very conflicted about :) wow i wonder who that is. aha. whaat. runs away extremely fast.

SNAH au <33 three lil versions of their dynamic evolving (can you tell i REALLY rotate this au around)

to start off; when Narinder was TOWW, Lambert was VERY infatuated with him, to the point that they kinda convinced themself that despite how much he talks about sacrifice, they would be the exception. To TOWW though, he grew to care about them and admired how vengeful they were, but watched as that vengence slowly cooled and mellowed out, almost resenting it. He always planned to sacrifice them, because to him; what's a greater honour than that? he promised he'd make theirs meaningful, though. Obviously Lambert did not like this in the slightest.

Post-defeat and for the early days of their relationship, Nari just kinda hated them really bad. To him, Lambert took EVERYTHING from him, including his own death. my Nari is.... not the most stable at the start? he struggles a lot mentally, and (if the day ever came) he knew he wanted death to be his end, to not even have That pissed him off. Lambert, however, still has lingering feelings for him, because at the end of the day, Narinder was like a friend to them. he did listen to them, let them spend time with him, gave them advice etc etc... so it hurts a lot to know that a) he was gonna sacrifice them (they are very pissed off about that still) and b) he is actively making everything difficult. it does not help that Nari is able to read minds and can use magic, hes causing problems and its stressing them out </3

they do eventually get to a point of being friendly though!

AND THE LAST ONE. so in SNAH, Nari DOES die at a specific point (lol), and it is an extremely rough time for both of them because Narinder realises Oh actually. i dont want to die. and his time in the afterlife is horrible, and Lambert is freaking the hell out because Holy shit. Hes dead. Oh my god. They actually personally go and retrieve his soul because the last thing they wanted was to potentially fail the resurrection ritual, but after all that happens they both just... grow closer. Narinder realises that Lambert cares about him so much, always reaches out for him and is ready to catch him at any moment. He realises he does still care about them, and he also starts to appreciate mortal life and everything way more. what dying does to a mf.

Nari dying also made Lambert realise their infatuation HAD changed into being genuine love and care, and also it hurt really bad to see him like that. it also helped them connect better to the domain they now rule over, and just... they realise that they never want to see him hurting like that again. they really do love him and want him by their side, if he wants that too. (they get. way better at Being Normal about their own emotions)

AH!!! AGH!!! (BLOWS UP)

#asks #joffy time #lucky card au #snah au #something new always home au #SMIIILES. SMIIIILES I LOOOVE TALKING ABOUT MY AUS

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bubblesandgutz · 7 months ago

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Every Record I Own - Day 824: Shellac At Action Park

I'm still wrapping my head around the news that Steve Albini is no longer with us.

I first heard Big Black on a mixtape my friend made me back in 1992. The song was "Jordan Minnesota." It was mean and ferocious and sounded like nothing else I'd heard before. I went out and bought the Hammer Party CD that compiled their earliest EPs soon after. It was a tough listen, but as was so often the case in those pre-internet / teenage years of the early '90s, if you plunked down your allowance money on a CD of "difficult" music, you didn't give up on it after a cursory listen. I stuck with it until those "difficult" songs eventually became anthems of teenage alienation.

There was another interesting angle to the Hammer Party CD: there were extensive liner notes that outlined the band's operating strategy. They were a DIY band uninterested in the music business. They were principled. They were nerdy, unassuming looking people. But the music they made was scarier than any metal band.

Big Black songs were almost always written from the villain's perspective. They were unvarnished narratives about unsavory characters. "Jordan Minnesota" was about a child molester. "Seth" is about a racist. "Columbian Necktie" is about a drug cartel hitman.

Terms like "incel" and "edgelord" didn't exist back then. But there was definitely a streak of impotent male rage and deliberate controversy in Big Black's music. In recent years, Steve Albini made a point of acknowledging those attributes in his music and apologizing for his role in elevating a culture of targeted mean-spiritedness. I think it was a noble gesture on his part, though I thought it was always fairly obvious that Big Black wasn't glorifying the behavior of the characters in their songs. It was about making art that acknowledged the awful side of humanity. Rather than sweeping the ugliness under the rug, Big Black dragged the creeps into the spotlight and shouted "look at these fucking assholes."

If Big Black defined high school, Shellac helped define my college years. The lyrical subject matter was less antagonistic, but the music seemed colder. It was sparse. Austere. Deliberately scaled back to the point of seeming mechanical. The bombast of Big Black was replaced by the tension of Shellac. At this point, you knew what Albini was capable of, but now he was the poker player who was keeping a straight face and playing his cards cautiously.

By the time At Action Park came out, Albini was a person of note outside of his bands. I remember reading his article in Maximum Rock N Roll on major labels and how the promise of riches really just meant other people in the music industry taking a slice of the artist's budget and eliminating any chance of future royalties. His engineering credentials were already legendary, and his recording philosophy played a major role in shaping my own attitude towards making records.

Russian Circles have recorded at Albini's studio half a dozen times at this point. And while we've never worked with Albini at the board, he was often lingering around the building, working on sessions in the other studio or puttering around working on things. He was exactly like you'd expect him to be. Smart. Opinionated. Quick with a sharp reply.

He was by no means infallible. His assessment of Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville back in 1993 was pretty gross. He's made a point of vocalizing his regret over naming a band Rapeman. But considering that he's been a firebrand for over 40 years, I'd say Albini did a fairly good job of ruffling feathers while sticking up for the downtrodden. He was a man of artistic ideals and principles who managed to stick to his guns while shaping the industry around him. He was an artist who was able to develop and evolve his sound over the course of several decades while also retaining the initial vision and spark in his work. He was impervious to fads yet somehow always relevant.

RIP Steve. You were one of a kind.

#everyrecordiown #shellac #steve albini

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morimonchi · 10 months ago

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I made a list of all Real and AI characters in Duel Links so far! (with some of my own theories too)

So, one day I decided to take the time to investigate/study the lore of Duel Links because the voices in my head won’t shut up, is not an easy task since not many people archived that much info of the events and lore of this game until recent years. So, with the help of talking with some people online, the insane and cool people of Tumblr obsessed with this game and its lore as much as I am, and me playing the game myself and seeing the event and making my own theories, I ended up with this list! Warning: is a very long wall of text.

(shoutout to @cyberdragoninfinity and @fortuneangel on Tumblr, they are very cool and obsessed with the Duel Links lore which is based and their posts helped me out a lot, I even copy-pasted from some of Cyberdragoninfinity’s lore posts and Fortuneangel's own list because turns out they made a list of this stuff too, very good for me it made my job easier, although it would've been cool to find out about that earlier and not after I finished my initial list that took like 2-3 days to make lol)

Ever since the game first came out, the clues where always there that the Legendary Duelists and NPC duelists were all AI made by Seto "mentally unstable" Kaiba, which is kinda fucked up to begin with.

However, they are pretty bland and boring AI, since Kaiba probably only had second hand knowledge of some of the Duelist or he meet them but doesn't know them on a deeper level to make a good copy of them (heck some of them he didn't even meet at all). It’s all stuff Kaiba either heard about secondhand, or was physically present for to see in some way. He made the best approximation he could, on his own, but they’re just that: approximations.

however, starting from a certain event, things got weird: The Yami Bakura Event.

Easy best example is the first ever event character, Yami Bakura. A fascinating character in Duel Links lore, simply because he's the first Self Aware AI! So now, all character after the Yami Bakura Event aren't basic AI copies like the ones before, but instead AI SOUL copies (that's how I call them at least, but I'll be saying AI copies here for easier understanding/reading).

Meaning that they are copies made by the Kaiba's soul printer machine (insert crazy explanation of what the heck that is supposed to be) that uses the memories of the people connected to Duel Links in order create the DL world and the new AI copies in it.

suddenly characters felt way more alive and "real", even evolving pass their latest character developments from the manga/anime somehow? (and yes, the DM world is based heavily on the mangaverse! but somehow the characters have memories from the anime events).

However, not all characters moving forward are AI copies, some are the actual Real-Life characters, so I will only talk about the Real Life and AI characters that are self-aware to some degree, and some AI that I think might be unaware-

If I don't mention a character is because they’re probably 100% AI copy with zero awareness of what's going on in this Cosmic Horror Trading Card Mobile Game.

DM WORLD

All other DM characters before Yami Bakura are normal old AI copies, they were made by Kaiba himself so that's why they kinda bad, specially Yami Yugi being the first one to be made, making it the blandest AI of all and not like the real Yami Yugi at all.

So, starting from the original anomaly we have:

-Yami Bakura: the first self-aware character AI copy, 100% fully aware of it and even comments on it.

-Yami Marik: AI copy, iirc I think he’s fully aware of it too? He’s just here to have a good (violent) time. (EDIT: Fortuneangel on Tumblr was informed he’s fully aware of it, so yea, he’s an AI 100% self-aware).

-Pegasus: AI copy of mangaverse!Pegasus specifically; not only is he fully aware of that, he’s also aware of the multiverse inhabiting DL AND the fact that he’s dead! Fun!!!

-Ishizu: she’s a weird case I just got reminded by the fact that she like. can tell something is Amiss and wonders why she’s still wearing the necklace. So, she’s like an AI clone of post Battle City Ishizu being kind of forced to play out the role of mid-canon BC Ishizu, and she’s not fully aware of the details. ok cool Kaiba!!!!!

Now funny thing with Pegasus, when the Thousand Illusion structured deck was released, you can actually go check it and the text in front of it says:

"I'd like you to meet my key monster! Thousand-Eyes Restrict!"

so yea for this one Structured deck I think Pegasus pretty much told Kaiba "stfu this are MY monsters and I WILL present them!" which is very cool and epic and go Pegasus slay.

DSOD WORLD

Now here is where we have the man himself, not the DM one, but the DSOD one:

-DSOD, Seto "In need of goddamn therapy" Kaiba: who is 100% the real Seto Kaiba, playtesting and all that stuff. He's here doing crazy people stuff and playing God. I’m pretty sure DM Kaiba was only an avatar unlike this one, who is the real deal.

-DSOD, Mokuma: is also real and helping his brother with his ego projects and digital world domination or whatever the heck Duel Links is supposed to be.

-DSOD, Yugi Muto: is probably the only real Yugi Muto in the game, and is very sad when he duels AI Yami Yugi and I want to hug my boy Yugi pls.

Ok then, unlike the clear as day old and new AI copies of DM world, I'm pretty sure all the members of the DSOD world are the real-life characters themselves who actually got into Duel Links somehow (this is based on Joey's unlock event and the dialogue where he says that some KaibaCorp employee put a VR device on his head, I wonder if that happened to everyone else in DSOD World?).

Well, everyone except maybe that ugly humpty dumpty looking ahh dude, Scud is probably AI. Reason being he freaking died in the movie and we never see him come back, so I just assume he stayed dead and this is some AI error or smth, the game does say something about an error in the system when you get the Scud unlock available.

GX WORLD

Ok so, at first, I didn't think any of the GX would be the real versions other than Jaden/Yubel, but after some research I found info that makes it seem likely that Dr. Crowler of all people might be at least 1 of the real ones, this is because in his event he says something along the lines of “…Unbelievable! There are so many Duel Academy students here! WHEN THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN CLASS! If they stop showing up to my class, Duel Academy will cut my salary...”.

There’s also another dialogue with Jaden where Dr. Crowler says he’s on vacation so, we can be sure that AT LEAST Dr. Crowler is a real person, and that he got into Duel Links on his own.

And again, I found this info of Dr. Crowler and I’m like “ok so is just this two people, Jaden/Yubel and Dr. Crowler, cool” but then I found new info and…

THE CHAZZ

Yeah, Manjoume Thunder of all people is ALSO probably the real deal, the one and only, The Chazz himself. And that is only because of the “friends” he brings with him, Ojamas Yellow, Green, and Black wouldn’t be there if Manjoume was an AI, and even if they were they wouldn’t Leak Yubel's Event like Yellow did. I didn’t know this info before so thanks @ask-maxie-boy on Tumblr, owner of the one and only @incorrectduellinksquotes.

Then the list we have is:

-Professor Crowler: the one and only character I can say for sure is (maybe) real, like 90% probability of being real. If not, then I was lied to, backstabbed and quite possibly, bamboozled.

-The Chazz: another one with hard evidence to be the real thing, proving his humanity thanks to Ojama Yellow. truly only the best for The Chazz.

-Jaden/Yubel: is probably real? like at least he's aware of the AI copies and stuff, he knows about AND can see the other 2 Jadens and the one Yubel in the game, it should be clear as day for him.

-Supreme King Jaden, Yubel and Satorius: These are AI copies for sure but I don't know if they are aware of it.

-Jim Cook: He’s suspicious of Duel Links during his Character Unlock Event iirc, not sure if he's the real one or an AI.

And everyone else in GX is a mystery! I can’t say for sure if they are AI or not and don’t have enough clues to make a strong argument for neither of the two options.

5D'S WORLD

-Team 5D’s: WELL OK I WOULDA SAID THEYRE AI BEFORE BUT THIS LAST CHARACTER EVENT (Z-one) MAY BE IMPLYING THEY (yusei, jack, crow, akiza, and the twins) ARE ALL THE REAL DEAL SO. THAT’S AN INTERESTING TWIST IF SO!!! (Fortuneangel on Tumblr said calmly). Yeah, I agree with this information.

-Bruno/Antinomy: 10000000% AI copy, is actually fully aware he’s just some code on a hard drive and has commented on it!

Not sure if he knows he's dead but knowing Bruno, he probably knows that.

-Kiryu: OK, hear me out, this one? I'm not really sure if he's real to be honest, BUT, during Z-one's event he had such a cool interaction with Z-one that I think he's a "post-canon" version of Kiryu????

which is very freaking cool and not something that I could say is AI. But again, is my personal theory that this Kiryu is THE real Kiryu, however, I could be wrong.

-Paradox: aware of his own dead, Pegasus dead, the Illiaster's deaths, the multiverse and that he is probably an AI copy (thanks for that Pegasus, very cool).

-Z-one: Aware of being dead and all that, not sure if he knows he's an AI? probably knows, if anything Bruno might've told him

-Aporia: indeed, all Illiaster are self-aware of being dead, yippieeee!!!

-Primo: AI copy 100% for sure like no doubt and probably unaware of it, a sad creature (also, during Z-one's event, he had a realistic depiction of a panic attack).

For the rest of the 5D's cast, I have no idea but I think they are AI? say some of them like the Dark Signers are definitely AI, no doubt, but I’m not sure about the others.

But then we have someone like Tetsu Trudge… Who I have no fucking idea what's the deal with him. Is he a copy of first season Trudge, the one with no character development? or is he the real one? He can’t be the real one, he’s a mean dude again! I really have no idea about him and it annoys me. I’m going to say he’s AI.

ZEXAL WORLD

Ok so, I have no idea what's going on with Zexal, I think almost everyone is AI? but like, I'm not sure? You see, events in GX and 5Ds are just repetitions of sorts, and everyone seems aware of it and having Deja Vus, that’s why I believe that al least some people in GX and 5D’s are real. On the other hand, we have Zexal which is also repeating itself, but no one is going "Hey didn't this happen already?", which is very odd and makes me believe they are all AI in there, and both Arc-V and Vrains are continuations of the original stories.

however, we do have one group of people in Zexal that might be relevant:

-The Arclight Family (III, IV and V): probably the only real persons in Zexal, or at least, the only ones we know might/could be real.

during III's event, III decides to study duel links and find out what it is, why events are happening again, what the heck is a KaibaCorp, etc.

also has the theory that Duel Links is a Chronomaly of some kind, because you know, is III of course it's a Chronomaly he thinks about, but he’s theory has some merit I’ll give him that.

Now V... I forgot V's event, sorry, but he's aware too.

IV on the other hand, is also aware, but not because he figured it out or something, III pretty much just told him lol. Doesn't seem to care too much he's just vibing in DL. Of course, he's helping his brother when needed, but he seems chill about it.

ARC-V WORLD

I have no idea who is real or not. We know the events in Arc-V World are a continuation of the end of the anime, so that’s at least a good sign but…

Declan and Shay, Yuya, Sora the bracelet girls, all seem to be aware that something isn’t right here, but to say they are fully aware of what's going on I can't say. So even with the self-awareness, they are most likely AI, all of them.

They at least know the whole "Memories brings people" and are investigating what's going on with that which is cool.

I can say Yuto is most likely AI, same goes for Yugo and Serena. But they don't seem aware of it and think they separated from Yuya/Yuzu somehow instead.

The only one I trust might be able to figure something is Reiji, because is Akaba fucking Reiji.

VRAINS WORLD

FINALLY, A WORLD WERE NOBODY IS AN AI COPY (I mean, there's Ai, who is obviously and AI but like, you get what I mean lol)

So yeah, Vrains World is pretty much just a sequel to the anime so everyone here is not only the real ones, but also the only characters that are aware that the other worlds exist (aside from like, Yugi, Jaden and Yusei because you know, Paradox’s Event and Bonds Beyond Time, but they only know each other’s worlds/eras so they don’t really count).

This is because in the Ghost Gal event they reach the limits of Duel Links and get to see the other Worlds (DM, GX, 5D’s, Zexal, Arc-V and even Sevens!)

So yea the VRAINS cast in DL effectively becoming horror movie protagonists wasn't on my bingo board but I'm totally in for this.

All of this happening in a free trading card mobile game… thanks Konami you epic.

SEVENS WORLD

Yeah no, they’re all AI SOUL copies let's be real here, maybe Yuga in a future event will do the classic Yuga thing and be like "Oh, I already knew we are AI and that this world is a fake recreation of ours, is the first thing I checked when I got here" or something. And I have hopes in Nail to be cool and epic and figure out the situation but for now the Sevens group knows nothing (except maybe Yuga, because is Yuga).

Now that’s all the characters we have available for now, once we get some new events and relevant information and lore, I will update this list to see if we can add someone else new or an older character that we didn’t know was aware this whole time! This was a fun thing to write, I hope I managed to explain it all correctly and that is easy to understand, if anyone has some information that they would like to share feel free to ask! Again, I want to say thank you to @Cyberdragoninfinity and @Fortuneangel from Tumblr for being so cool and having so much info on Duel Links lore available and for sharing with everyone, now I’ll see you all next time Konami decides to hit us with a sledgehammer of info out of nowhere in a Tag Duel Tournament or something, byeeeeeee!!!

#yea seems like i got a lot to say huh?#yugioh duel links #yugioh #duel links #duel links madness #so this what having a brainrot feels like #why is the lore of a free mobile game so deep wth Konami #keep doing it tho #it's very cool and epic #thanks to #cyberdragoninfinity #Fortuneangel #for the help and info

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Paws for Applause - Chapter One 'Anatolian'

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James "Bucky" Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Soldierbug)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> After his time in Wakanda, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is struggling to adapt back to life in the wider world, hiding out in the Pacific Northwest as he fights to regain some control over his life. Or: Bucky gets a dog, and meets a cute salesperson.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 4546

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) Panic attack, trauma references, medical prejudice and medication disdain, general PTSD things, anxiety, vulnerability, implied alcohol abuse.

𝐀/𝐍 -> PSA: Do not get a dog after such a short contemplation period please! This is a work of fiction, and we didn't want to write several months of pro-con weighing. Make informed choices, y'all.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Dividers by us!

Chapter Two->

Prompts used;

- 'Anxiety' - Build a Bucky Bingo (July) @buckybarnesevents; - ‘Goats’ – @buckybarnesbingo (B049); - ‘Vibranium’ – Bucky Barnes Bingo (B005); - ‘Leash’ and ‘New to the City AU’ – Bug’s First Bingo; - "I Need Help." – @fandom-free-bingo, Flight Edition;

- 'Puppy or Play Mate' - @julybreakbingo (4x4); - 'Earbuds in Public or Strangers in a Checkout Line' - July Break Bingo (5x5) - 'Emotional' - July Break Bingo (6x6); - ‘Amputee or Paralysed’– July Break Bingo (7x7); - 'Drowning or Drowning Your Sorrows' - July Break Bingo (Summer);

- 'Double Standards' - @multifandom-flash Discrimination; - ‘Adopt a Pet’ – Multifandom-Flash New Year Gen; - ‘Pet Store AU’ – Multifandom-Flash Round 2 (Card 1027); - 'Difficulty Breathing' - Pick Your Poison @hurtcomfort-bingo (C025).

I sighed as I dropped to the bed, forearms resting on my knees as I took in the dimly lit room, accompanied by a melancholy orchestra of squeaking springs.

Steve had found me exactly what I had requested - small, discreet, and unlikely to attract any unwanted attention. The studio certainly fulfilled all criteria, the small windows along one wall looking only into an alley woven with shadows, offering the privacy I craved.

The building seemed largely abandoned, save a few similarly reclusive tenants; most of the bells at the front door were unlabelled, and those that were claimed were faded and yellowing, the curled edges of the tape thick with dust. The entire place seemed stagnant, lost in time amongst the sleek modernity of a continuously evolving city. But I felt at home amongst the 50s sconces and age-worn carpets – far more comfortable than I had in the high-tech metropolis that made up most of Wakanda.

I looked down at the black and gold metal that made up my left arm, fingers reflecting in the weak light as they flexed slowly. The advanced prosthetic was the only reminder of my time in the African nation – that, and the seemingly enduring clarity in my mind.

It had taken a month after Ayo’s test for me to even consider that I may no longer be controlled, ordered to acts of evil by the darkest of minds – and to allow Steve to visit me in my new life as a goatherd.

I wondered for the hundredth time, looking around the dim, sparse room, if I had made a huge mistake.

The query persisted throughout the evening, following me doggedly as I unpacked my meagre possessions from a tatty holdall. My belongings were limited to a few sets of clothes, some basic toiletries – and a handgun that had me lay on my back in the dust beneath the bed, tongue between my teeth as I fitted the holster to the wire frame.

Maybe I was paranoid – but I’d rather be paranoid than dead.

One of my biggest concerns about being back in the ‘wider world’, as Steve called it, was just how wide – and, more importantly, unprotected – it really was. The list of people who would like my head on a pike was far from short, with Steve’s own teammate being one of them.

Things had been complicated since I’d last seen the team; while the divided factions had eventually come back together, there was still tension at times, particularly when the Accords came up. The majority were working to get through it, making their peace with the eventual conclusion that the conditions laid out in the Accords would work in a perfect world – but this world wasn’t perfect. It was messy, and chaotic, and unpredictable. While the Avengers could – and would – make mistakes, they wouldn’t make choices based on politics or power. Their only interest would always be minimising harm.

But Tony was the outlier.

While the others worked to overcome their animosity, seeing the clear need for peace, Tony stayed angry – at both sides of the schism, but particularly with Steve. He’d never forgiven my friend for defending me, and since learning that Steve knew of my whereabouts, his fury had only grown.

In Wakanda, I found comfort in the knowledge that the country’s location was a well-guarded secret, with a barrier surrounding the nation obscuring and protecting it from anyone who may stumble across it by chance. For all his intelligence, even Tony hadn’t known the real nature of Wakanda before they were ready. If there was anywhere in the world I couldn’t be found – by both Tony and others alike – it was Wakanda.

I at beans cold from the tin, leaning against the bedframe, settled with my arms on my knees in my nest on the ground. One of the first things I’d done had been to take Steve’s carefully made sheets from the bed and rearrange them on the floor, an irrational pang of guilt pulling at my gut.

Steve had worked hard to set it all up for me – especially without Tony knowing – and had seemingly thought of everything, from basic furnishings to a few home comforts. But I didn’t have the energy or motivation to cook, despite the food in the fridge, and I hadn’t slept in a bed in longer than I cared to remember; the knowledge that it was a comfort I didn’t deserve was far too ingrained in my mind to allow such behaviour.

It was after I’d set the empty tin on the floor, letting the shifting colours of a kid’s movie lull me, that I dared to acknowledge the other reason that I’d felt safer in Wakanda.

It wasn’t just that I was protected from the outside world in the secluded African nation; perhaps more importantly, the outside world was protected from me. Even after my apparent deprogramming, I fought vehemently with Steve about leaving Wakanda, citing my concerns about being a target – and potentially putting the rest of the team at risk, too. When he came back to me, having secured an apartment and a new identity for me, I’d reluctantly admitted that I feared what I may do without the advanced technology of Wakanda to defend innocent people.

But Steve had simply parroted my activation code, despite my shaking and pleading, and beamed broadly when I remained in control of my facilities.

How can I explain that I’m afraid of myself?

How can we explain that we are many?

That we don’t know what we’re capable of, even without someone else controlling us?

Where do we even begin?

I sighed, grimacing as I settled deeper into my nest. The voices in my head had always been there, in one way or another, but ever since I’d had my deactivation confirmed, they’d become louder and more conversational, their personalities shining through as they chimed in.

“I’m losing my mind,” I murmured to myself, eyes flicking to the screen as I laid my head on a folded-up sweatshirt.

It’s possible, agreed the first voice readily – ever the stoic voice of reason of the two.

But at least you’re not doing it alone, soothed the second, his soft voice and endless optimism wreathing around me comfortably.

“That’s true,” I replied, smiling tenderly.

… Hey, Buck?

“Yeah?”

Thanks for the movie.

My smile spread a little wider, and I pulled the blankets closer with a contented sigh.

“You’re welcome.”

I woke to my cell buzzing insistently, the harsh summer sun streaming through a chink in the curtains directly onto the black metal of my left arm. Drawing it back quickly, I winced as my other hand brushed over the scorching vibranium tentatively.

It was easier when it had no feeling…

True, but it was awful smart of Shuri to be able to do it!

I hummed in agreement as I flexed my uncomfortably hot fingers, grimacing, and reached for my cell, the vibration still sending it shifting across the floor slowly.

“Yeah?”

“Bucky, I’ve been trying to reach you for almost an hour!”

My eyebrow arched of its own volition, drawing back to glance uncertainly at my screen.

Eight missed calls.

And twelve messages…

“What is it? What’s happened?” I snapped, slamming the phone quickly back to my ear as I darted about my space, stuffing only the barest of essentials into my holdall.

Nothing that will weigh us down.

Or draw attention.

“Bucky – calm down,” Steve interjected, the panic evident in his voice. “I-I’m sorry – everything is fine. I just wanted to remind you about your appointment, and I worried when I couldn’t get through…”

I couldn’t help but wince at his palpable guilt, settling back on the ground with a heavy sigh. “It’s okay. Thanks, Stevie.”

“It’s important you go, Buck.”

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered. We’d already argued – more than once – about me needing to see a doctor. I said I was fine; Steve disagreed, talking about anxiety and depression and trauma, telling me about the therapies he’d done since he came out of the ice. He talked about the men who used to come back different – angry, or unable to get out of bed, or living life at the bottom of a bottle - and how it had a name now. He told me I didn’t have to live with those things.

How was I supposed to tell him that we deserve it?

It’s a poor repentance for our crimes, but it is the only one we have.

It would break his heart, to know the things we’ve done…

So in the end, I’d let him win, and he’d made the appointment, gushing about what my life could look like if I put in the effort. I figured I’d go to this first appointment, just to get it done and get Steve off my back; I didn’t need – or deserve – anyone’s help. I had my apartment and my solitude, and that was enough. With my fake documents, I could get a job and pay my own way in the world; I wouldn’t be reliant on Steve anymore.

I wouldn’t be putting him in danger.

But first…

“I’m heading out in a few, Stevie. I’ll let you know how it goes, okay?” My voice had softened at the distress in his own, and he let out a quiet, relieved exhale.

“Thanks, Buck. I just… I really think that this will help, you know?”

I nodded to myself, looking around my sparse apartment, fingers curling in my blankets unconsciously.

If it were anyone else… We’d think they deserved help, the softer voice pointed out gently, and I let my eyes close with my own sigh of resignation.

“Yeah. I hope so.”

This is why I hate people.

I fought the urge to snort as the doctor took our blood, gawping openly at our left arm, the black and gold shimmering under the florescent lights each time I moved.

He’d deemed us in peak physical condition, and allowed me to shrug my shirt back on, sitting on the opposite side of his desk as I rolled my sleeve down – clearly, the limb was proving too distracting from him.

“So, Mr. Smith,” he started, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at predictable alias Steve had chosen for me, “now that your first appointment baselines are out of the way, what can I help you with? You don’t strike me as someone who particularly struggles with his health,” he added, offering me a broad – and somewhat unnerving – smile.

“My friend thinks I need help,” I offered uncertainly. The aging, grizzled physician simply watched me curiously, head cocked to one side.

“You seem to have a good life,” he noted, eyes flicking once more to my arm. “That’s a high-quality piece of kit if ever I saw one. You’re in great physical health. I’d say you’re pretty lucky. What could you possibly need help with?”

I blinked in surprise, dumbfounded into silence.

Fucking hell.

I was born over a hundred years ago, and even I know better than that.

That was pretty ignorant…

Clearing my throat, I raised a finger to tap at my vibranium shoulder pointedly. “D’you wanna know how I got this?” I offered quietly. When he simply nodded, I rolled my jaw, leaning forward. “I was in the war. A sergeant. There was a… Train accident. Most of my arm was ripped from my body, and the part that wasn’t was later cut away – without anaesthetic,” I added, my gaze locked on his. “I’m in constant pain. I was held captive for a long time, and forced to do horrible, awful things. I barely sleep for nightmares. Every time I leave the house I’m on high alert, waiting for something bad to happen. I never want to get out of bed.”

He watched me for a second longer, his jaw hanging half an inch before snapping shut with the distinct click of ceramic on bone. “I-I- I had no idea. I’m sorry- Sergeant Smith, Sir. My mistake. Of course.”

It shouldn’t take pointing out our service to make this man flounder and treat us with respect.

No, but… I’m quite glad that Steve made us those papers saying we fought in Afghanistan.

It’s not really stolen valour, is it? I mean, we are veterans, and it’s not like we can be honest about which war we fought in – not without drawing a lot of attention and probably putting ourselves in danger… We didn’t even specify, it’s only on the paperwork…

Seems little Stevie knew what he was doing.

“The local VA has excellent facilities for-”

I interrupted him with a quick shake of my head, hand raising. “I’d rather go mainstream, if that’s okay.”

Knowing my luck, I’d end up bumping into someone who really was in the unit I’m supposed to have been stationed with…

He nodded again, head ducking graciously. “Of course, Sergeant.” Hesitating, his eyes flicked away, a minute grimace pulling at his lips. “But… The VA would see you in a matter of weeks. The wait for our own referrals is currently up to a year.”

The bottom dropped out of my stomach, and I felt nauseous. While I’d little intention of working with the resources offered to me, the idea that the support was there, should I want it, was more comforting than I’d realised; now, however, my breathing came a little too hard, vision darkening around the edges, my palm tingling. “And in the meantime?” I pressed, the steadily increasing panic making the blood in my ears roar, my own voice sounding faded and far away.

The doctor simply gazed at me sadly, offering me a weak shrug. “It’s an underfunded and undersupported system. That’s why I would recommend contacting the VA, and-”

“I’m not going to do that,” I snapped, eyes narrowing in annoyance before I let out a sigh, pushing away my irritation stubbornly. “Look, being around other veterans – it’s not good for me. I don’t want to be treated like a soldier; I just want to be a regular guy.” The excuse was thought up on the fly, but he nodded sympathetically, turning to his computer and tapping at the keys slowly.

“Our trauma team is currently fulfilling referrals from eight months ago. That’s the most accurate time frame I can give you, I’m afraid; it entirely depends on how many they’ve had in the meantime. It could be less, or it could be more.” He looked to me again, his smile strained. “I think that’s the best we can offer, if you’re reluctant to-”

“What about pills?”

I blinked in surprise, more startled by the words that left my lips than he was. It happened, from time to time – I spoke without intending to, with no plan or consideration, to the extent that the words often didn’t even feel like mine.

He cleared his throat, humming under his breath, considering me for a moment. “Well, I mean… I suppose I could offer you something to ease your anxiety, though I don’t particularly like prescribing medication…”

I couldn’t help myself – I arched an eyebrow, eyeing him curiously. “… Interesting approach…”

He shrugged minutely, turning back to his screen and tapping a few keys passively. “The younger generation are being mollycoddled. We didn’t have all this ‘anxiety’ and ‘depression’ when I was a boy. It existed, of course – but it was a serious condition, not these children who feel a little blue sometimes.”

My mouth moved wordlessly, utterly dumbfounded, annoyance boiling under my skin.

We can’t. The medication…

Fuck that. Screw this guy. Break the callous bastard’s goddamn nose.

I paused for a moment, then nodded once, closing my mouth with a soft click and a terse smile, humming non-committedly. “So… The medication?” I prompted, earning a quiet sigh – which I ignored – as he offered me the script.

“This should only be an interim stop gap,” he warned, finger extending to point at me when his hand was free. “Just until your referral has been actioned, okay? And I really think you should reconsider getting in touch with the VA. The sooner you’re off the pills, the better, in my opinion.”

I don’t give a fuck about your opinion.

I simply nodded once more as I pushed myself to my feet, reaching down to grab my bag as he extended a hand to me, pretending I hadn’t seen the motion.

What the hell are you doing? The fiercer of the two voices had a snarl in their voice as they snapped at me, but I continued to exit the room. He can’t get away with that!

He won’t, I soothed, following the short corridor absently. He won’t, I promise.

He continued to object quietly – but when my steps turned away from the exit, he immediately fell quiet, watching curiously as I approached the reception desk.

“Hi! Can I help you?” The man behind the counter offered me a reassuring smile, and I felt my muscles unclench infinitesimally as I offered a tentative grin back.

“Hey – I, uh… I’d like to register a formal complaint, and request a change in GP.”

I spun the card thoughtfully between my fingers, staring up at the store sign uncertainly.

‘Paws for Applause’.

Oh God. Puns. Why puns…

It’s cute!

It is quite charming, I admitted with a chuckle, humming as I considered my next step.

The receptionist had been endlessly helpful; he led me away from the main room, carefully noting every detail of my complaint with a sympathetic grimace, admitting there’d been some issues with that GP in particular as of late. He’d arranged another appointment with a different doctor he was sure I’d get on far better with – a young woman with significantly more progressive views. When I’d lamented the wait time, he’d pursed his lips in thought, offering me the card I now held.

“The thing that made the biggest difference to my husband – he’s a veteran, too… It wasn’t the VA, or therapy, or medication. We actually got a dog. She gets him out of the house and out of his own head, and helps him feel safer when he’s in public.”

That was how I’d found myself here, chewing on my lip nervously.

I’ve never looked after anything alive before…

We’re going to be terrible at this. Our whole life has been about killing.

No. We’re going to be awesome at this. We can ask for help if we need it. We can do this!

I inhaled deeply, metal fingers forming an anxious concealed fist in the pocket of my sweatshirt as the other hand tugged my headphones out – the sound of songs from my own era was one of the few things that kept me from being entirely overwhelmed when I went out in public.

There was no bell as I opened the door – instead, I was met with a distant but multi-layered series of tweets and chirps, punctuated by one intimidating scream as something loud and green swooped over my head.

I nearly turned right back around and left again.

“Denzel! Shit, sorry about him; he can be a right arsehole sometimes. Dezzie, come here, you gremlin!”

I turned toward the voice, startled – and charmed, despite myself, by the presence of an English accent in the Pacific Northwest – as a thirty-something person appeared from behind a box on the counter, the green parrot-looking thing flapping down to settle on their shoulder with another abominable shriek, earning a wince from his owner. “Jesus, Denzel – put a sock in it, would you? How can I help, other than providing free earplugs?” they added, looking to me once more.

“I- I, uh…” My voice failed me as I looked around, panic rising as I took in the endless pet supplies in infinite materials, breath hitching unsteadily.

Their head cocked minutely, and they glanced at the bird once more. “Denzel, go home,” they murmured. To my distant surprise, he obliged immediately, flapping off through a narrow hole in the door behind them, which they slid shut in his wake, cutting off the quieter series of tweets and whistles before rounding the counter, palms raised imploringly. “Hey. You’re okay. It’s a lot, huh? But you don’t have to do that right now. Just look at me, okay?”

My eyes found theirs desperately, focusing on the chocolate depths, flecked with mahogany and sand. Their hand reached for mine, and I baulked instinctively, jerking ack, wincing guiltily at the brief look of hurt that flickered across their face. “Just take a few deep breaths, okay? You’re safe here. I promise.” The anxious, rejected expression had passed already, leaving only a soft worry, and I forced myself to breathe more evenly – even if it did hitch a little in the process.

But they simply stood with their eyes on mine, smiling gently, murmuring encouragement and reassurances as I fought to control my spasming lungs.

By the time I was calm, red-faced and sniffing intermittently, they were humming quietly – a song I didn’t know, but the gentle, lilting melody smoothed the raged edges of my mind. “Thanks,” I murmured, my cheeks flaming, and I looked away in shame.

God, we’re pathetic.

Fucking disaster.

We shouldn’t have come here…

“Sorry,” I muttered, rubbing my hand roughly over my face. “W- I shouldn’t have come here. It was a stupid idea.”

They frowned, head cocked slightly, hand extending as I took a stumbling step backwards. “Hey- it’s okay! You’re doing really well. Look, I’ll flip the sign and we can take it easy – we’ll take a seat and just talk, okay?”

I swallowed again, nauseated by the pounding of my heart in my chest, coupled with the undeniable urge to bolt. But eventually, I offered them an uncertain nod, watching nervously as they stepped away to flip he sign in the window and turn the catch with an apologetic grimace. “People don’t always bother to check the sign,” they offered with a guilty shrug, and I nodded stiffly, clammy hand rubbing against my thigh in a display of anxiety. They turned over a couple of crates and settled on one, a foot tucked beneath them, and indicated to the other. “Join me?”

I settled nervously, fidgeting and shifting as they watched me with a gentle gaze. “I’m- this isn’t necessary, really. I’m okay.”

They smiled weakly, shrugging a shoulder and gesturing around themselves. “Hey- it’s a hectic job. Maybe I just wanted ten minutes break, hm? I mean, you’ve met Denzel, right?” I chuckled quietly, and they grinned. “There you go! It’s not so bad, huh? So – how about we try this again?”

I watched them for a moment, unable to shake the last of my suspicion and anxiety, but eventually let out a soft sigh. “I… My name is B- … James. I… There was a guy at the doctor’s office, I guess, and he…”

They listened politely the entire time I spoke, grimacing sympathetically as I briefly mentioned the intensity of my nightmares. I found myself divulging details I’d never shared with anyone before – the way being in public made my skin crawl and heart pound, the way I was movement and faces in shadows, and the way I lay awake at night, eyes open and ears pricked for every minute sound.

Through it all, they never looked away – not even when the metal of my arm flashed between glove and sleeve, simply keeping their eyes on mine, gentle and warm.

“You can call me Mars,” they began, leaning forward to rest their forearms on their knees. “And it sounds like you’ve had a really tough time of it, huh?” I shrugged and nodded, and they gestured around the space once more. “I moved here from the UK a few years ago. I did all the therapy and stuff, but…” They offered me a shrug of their own, eyes flicking away. “Sometimes there needs to be some distance, y’know?” Humming, I nodded sympathetically, and they looked back to me with a soft smile. “But yeah – I get it, and I’d be honoured to help. I know a shelter about ten minutes outside of town – how about you meet me here tomorrow morning, and we can head over, see what’s what?”

I hesitated only briefly, their dark eyes locked on mine drawing me in despite myself, and I nodded.

“I’ll be here.”

Mars sat with me for over an hour, discussing training methods, common problems, and where to find help, should I need it.

I slowly found myself relaxing in the unusual company – they were certainly an odd one, from their flickering gaze unable to hold mine unless they put in conscious effort, to the unique way they settled with one leg curled beneath them with a youthful flexibility.

They were… Quirky.

Genuine.

Even as I left the store, heading back out into the mid-afternoon crowds, I couldn’t help but feel elated and optimistic, weighed down with a bag full of goods to welcome my new housemate. The occasional glance rolled off me, my mind occupied with thinking through the training exercises Mars had given me, committing them to memory.

As soon as I got home, I emptied out the contents of my heaving bad on the floor, settling on my nest to sort through my supplied. Absently, I wondered if they’d been taking advantage of my naïveté, pushing products on me, as I weighed three different leashes thoughtfully.

But they didn’t push anything; they just explained the different options.

Yeah. We’re the ones who decided to buy, uh… Well, everything. And they did give us a pretty generous discount.

I hummed in agreement as I set up the bowl stand – to stop an overeager pup from catapulting them across the floor - settling the matching bowls inside with a soft smile. “Yeah – they were pretty open about how useful this stuff was really likely to be,” I agreed. They’d steered me away from a lot of the things with premium price tags, pointing out that the cheaper versions were often exactly the same.

I set up the bed next to mine, then stopped, gazing at my nest thoughtfully. It had been drilled into me that the dog deserved their own space, and I’d opted against the crate because of my limited space – perhaps the pup would appreciate having the floor to himself…

I fell asleep curled around a bottle of whiskey – my first, rather than third. I never slept well, and the soft cradling of the bed around me felt foreign and unearned, but I managed to force myself between the sheets, even as my muscles clenched in anticipation of a pain that wouldn’t come. I knew I was safe here, but that didn’t stop me from reliving the fear of punishment, every inch of my body aching at the memory of the abuse.

But sleep I did, clinging needily to the hope of a better future moving forward. Distantly, I marvelled at the knowledge that I’d been certain this morning that the appointment was purely practical – a way to get Steve off my back, with no real consequences. And yet here I was, planning to start the next stage of my life with significant long-term effects.

Maybe everything really would be okay.

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wanted-to-be-nosey · 1 year ago

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Too much

Here's my first fic as part of the @starkerfestivals summer bingo - it's my first ever bingo card, so here's hoping I get more than one done!!

prompt fill - Overwhelmed wordcount ~ 2,400 warnings - none I think. early relationship teething problems. Possibly self esteem issues?

AO3 link

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Peter knew that dating Tony Stark would be weird.

He wasn’t naïve.

Being friends with the man came with its own set of warnings. He was aware of the genius’s eccentricity. He was aware the man didn’t have a healthy eating habit or sleeping schedule. That if they were in public someone was likely going to try and get the man’s picture or autograph or both. He’d spent the last five years witnessing it all first hand. Back when Tony was solely his mentor it hadn’t been as noticeable, but as they grew closer and became friends he learned to adapt to the elder man’s personality and fame.

He’s not entirely sure how it happened, but their relationship had slowly evolved until they began openly flirting just after Peter’s eighteenth birthday.

Tony had whisked him away for a weekend in Malibu with Ned and some of the other Avengers. Peter had been harbouring a crush on Tony Stark for most of his teenage years, whereas he knew that these feelings were all new to Tony. It was only over the past year he’d been able to see Peter as a grown man as opposed to the starstruck fourteen-year-old he’d been when they first met. As such, Peter wasn’t in a rush to push their flirting any further. Not wanting to make Tony uncomfortable, he was happy to wait for Tony to make the next move.

As it turns out, he was kept waiting for almost two years. A week after his twentieth birthday, Tony asked him out on an official date. He wanted them to be in a relationship. Peter hadn’t even had to think about it before giving his answer. He’d been dreaming of that moment for two years.

Once they were official, Peter had expected there to be some changes to their relationship. Some more media attention, maybe more dinners with breakfast the morning after, more lingering touches as they tinkered in the lab.

What he hadn’t expected was for everything to change.

It had only been a month, but Peter hadn’t stepped foot in the lab once since he’d agreed to go on a date with Tony. Instead, Tony had taken him out for fancy dinners, for romantic walks in private parks – not that the private signs prevented the paparazzi from following them in – and once, even on a helicopter ride to ‘see the sights’.

They saw each other at least every other day, but Peter was yet to stay the night. They hadn’t gotten further than some kissing and heavy petting. Anytime things began to grow more heated, Tony would back off and change the subject. Peter couldn’t decide whether to find it amusing that the man was apparently trying to protect his honour or be offended that the man didn’t want him as much as Peter wanted the older man.

Peter had spent more nights than he’d like to admit getting intimate with his own left hand when he returned from these dates.

And if he thought that the unusual – and unending – dates weren’t enough, he had not been prepared in the slightest for the gifts.

In the past four weeks, he’d been sent enough flowers, chocolates, trinkets and clothes to stock his entire apartment building. He’d know because he’d been handing bouquets of beautiful flowers and boxes of chocolates to neighbours he passed in the hallways for the past two weeks.

Despite his protests, Tony hadn’t stopped showering him with presents.

He’d ran out of free space on the surfaces in his apartment – much to Ned’s dismay – which was why he couldn’t even say he was surprised when he got home from class to find Ned sitting on their second-hand sofa, head in hands, staring at a dozen bouquets of roses scattered around the floor.

Heaving a sigh, he shut the door behind him before asking, “Again?”

“Yeah,” Ned groaned. “Arrived about thirty minutes ago. They have a note saying he hopes you had a good day.”

Thumping his head back against the door, he felt like the room was shrinking. Growing up he’d been used to May’s eclectic clutter surrounding the apartment, but this was stifling.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he muttered, hands digging into his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I just… I love him but I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I can’t breathe. He needs to pull back. It’s too…” he trailed off unsure how to express what he was feeling.

“Overwhelming?” Ned helpfully supplied. “Intense? Overbearing? Daunting?”

Rolling his eyes, he pushed away from the door and navigated his way around the vases to settle beside Ned.

“All of the above? I don’t know.” He shrugged, blowing out a breath. He didn’t want to come across as ungrateful.

“Maybe you need to talk to him. Be more assertive,” Ned encouraged.

“I guess. I don’t want to hurt him–“

“Well, he’s hurting you by doing this. You said yourself that you can’t handle it. And if you don’t say something then I will. This is our apartment, and I haven’t been able to find the remote for like a week. I think it’s been lost in the sea of peonies.” Ned gestured vaguely to the right, where last weeks peonies were still in full bloom.

Scanning the room, Peter couldn’t help but nod along. He knew his best friend was right. If he didn’t sort things out with Tony soon, then it wasn’t likely he’d be able to continue with the relationship. It was simply too overwhelming to deal with. Tony was too different to the man he’d grown to love.

He missed the Tony he’d known for the past five years.

“I’ll talk to him tonight.”

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Peter couldn’t help but smile as he watched Tony through the glass doors of the lab.

After some dinner and a pep talk from Ned, he’d made his way to the Tower and let himself up to the lab. He used to drop by unannounced regularly, but not since they’d started dating. Tony had started intercepting him on his way, diverting them to another location. He’d missed getting to see Tony in his element. His music blaring through the speakers as he moved effortlessly between separate holographic monitors while simultaneously tinkering with the project in his hands.

Even without seeing it, Peter could imagine the look of bliss on Tony’s face. The sparkle in his eyes as he worked out the solution to his next problem. The way he only ever seemed to truly let his guard down when he was working on something.

Peter knew that the minute he walked in, that carefree environment would be gone.

He’d considered if he should ask Tony to meet him in another room. If they should leave the lab as a sacred, safe place, but if he was being honest, if this was going to be potentially the last time he got to spend with Tony, then he’d like it to be in the lab. In the room where everything had started.

He allowed himself one more moment to watch Tony working before opening the door and quietly asking FRIDAY to turn down the music. The minute the music faded, Tony spun around on his stool to stare at Peter. He watched as Tonys face raced through a range of emotions from surprised to happy to confused to panic, before he was standing from the stool with a look of unease as Peter approached the desk.

“Hi,” Peter greeted quietly as he leant on the desk across from Tony. Hoping the small amount of distance would allow him to make it through the conversation without backing out.

“Hey, Pete,” Tony greeted warily. “I, uh, I hadn’t realised you were here. Did I forget about our plans? Have you been waiting long? FRIDAY didn’t warn me...”

Shaking his head, Peter absently picked at a loose thread on his jeans.

“No, no. Not at all. No plans. I just got here actually, and I asked FRIDAY not to say anything. I actually, uh, wanted to talk to you.”

He worried at his bottom lip before making eye contact with Tony who was close enough to touch. The older man had a resigned, pained expression twisting his face.

“What about?” Tony asked quietly, diverting his gaze away from Peter.

“Us.” Peter shrugged, trying to gauge Tony’s reaction. “Or I guess more specifically how I’m feeling at the moment.”

“I’m sorry,” Tony spoke quickly, the words tumbling from his lips. His voice pleading as he leant across the table. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Wherever you want to go, whatever you want just please don’t do this Pete. I can change, I’ll be better.”

Swallowing past the tightness in his throat, Peter ran his hands through his hair.

“That’s the problem, Tony! I can’t keep doing this. It’s too overwhelming. I feel like since I agreed to be your... partner or boyfriend or whatever you want to call it, that I’ve lost you. I feel like you just keep sending me gifts – constantly – and I don’t have space. Despite seeing you, I don’t feel like I’m actually spending time with you. Do you realise this is the first time I’ve been in the lab since I said yes?” Not being able to stand still anymore, he began to pace the length of the lab as he continued. “I– I thought that once we started dating everything would remain the same except we might have more meals together and then, y'know, spend time in bed together. But instead, everything completely changed. We’re out and about constantly and we haven’t even gone past first base! Not that I’m saying we should do anything you aren’t ready for, but I just... I don’t know what’s happening between us.”

He felt drained after finishing his mini rant. He wasn’t even sure that he’d been clear about what he wanted. Words had just tumbled from his mouth in a stream of consciousness. The only sound in the lab was their heavy breathing and the bots pottering about in the far corner. Peter couldn’t even bring himself to look at Tony for fear of what his reaction would be.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes, Tony cleared his throat.

“Can I say something?” Tony asked quietly.

Nodding his head, Peter grabbed a stool and sunk heavily onto it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Tony stated. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not exactly known for having long, meaningful relationships. In the past the only thing that has worked for me is my money and my fame. Pepper only managed to put up with me for a couple of months and her final straw was the time I spent in the lab. I didn’t want you to think I was neglecting you, so I avoided it when we were together. I lose track of time when I’m tinkering, I didn’t want to do that if you were waiting for me. And you want to know why we’ve not had sex?” At Peter’s timid, embarrassed nod, he continued. “It’s because I’m scared. You only get one chance at a first time with the person you want to spend your life with, and I’m terrified of messing that up. What if once we’ve done that, you decide I’m too much for you to deal with and leave me? I’m not sure I could handle having you and loving you to then lose you. Knowing what I’m missing would be harder than living with the fantasy of it.”

Blinking past tears that were beginning to sting his eyes, Peter watched as Tony slowly made his way around the table until he was kneeling in front of him, Tony’s hands resting gently on Peter’s knees.

“Please just tell me what to do to make this better.”

“I don’t need you to do anything,” Peter whispered. “I just need you to be yourself. I didn’t fall for this version of you, I just fell for you, you dumbass. The one I can spend hours, hell days, with in the lab. You don’t neglect me by spending time in the lab because its something we do together. I’m happier eating Thai or leftover Pizza from the couch than I am at some fancy Michelin star restaurant. I don’t want all the gifts and flowers– " at Tony’s look, he shrugged and slightly amended himself “– ok so maybe for birthdays or special occasions, but not all the time.”

Sliding off the stool he knelt in front of Tony so he could look the elder man in his eyes before he continued.

“I also don’t plan on leaving you. I have those exact same thoughts that you do. I believe that I’m not going to be good enough. That I’ve too little experience compared to those you’ve had in the past, but May always tells me that you can’t live your life afraid of what might happen. So, don’t let your fear get the better of you. If I can believe that a genius, billionaire, former playboy, philanthropist can fall for a dorky kid from Queens, then please try to believe that I’m just as head-over-heels for you.”

Tony chuckled before slowly nodding his head.

“I suppose I should listen to May then. I can’t promise I won’t slip up– “

“We’re always going to slip up,” Peter interjected. “That’s part of being in a relationship. The best we can do is make sure we’re both on the same page and work through our shit together.”

“Well, when you put it so eloquently.” Tony rolled his eyes, before grabbing Peter’s hands, eyes turning dark. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve about had enough emotional chat for one hour. Why don’t we try moving past that first base?”

At Peter’s almost desperate nod, Tony smirked as he moved forward, one hand resting on Peter’s cheek while the other gently cupped the back of his neck. Leaning into the kiss, Peter allowed himself to relax and let Tony take the lead.

For the first time in weeks, he was completely at ease. Tony seemed to understand what he was after, and only time would tell how they’d react to those changes. Things weren’t perfect, they still had things they’d need to work through, but then who ever wanted to be perfect?

#starker #sfsummerbingo23 #peter parker × tony stark #dating problems #new relationship #Tony stark has shit self esteem

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*Destino approaches Gwen, clearly wanting to rile her up.* You? In a relationship with someone? Ha. With your personality, I didn't think it was possible. Honestly I'm surprised anyone likes you at all. This is why I almost feel sorry for Pokémon who aren't like me. Hope I didn't strike a nerve there.

"Oh you aren't wrong. In fact, quite honestly, I am surprised how long it lasted."

What this brat was trying to do was not lost on Gwen. Over the years, the gothitelle made peace with the fact that she was a volatile hot head that was trying to mellow out.

Kids like this made that hard.

As she got older and evolved, there was a new 'weapon in her repertoire for when it came to swatting down horrible people trying to get a rise out of her: making them uncomfortable or terrified.

For this absol, whom this was her first interaction with, she really did not give a care as to what she said. They wanted to get a rise over her past relationship. Then this Geoffry was going to get the ride.

(TW: Domestic Abuse) @ask-the-royal-absol

"We met in juvie, so that is strike one. Once we were released, we started to date as it was mutually symbiotic relationship. Nigel could shrink things to shop lift them from stores, and if anyone confronted us, I would threaten them."

One incident sprung to mind that even scarred Nigel in hindsight. In it, Nigel was being confronted by a convenient store's owner and clientele for stealing Pringles and Smirnoff. During the confrontation, Gwen fired a charge beam at the ear of a patron, blowing his ear off. But she did not disclose that.

"But a mutual relationship, strictly around benefits, is doomed to fall apart. Eventually, we actually started to find out about why we were in juvie. We knew what we were generally in for, but the details got ugly. He found out I was in for monslaughter, and I found out he was in for illegal pokemon poaching. We have also inadvertently stepped on each other's lives careers, which is when our fights got the most ugly."

Steadying her breath, Gwen was about to account the story of the one time she was ever afraid of Nigel.

"One time, he chloroformed me, shrank me down to the size of a doll and locked me in a container with durants he also shrunk down in and riled up in preparation for this. Pink bastard let them swarm me, because I had killed someone who tried to traffic me."

Gwen. That mon whose brain you splattered. He was my contact for my big job I was telling you about. He was going to give us big money. Money we both could have used to get out of this fucking apartment! And because of that, I need to vent out my anger at you.

Durant maws had a very distinct pain, like stabbing yourself with serrated blades. This and her screaming Nigel's name as they swarmed and bit her.

You should not have killed him. If you had just ridden it out I would have had everything cleared up.

Gwen wrist trembled for a moment, she needed a cigarette to calm herself down. Reaching into her coat, she took one out of her pack, lit it, took a hit and blew it in the absol's face.

"You are right about my personality. But one thing you did not know is that I have some integrity. I was also abusive to. I also beat the shit out of Nigel in my own way. I remember when I found a post of him involved with the Pixie Boys, which for mons living underground, is a fairy supremacy group that has a rank up system for beating or killing anything weak to fairies or fairies were weak to. A lame boys club with a punch card. Naturally, when I found this out, I let him have it."

You are associating with those losers! The arceus damn Pixie Boys! You think it is a good look for us to associate with those pathetic cream puffs? Pathetic!

"I remember spending 11 minutes just electrocuting him. I even remember him twitching and pissing himself after all of that."

Get the paper towel and clean up your filling. Hang out with your baker's dozen of losers, this will happen again. Do not make us look bad.

This would not make them even, as type supremacists were boring and garbage in the same way every time. The type that was 'better' was always different, but the MO was the same. It was an example she wanted to put out to 'entertain' Prince Charles here.

"Well. You pointed it out. Hope you found it entertaining," the psychic took another puff, making sure to blow it in the absol's face. "To be honest. I don't care what you do with this information. Because with your personality, no one would believe you. You were coming at a woman who was abused and tried to get a rise out of them. I would think you have some set of standards, but hey. You are royalty. Likely with shriveled lungs, liquid in your brain and with thinning fur in your future."

#ask #gwen the gothitelle #ask-the-royal-absol #nigel the clefable

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ana-swritings · 2 years ago

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Merry December 2022 - Day 18

Day 18 of Merry December

Prompt: Lonely Christmas

Fandom: S.W.A.T

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x OFC (Cecilia)

Words: 663

T.W.: N/A

Summary: A broken heart.

Spending Christmas alone was never the plan, but now it looked like it just might become a reality for David, as the days creeped up fast and Christmas seemed to be just around the corner. He wished it wasn’t like this, but it was what was necessary to keep Cecilia and the kids safe.

It all started a few months ago, with gifts being sent without a card to HQ or to his house, and soon it had evolved into getting phone calls in the middle of the night and threatening messages left in their cars, with the target being Cecilia.

David called the local precinct after the first one, filling a report and hoping the detective would be able to catch whoever was behind it. But time passed and somehow his stalker found out about that initial police report which seemed to anger his stalker even more than his relationship with Cecilia.

It all came to a crashing halt when Cecilia was pushed off the road on her way home. Up until that moment it had been just threats, words said and written in anger, but after Cecilia almost lost her life when a big SUV pushed her off the road and into a ditch, David decided that it was enough. He wasn’t going to put her life in any more danger.

This had happened a week before, and even though David knew it was the right decision, it still hurt him having to send Cecilia and the kids away. They had talked about it and even if Cecilia didn’t fully agree and wanted to stay with him and face whatever this stalker threw at them, she eventually agreed for the sake of the kids.

Now, David was sitting all alone in his living room, going through the many pictures he had on his phone of himself and Cecilia with the kids, a glass of scotch in his hand and an empty bottle on the floor next to him. Pushing the tears away, the only thing that gave him solace was knowing that Cecilia and the kids were safe and that the stalker didn’t know where they were.

His phone began ringing in his hand. Checking the caller ID, he saw it was Hondo calling. Answering the call, he greeted his best friend and made small talk with him for a few minutes, declining once again Hondo’s invitation to spend Christmas with him and his family.

It wasn’t the first time and David was sure it wasn’t going to be the last that the Harrelson’s were going to invite him for Christmas, but David had no intention to go. It was going to be a day like any other. He would celebrate Christmas when Cecilia and the kids were back home with him.

Ending the call and placing the phone on the end table next to him, David leaned his head back on the couch and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He wished he could call her and hear her voice, but he couldn’t, not until he was sure she wasn’t going to be in danger if he did.

His phone rang again. Assuming it was Hondo again, he picked up and answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID this time. Asking Hondo what he forgot, he was surprised to hear a female voice on the other side of the line.

Sitting up straight, he heard the voice ask what he wanted for Christmas. David asked who this was, but the voice asked him the same question again. He was pissed. Telling whoever this was to leave him alone and to get a life, he hung up and immediately called the detective, telling him what just happened.

Dropping the phone on his lap after talking with the detective, David allowed the tears to roll down his face. “This is never going to end.”, he thought as realization hit him: this was going to be a very lonely Christmas.

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Guardelia Cloak 1

(Opponent) "This is the end of your reign Solis, I attack with Flame-Lizard Axe!". (Solis) "I guard with Emerald Shield, nice try but now it is my turn". -Sigh- why do they always show these battles....why are people so into this game? -Cheers- everyone here is so easily amused and it's such a pain! (???) "I see you also don't care for these public battles Fernie!" (Fernie) "Yeah I don't care about some masked guy with a bunch of fancy cards no one can even get!". It was weird how Miguel also hated these pro's as I saw him play the game a lot. I once played the game but just didn't get into it, after school I decided to check out some shops. Apparently some new Guardelia shop opened which probably meant I had to listen to people go on about the game even more. (???) "Oh hello young lady are you here to check out the new shop?" I shook my head and tried to walk away. (???) "Oh don't be shy, if you are a beginner let me give you this card to start with!. (Fernie) "Oh thank you" I looked at it and I have no idea what this card even was.

-Sigh- I guess I should go in and buy in at least one pack....I bought it and it was a bunch of support cards. And one monster...I guess this was cool but it's not like I have a deck to pair it with. I then made my way out of the shop and on my way home I saw the guy who gave me a card and....Miguel for some reason. (???) "I have decided to retire and I want you to inherit my deck! I have heard about your skill and think you are worthy..." -smack- (Miguel) "Pro's like you annoy me and I don't need a hand me down deck!". I...I can't believe he just smacked something out of the guy's hand, I ran over to help him! (Fernie) "Are you okay Mr?" (???) "Yeah...thank you miss, you are very kind". I asked him what happened and he told me about the interaction, I was a bit shocked but not surprised....Miguel did say he didn't care for public battles. But to disrespect someone like that was wrong...(Fernie) "Can I borrow your deck?" he nodded. I decided to go after Miguel and challenge him to a battle....along the way I added some the cards I got to the deck!

I was able to catch up to Miguel....okay deep breath and (Fernie) "I..I challenge you to a battle...". (Miguel) "Huh you want to face me? I thought you didn't care for Guardelia!". He was right....it was a game I played as a kid with my brother....then he became obsessed with it and left to become a pro. His name never came up so I always thought his goal was dumb....but right now I wanna beat Miguel with this deck he disrespected! (Fernie) "Do you accept or not?" he then agreed to my challenge and we went inside a nearby diner! We both ordered something to eat, (Miguel) "If you win I will apologize to the man from before but if I win you pay for my meal!" (Fernie) "Ugh sure thing" we both shuffled our decks and drew our opening hands. I was a bit rusty....(Miguel) "I will start, I call forth Guard Statue as my ace and I place an effect card!". Ace....right I have to summon a level 1 monster as my ace first, (Fernie) "I call forth Pearl Mage as my ace then I summon a Bronze Mage!".

I remembered I was able to summon another monster alongside my ace as long as it was also level one! I still felt nervous what if I had remembered wrong though?...(Miguel) "Relax I will remind you of the rules if you need me too!" (Fernie) "Thanks Miguel, okay I attack your ace with Pearl Mage!" Bronze Mage wasn't strong enough to get a successful hit but he may be useful later! (Miguel) "I take the hit, now how much did you bet on that attack?" (Fernie) "Bet? don't I just do 1 damage..." then it hit me the life system. Players were supposed to have 50 stones and would wager them on an attack hitting. I forgot I didn't have a set on me..."I don't have a set of stones with me sorry". (Miguel) "I see, then let's just try and keep track then, the 1 damage stands though!". A player had 20 lives, guess this is a rough start, (Miguel) "I evolve my ace to Lance Statue and summon a second one and they both attack your ace!". (Fernie) "I block the ace's attack with Emerald Shield!" he revealed his bet stones....it was 2 on the ace and 3 on his other monster so I went down to 17 lives. Okay Fernie let's show him what you are capable of!

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charcherry-weekly · 2 years ago

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Charcherry Weekly - Issue 134

Hello everyone, Mage of Light Nick Card here. The winds are changing... let's see what they bring.

A New Week, a New Pizza

All this week, focus was yet again on None Pizza with Left Beef. It was revealed this time that First Guardian Feral Ornis had been temporarily de-powered by the voidco agent, which managed to be enough to land Ornis into captivity. They attempted to contact Heir of Time Thoren Emit, but they were far too exhausted to do anything about the bird's plight. It was revealed in a particularly well hidden webpage that the voidco agent (number 215) had been tasked with carrying out a mission known as "Operation: C U Later". As it stands, few details are known about this mission, aside from the importance of the egg that they took from the nest that was once on AE's head. Feral Ornis was rescued via appearification and quickly regained connection to the Green Sun, allowing them to abscond shortly after being extracted from the cage. The week old ketchup that turned out to be in place of what was thought to be blood also was sendificated this week by Rogue of Heart Charles. Reportedly the ketchup smelled really bad. As of the most recent update, Agent 215 has infiltrated the Eros Machina, presumably at the time period of the prologue, as the vehicle has been shown approaching the black hole. As usual, updates will resume after the weekend.

Rolling Green Hills

Just the other day, the party of researchers set out to re-visit the green continent (which I refuse to call greenland because it is definitely not greenland). This party included Samus Kitten, Mage of Life Blaze, Rogue of Heart Charles, and your dear newsletter writer. Together we battled and trained pokemon once more, until a strange phenomena ejected us all back to Unity Village. After some time to recover, I returned the way I came and begun working on infrastructure. As of writing, there is now a limestone road from home base to the mine, as well as to the dock. Charles has located a supply outpost of some sort, where a number of useful items could be found. I had hoped to find a pokemon I could safely ride, but so far my luck has not been consistent. I managed to catch a spring forme deerling and a hoothoot. Both need to evolve in order to properly carry me. For now though, I am making sure to care for them the best that I can. I may return soon for more training, but as it stands, I have other things to tend to.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

Katie’s potion stand (*CaFAI filling in for Katie when unavailable)

Brae’s canned goods stand (currently closed for the time being)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

I think that does it for now. Tempus is still in the area and has been spending some time with Page of Mind Samm. There has yet to be any news regarding any new stands. Now for sleep. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/363/charcherry-weekly-issue-134

#charcherry weekly #sbarg2.5dungeoncrashers #sbargv2 #pokemon #left beef

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oxythedigiguy · 2 years ago

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Day 13 of playing Digimon World.

Since I still have some things to do (Toy Town seemed really interesting), I looked up a guide to finish whatever I had overlooked. Most of those were Digimon that either didn't add anything to the city or appeared based on luck, though. I did recruit Etemon, who was hiding on a tree. It was strong but I managed to beat it, but Jijimon threw it out of the city because it's a creep.

My next goal was Toy Town, but I needed a Numemon for that. I also wanted to recruit Angemon, but that required a vaccine type Digimon. So I just trained a lot (a percentage of the stats are inheritable so I wanted to preserve them as much as possible) and I also found the tablet Leomon was looking for. I was hoping it would have some information about the emergency, but the game never told me what it said.

Eventually, MetalGreymon faded away and I raised my new Digimon into a Kunemon and then a Numemon. I headed to Toy Town and used the Monzaemon costume to evolve my Numemon into it (which probably meant it was wearing a corpse, so that's fun). Thanks to that, I was finally able to find out what was going on here: a WaruMonzaemon had kidnapped someone and was terrorizing Toy Town. I guess the residents were hiding because of that and that's why the town seemed empty. After training my new Monzaemon for a bit (just in case), I challenged WaruMonzaemon and won, saving the kidnapped Hagurumon. Thanks to that, I acquired some new information from the robots in town:

At some point in history, some "bad guys" that came from outside the island started attacking the Digimon. This is probably the humans vs Digimon war we know took place a hundred years ago. What's interesting about it is that, apparently, the Digimon won. The humans swore this wasn't over and left. This would explain why, according to Cherrymon, twenty years passed between the war and the effects from the emergency.

After learning this, I left and went to recruit Angemon in the Ice Sanctuary (I knew there was a recruitable Digimon there!). Following its instructions, I recruited Vademon and Mamemon in Mt. Panorama. I also wasted some money on cards so I could exchange them for a fishing rod from ShogunGekomon.

Remember when I said I had explored all the map? Yeah, I was wrong. There is a place that can only be reached after getting a fishing rod and using it to catch Seadramon. So that's what I'll do tomorrow!

I have to say, I'm burning to get some more answers on what the hell is going on, but I'm also not ready for this to end. This is a weird game, because the final dungeon becomes available right when it feels like your journey is finally starting. There are also some things that probably take a lot of time to be completed (like the arena or the card collection), whereas the story is way shorter. But that just makes the game more bittersweet: you're thrown into this crazy and dangerous world and everything is so hostile at first, but once you start getting comfortable and having some fun, you realize it can last forever. Whether intentionally or not, the devs definitely nailed that feeling.

#digimon #digimon world #oxy plays digigames

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usagi-milktea · 3 years ago

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“Where’s the rest of the milk?”

Get a man who looks at you like how victor looks at that mug

#this was the first thing that came to my head after evolving this card #mlqc #mlqc victor #I’m sorry #mr love queens choice

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en-hale · 2 years ago

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V-Card Revoked ♡‧₊˚

Boyfriend!Hee x Fem!reader ♡‧₊˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

En-hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 2

☻ requested! by Anon, "a virgin inexperienced female reader who tries *things* with her boyfriend (heeseung from enhypen) who is a soft dom who tries hard to give her a pleasurable first time (first french kiss n all, reader is reallllyyyy inexperienced)"

WARNING ≕ 18+/smut (fingering - f receiving, grinding, protective sex, missionary, mild aftercare) Cursing. Read at your own discretion !

WORD COUNT ≕ 1.9k

AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ as soon as this was sent to me, I KNEW I had to write it. This was supposed to go on my old account, but I decided against it, and now it's here! Virgin you meets experienced Hee! Please enjoy! and tune in for day 3 tomorrow at 10pm CST!

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You and Heeseung had been friends for years. It started out as middle schoolers in the same biology class that had evolved into a hate-love friendship that eventually led to play dates and frozen yogurt on the weekends in high school. Platonic as it could be until Heeseung asked you to be his girlfriend, and now things were different. But not by much.

Kissing Heeseung was always so gentle, so chaste. He took into account your innocence and even the nagging words of your family that always praised how pure and dainty you were. You told them about your relationship and they practically threw you a party, and they welcomed Heesueng as their own in no time.

It was uncommon for the two of you not to be together almost constantly. Even when it came down to choosing colleges to go to, of course, you both went together. And your parents questioned nothing. They were so used to Heesueng coming over since middle school that even after you both started dating, nothing changed in the house. Your door could still be closed, you both could still be home without them, and Heeseung was always welcomed to spend the night; in different rooms, of course, the only form of rules he had to follow. They trusted you, they always thought, "never our daughter", and went about living their conservative lives. Or maybe they thought the damage had already been done. You weren't sure of which, preferably the former cause you felt queasy at the thought of your parents imagining that you've had sex.

But they were correct. In every which way. You were innocent, even though you hated it. You haven't dated Heeseung for too long, a beautiful 4 months, full of everything that was the same, except you sometimes kissed and held hands.

You were practically dying for something more.

And you sought out your chance when your parents left for the day, leaving you and Heeseung cooped up in your room, lying on the bed. Something irrelevant was playing on the tv, and Heeseung was on his phone, focused on an intense mobile game. You watched, as well as peaking into his button-down shirt, getting a good view of his toned chest and tan-like skin. His eyelashes fluttered, and you watched the brown of his eyes illuminate from the light off his phone. His lips were dry, yet fluffy. His fingers moved faced, and with each motion, his bones and veins contracted. You loved how pretty and delicate they look when he held your own, and how coarse and scratchy they were when he did anything else. It was one month into the relationship when you watched his hands like it was a movie. You pondered on the way they would feel against your bare waist and hips. You bit your lip each time you fathom the pleasure they could bring to you if he were to thrust them into the very core of your desire.

"Baby?" Heeseung voice broke your trance, and you shy away against his shoulder.

He chuckled. "Was the game that interesting?" His problem was that he didn't know how much you wanted him. Even if you were to scream it in his face, he'd laugh and pat your head like a child.

You had to take your own initiative, even if you had zero clue where to start.

He looked up from his phone once more, and his eyebrows dipped. "You okay?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," You gestured back. Heeseung had no clue what was happening when you grab for his phone and set it by his side.

You leaped on top of him, and he gasped, followed by a nervous giggle. You looked down at the beautiful specimen that he was and took a second to just admire that he was your boyfriend. His hands hovered over the back of your thighs, nervous to touch.

"Kiss me please," You whined. His face relaxed and his teeth came into play as he smiled. His head moved up and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. it lasted no longer than half a second.

You huffed. "Heeseung," Your voice dropped, and he looked up at you with shock, but he paid close attention, you could feel his hands eventually make their way onto your skin.

"Kiss me." and this time, it was a command. Again, he did, and again, it was feathery. Even with your voice in desperation, he was so gentle, and part of that made your heart flutter, but the other part made you want to crack in irritation.

He pulled away, and you reached down under his head and pull him back up to you. You pushed through your shyness and little-to-no understanding of what the fuck to do, but you let it die off cause there was another feeling bursting through the seams.

"Harder." You washed as his cheeks blushed pink. You dive back in and give the only type of kiss you know. You pushed down on his lips, hoping that was the answer, but you clank into his teeth, and you back away with a hiss.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," You mumbled. You could feel the barely-there moment already drifting away, leaving the room a bit awkward.

Heeseung rubbed against his teeth and laughed.

You watch him as he grew gigglier and gigglier underneath you. "What's so funny?" You don't mean to laugh too, but you do.

"You're so cute when you don't know what to do." He said through more laughter. You gasped happily and hit his shoulder.

"I was trying," You lift off of him, ready to move on to more nothingness and growing aggravation, but Heeseung stopped you.

His gaze was something different, something you hadn't seen before, and your chest does a thing. He licked his lips, and sat up against the headboard, moving you with him.

"You really want to kiss me?" He teased. His hands moved to your waist and clutched on them in a way he never had before. You could feel your head throbbing with each beat of your heart.

You can only nod.

And he nodded back. "Okay," His hand pressed warmly to your cheek and he leaned in.

You watched his eyes scan your lips, and in seconds they were placed on yours.

Finally, His lips dipped into your own and he didn't pull away. You kissed back, mimicking his own motions in hope that it was correct. He leaned away with a smirk. "Good," His other hands traveled up to your jaw and cupped your face. "I want to be gentle with you," he whispered. "But you're making that hard." Your eyes glazed over, and your skin rose in goosebumps. He kissed fiercely this time around. You managed to keep up, but the newfound experience heightened your desire more. You don't mean to moan against his lips, but it comes out in waves.

In seconds, he flipped the two of you over. Now he was seated between your legs, hands in your hair, and lips never deter away from yours.

Heeseung has told you before he wasn't a virgin. You had to force it out of him, but eventually, he told you. He didn't want you to feel bad and blah blah blah, but he had no idea how much that actually turned you on.

He groaned against your mouth, the first time you heard such a noise escape from it. He pulled you towards him with one hand and stroked your cheek with the other, his thumb rubbed into your chin and forced your lips to part. He stuck his tongue in and you gasped against his. Its texture is unfamiliar to your own, but it's exciting and new. You let it roam and connect with your own tongue. He massaged the inside and intertwined it with your own. You could feel the spit in your mouth wanted to escape, but you swallow it down, marveling at the thought of his spit going down your throat.

His hands grab at your waist with that new familiar hold and pulled you closer, even though there was no room left. Your hips are so close that you both were practically fused to one another, the only thing keeping you apart is the fabric of your clothes.

He groaned against your lips again. "Baby wait," he whispered. He pulled away, his eyes taken another second closed before fluttering open. His eyes were darker than usual, full of something you couldn't quite explain. "I don't know where this is going," You watch his lips barely move as he spoke. His eyes matched yours, hooded and glazed over. You knew he felt the same way, burning somewhere inside with passion and urgency.

You just hoped it matched your own.

"I think we should -- listen, things feel like their going further than usual, I just don't want you to push something that's not there."

You huffed with exaggeration, "Oh, it's there." and he scoffed playfully. You reach up to his face and pull his lips to yours. "Hee," You moaned.

"Wait," he pressed a hand into your arm. You stopped, that word once again throwing you off the course you wanted to be on. "This is -- really okay? Cause if I'm thinking what I think, you want to-"

"Have sex Hee, yes. Intercourse, fuck, make love, whatever you want to call it." The words came streaming out like a volcano.

"Okay. But, this is your first time, so we don't have to go all the way if you don't want to."

You leaned forward, your lips pressed against his. "You do whatever you want to me. And if it's not to my liking, I'll stop okay?"

His sudden lustful smirk popped up on his face, quickly wiped away with a caring grin as he focused his attention on you. "Okay." A quick peck sealed the deal.

"Can I keep going then?"

"Of course." His hands traveled all over and his lips kissed anywhere they could. You watched him watch you react to the different places his lips touched, causing either a gasp, or moan, or giggle. You knew it was leaving slight marks on your body, and that knowledge drove you crazy. He pulled away and marveled down at your body. You just blushed under his gaze.

"You're perfect," He spoke under his breath. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up until your bra was revealed, the same old same old you wore on most days, and now looking back, you'd wish you would've worn something cuter than a grey sports bra.

His eyes darted from your chest to your eyes, "Okay if I take this off?" he asked.

As always, you said yes. He pulled it above your head that, for a few seconds, got tangled in your arms, but he managed to pull them through and throw the shirt into the atmosphere. Sooner than later, your bra joined it on the floor. You knew a curse word escaped his lips, but you couldn't hear which one it was. Instead, he dove down into your chest, not bothering to ask when your hands played and tugged in his hair, a sign of a yes. He sucked and licked and kissed until your skin was so numb that you could barely feel it. He attended to each nipple, one in his hand and the other in his mouth. He pushed down with his thumb and his tongue on your hardened bud, causing your hips to drive off the bed and into his stomach. You felt his lips turn up into a smile.

While you drifted into la-la land, your realized his mouth had moved down to your hips, centimeters away from your shorts. He made sure you watched as he took one drawstring between his teeth and untied them before your eyes. He pecked at your hip bone where the shorts had fallen.

He gave you one knowing look and you nod frantically. He dipped two fingers underneath the hem and pulled them down until they were at your feet. You kicked them off, desperate.

You now were left only in one article of clothing that covered the part of you that mattered the most, while he was still fully clothed. Something in the variation of nakedness churned your stomach in pleasure.

He kissed over your body again, except this time, the fabric wasn't in the way, and his mouth got to do whatever it wanted. His lips eventually found their way to your thigh and darkened the flesh with his teeth. He took extra time to kiss over your stretch marks and blemishes and you blushed in embarrassment and thrill. His large hands massaged your skin while his lips stayed busy. He slid a finger under your panties where it met your hips, rubbing it against your pubic mound. He smiled up at you.

Again, the knowing look came, and you nod. He took a second to kiss your mound against the fabric. He kissed the surrounding areas as well before sliding them down your legs and landing on the floor with the rest of the forgotten-about clothes.

His eyes widen as he took you all in. "Fuck, baby," He cursed. He soaked his index finger in his own spit and dove it back against your folds and your damp pubic hair. Your eyes were closed, but you knew he was watching you with each fragile touch. You whimpered when you felt it push into your wetness. His touch was gentle, but you could feel the bones and callus of his finger, that feeling you so badly craved to feel. He pushed all the way in until it was at the base, and he stilled. Not moving or rubbing or anything. You reached toward him and grabbed onto the first thing you could; his bicep.

His face turned to you, and he looked with lust and worry. "Does this hurt?" You shook your head, tightening your grip when his thumb comes up to make light circles on your clit. "No, no, please move. Shit, this feels really good."

"Okay," he stammered. Your head fell back against the pillow as he continued, his speed increasing with every few seconds. "Hee," you gasped.

"Shh, it's alright," he hushed, "Just let me make you feel good baby. You look so precious like this."

You groaned and groaned until you felt like you needed more. So you spread your legs in an attempt to tell him that. He smiled and chuckled.

"I get it," he laughed. He rubbed his second finger through your wetness before pushing it in as well. "This is two fingers baby. If it's too much, tell me."

"Shit," you moaned. His other finger used more force to push in, and Heeseung reacted to your tight walls. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself. You squirm when both fingers are all the way in, and you can't stop your hips from thrusting in the air.

"This feels good, right?" He asked. You can only nod for the umpteenth time. His fingers can't help but gently thrust through the thickness of your walls, but he does it with guided ease, twisting and turning and curving them in and out. You knew he's done this before, maybe more the a couple of times. But in a way, it made you feel safe, more secure, doing this with someone who had already experienced the amusement of sex. You are entirely inexperienced, so you let him lead, and you trusted him with everything in you, soaking in every bit of pleasure that made you brain turn to goo.

A few more aching seconds later, and he does something, to which you have no clue what it was, but your back arched off the bed, and your eyes squeezed shut. A shiver runs through every bone in your body. "Oh my god," you mumbled. You dug your nails into his skin and hear him hiss.

"It's okay baby, breathe." You didn't realize you were holding your breath and it escaped in a flash. "Good or bad?"

'Good," You moaned. "Oh fuck, really good, don't stop."

Heeseung leaned forward and pecked at the delicate skin around your thighs and stomach. You sense the slight marks he's leaving, and you focus on the feeling of his mouth instead of his fingers. It helped to ease away the pain circulating in your stomach, dispersing that urge to tip over the edge. You opened your eyes and were met with his looking up at you while he sucked and kissed. Your heart pounded a mile a minute.

"Okay, okay that's enough," You pushed his fingers away. He does as you pleased, but continued to peck at your belly. Your hips lift up in an attempt to chase him after you were left empty but you knew you needed more now.

"I need you," You said. "Please, Hee. I need you so bad," You've never heard yourself so needy and whiny, but Heeseung got the message, and traveled up your body to meet your lips, your hips still jutting around.

You whimpered into the kiss, and he hushed you once more. "It's okay. I'm going to give you exactly what you want." He spoke across your lips. "Just calm down for me." Your foreheads collide, and you both breathe in and out. It helped calm your racing heart, but the sensation below was still very there.

He lifted up when he saw you were calmer, and took each finger in his mouth, sucking each dry, and making sure to catch the wetness that dripped down his hand between his index and middle.

He stood off the bed and undressed quickly. He started with his button-down and you got the pleasure to see his skin and the way he shined, outlining his smooth frame. Next was his pants, and then his underwear. You didn't intend to turn away with shyness at the way his cock sprung out of his boxers, but it overwhelmed you. He watched you get shy, and walked back, kissing at each cheek.

"This -- might hurt," he said as he settled between your legs. He kissed you tenderly, taking both hands and placing them on your waist, causing your skin to quiver. "If it starts to not feel good then tell me. Don't hesitate for even a second to say something. Let me take care of you and make this the best first time."

You listen to the words roll off his tongue, and your heart is full of so many different emotions that you could just cry. But you knew that would worry Heeseung, so you hold it, responding with a smile.

He removed his wallet from your nightstand and pulled out a condom. You decided to question him later about the reason he carried one around. You watch him pull it over his shaft, and hear your heart pounding in your ears. His hands shook as he got in position, and you place your not-much-more calmer hand over his.

"I trust you," he smiled and leaned forward to kiss you.

"I know," He hummed. He took one deep breath and placed his hands on your hips, persuading your legs to spread further. He shuffled as close as he could until his thighs were pressed deep into yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut on demand. He placed the weight of himself over you, on his arms. Out of instinct, you reach to grasp.

"I'm nervous," It tumbled out of your mouth, but you were glad you were so honest.

"Me too," He whispered, his breath shaking. "But you still want this?"

You assure him once more that this decision was final, and he nods knowingly. Seconds later, he pushed in and heat spreads throughout the lower part of you. You both were finally connected. You suck in a large breath and hold it, digging into his skin, sure that you were going to leave indents, maybe even marks. The stretch was nothing like you were expecting. It was a sting for the longest, and as he pushed in further, that dissipated and turned to discomfort.

He continued pushing until your hips meet. His flesh was inside you, pushing at your shallow and tight walls. You scrambled your hands to his back for dear life, crying out into his ear. He kissed you in an attempt to get you to ignore the pushing pain, but you're unable to kiss back.

"I love you," it made your skin tremble, but you reply back with the same words.

"I'm going to stay still and you tell me when I can move." Your hips sway in experimental motions, grinding ever so lightly. He stayed still as he promised, but you saw the urge in his eyes to move. His cock felt stiff and unwinding, the only thing with a sense of stability among the both of your racing hearts.

The pain is still there, but it's more of an ache than pure pain, and you felt a line of pleasure when you moved in a specific way. So you give him the okay to move.

His thrusts are fragile, like if he thrusted any softer, you wouldn't feel it. They moved in a pace motion, as if he's calculating every second in-between on when to go in and out. You could hear your slick pussy make a sound each time. You blushed and were thankful that he was so focused on his rhythmic movements that he doesn't notice. Or at least he didn't say anything. But you don't have time to think as he reached down to your clit and rubbed in light circles. It was enough to overcome the pain and push you into full pleasure.

"Hee!" You yelled. Your nails ripped red lines down his back.

He leaned forward, his chest flushed against yours. "I'm right here baby," He kissed at your open mouth. "I got you. You feel amazing. just keep going, keep making those noises so I know it feels good.'

His thrusts sharpened, and you can't help but yell out moans one after another. Each time you lifted your hips to get more friction, the sound of your skins slapping together echoed in the room.

"Oh my god, you feel so good." You whimpered against his ear.

"You feel even better. Thank you -- for letting me -- be your first. Fuck." He panted out.

He took one large thrust, and you gasped, feeling the ache in your stomach again as your orgasm resurfaced.

"Hee," You gasped out. "Heesueng!" You were nearly there.

"I've got you, I still have you," he said. His free hand reached up to place your nipple between his fingers and your back arched. His voice is breathy while he moaned against your throat.

"Hee!" You cried. "I think I'm close," your hips jutted uncontrollably, wanting so badly for him to press harder against your clit.

And as if he was reading your mind, he does, "come for me. Let it all go." And that was the only thing you needed to hear as it overtook your entire body. It wasn't the first time you've ever orgasmed, you weren't that pure, but it was the first one that course through your body and made you see white. It was so powerful, that for a second you couldn't hear anything. You were sure you'd never feel something like this again unless it was with Heeseung.

He kept his thrusting in you and whimpered at your walls clamping around him. His hips snapped into yours, and you knew he was coming when his teeth bit down on your flesh. You felt the sudden warmth inside you as the condom filled.

You winced as he pulled out of you. He kissed all over your bruised body. He started at the new wound on your neck and moved down to your irritated nipples that he pinched down on. You held his dark hair in your hands and combed through them as the remedy to calm your high. Words weren't spoken for a while. You need recovery time and to digest what really just happened.

"Welp," Heeseung hummed. "That's sex for you," and you both giggled.

He kissed your forehead, and smooth the hair away from your sweaty face. "You were amazing. I'm so happy I got to do that with you." He planted another kiss on your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you more," You stopped the tears from wanting to flow.

"Impossible," He remarked, smiling down. The rest of the time before your parents came back home was full of aftercare and showers. It was sore to walk, and you worried about what your parents would say if they saw you in that condition, so Heesueng came up with a plan right before they got home.

Your eyes were closed, huddled under the sheets. Your parents knocked at the door and Heeseung being his charming self explained you were fast asleep.

You couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

God, you loved that man.

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adorerdraco · 4 years ago

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It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute.

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours.

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren't afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I'm just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with.

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout.

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot.

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!”

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further.

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast.

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go.

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you.

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached.

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you'll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s.

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he'd come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him.

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him.

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly.

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him.

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists.

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

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