#or he will eventually calm down & be sorry but it's like the damage is fucking done man & it hurts like

[bpdumb]

i think the worst part about this bpd shit is that no matter what happens i am genuinely never going to heal properly like im always going to freak out over the tiniest shit & just crumble like it's so fucking exhausting

#my boyfriend is never going to understand that when i make a suggestion & he snaps at me bc he's tired im going to shut the fuck down #& it happens every time too like he just doesnt seem to get it at all #or he will eventually calm down & be sorry but it's like the damage is fucking done man & it hurts like #i know that it's an overreaction but that's the whole point. i can't help it & i need him to be more fucking vidulent with his words/action #the worst part is that i end up splitting & getting angry & shutting down bc i can fucking deal with it #he's also autistic so he can't help his frustrations & i keep trying to tell myself it's not about me but like #goddamn !!! im terrible at that !!! im fucking mentally ill & he is triggering me like crazy over & over again it's so exhausting & painful #& then i feel guilty like im not being understanding enough of his autism bc he genuinely cant help it either but like where is that for me #sometimes it just feels like he's not considerate of me until it's too fucking late & im already upset #like why do i have to get hurt or mad before he's finally like okay damn my bad #im just so frustrated & hurt and i feel like its never going to get any better #i just always have to lick my wounds in silence because i can never make people understand my pain or let them see how truly fucked up i am #bc god knows they cannot handle it clearly #text

[weebsinstash]

Imagine just fckn tasering Valentino because he tries to touch you.

Like look at when he died! He's an old fuck! He's not gonna expect the small taser on the key chain to keep the pervs away.

Taser Valentino.

The future is now, old man!

You know this actually got me thinking about a different idea. Could you imagine being so terrified from his increasingly intense behavior that you get yourself a taser to carry around, and eventually you're grabbed by him and you're going to taser Valentino and, with a taser, you have to go for kind of a weak point, there are prongs that have to make contact, so you go for his neck since everywhere else is like, his coat

...but his neck fur is way too thick and the taser just gets caught and maybe even causes a spark on his fur and CATCHES IT ABLAZE

You're being shoved away while he's like FREAKING OUT, SHOUTING SCREAMING HOLLERING, trying to put it out, little embers become a flame, shit shit shit shit he never knew he was so FLAMMABLE--

It gets put out maybe even by someone DUMPING WATER ON HIM and now he's soaking wet, clothes ruined, missing a LARGE, VISIBLY LARGE portion of fur on one side of his neck and the fur around it is singed and damaged. now he's BEYOND FURIOUS because from HIS perspective, he was just, swiping you up to give you a little kiss, maybe slip some tongue in there, maybe bite your neck and shoulders a little, and you respond to his generous flirting and complimenting of you by ASSAULTING HIM, ruining his beautiful snow white fur like DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO KEEP THIS CLEAN--

You'd be getting such an awful punishment. A prolonged punishment really, besides a potential paddling (because i feel like yandere valentino goes for sexually painful punishments instead of beatings since um, that's a little hardcore for me, although i do think he'd still slap you in the face). He might make you do extra hard work for WEEKS, or he might get drunk and furious and even do something to YOUR hair. Furious coked up Valentino just appearing out of nowhere when your guard is down, grabbing you by your hair and you suddenly hear the ZZZZZZZ of ELECTRIC CLIPPERS and he's shaving your fucking head and POORLY and then afterwards when he's sobered up and calmed down he'll laugh at how ugly you look (and then force you to wear some kind of wig because 1 you're kinda uggo now and 2 MAYBE JUST MAYBE he doesn't like looking at the reminder he hurt you and you're upset with him

Like I'm sorry I think he'd really have to put in some fucking work to earn any affection back if he touched my fucking hair let alone left me partially or fully BALD like. Reader finally quits and runs away and now Val has to chase you down and uses you running away as a reason for further punishment, or he love bombs you and apologizes instead, makes you lower your guard so he can hurt you all over again

Separate idea. Can you imagine you're doing your whole "no one understands how you work for him without fucking him or being a sex worker" thing, and you're like, riding home or to work or somewhere with him and his other employees, and you're fishing things out of your purse or your bag or your pockets or whatever, and Valentino sees you briefly set aside a self defense weapon like a switchblade or a taser and he has a really immediate negative reaction about it, like "why the fuck are you carrying that around? You better not be having that on you at my clubs or in my fucking studio!" And he can immediately tell by your expression that you do, and maybe he even DEMANDS you hand it over, and Angel sitting beside him gets This LOOK on his face as he realizes that, Val doesn't want you to have something on you to defend yourself from HIM

You just look scared and confused and can't understand why Valentino's so angry and he plays it off as you're going to ruin his image if you're causing fights and acting wild, that he'll fire you and throw you out on the streets, meanwhile Angel knows his boss is still feeling paranoid after that one stripper Candy pulled a knife on him during sex after he threatened to make her do a donkey show last week (and also did you guys know that term is literal 💀💀💀 I thought it was horseplay bdsm 😅 Valentino literally canonically threatened Angel with making him film zoo porn and now I'm just wondering if he films EVERY kink genre because some of that gets.... reeeeeeal messed up....)

#hh #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #sinprompts

[whxre-bxby]

Hate-Fucking with Mansk

THANK YOU FOR 1K Followers you guys deserve the world!

Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N

I will be making one with Lyle thanks to the great plot idea from @onlyreadz

Masterlist

Summary: Mansk has been attracted to you since you were human. As a newly recruited recombinant, he was ready to focus on the mission but your presence distracts him. A hatred for you builds up in him along with frustration and one evening, it all comes out and he can't help himself but deal with you.

WARNINGS: SMUT, man-handling, degrading, mean Mansk, filthy language, violence, fighting, angst, non-con (a little), hurt/comfort,

Side rant: this shit took me ages, enjoy (made with love)

Word Count: 9760

Today was the day the recombinant plan was being put into action. This was a major breakthrough for the RDA and their best hope of finding Jake Sully. 

Since the recom’s had the memories of soldiers and were now much bigger than humans, they needed to be woken up in groups so that the medical staff could tend to them all. All of them were therefore woken separately to ensure everyone's safety and prevent chaos. 

Mansk was in the first group along with Lopez, Warren, and Walker. Everything went well there and once they had been medically checked they were allowed to leave and dress themselves in their uniforms. 

They were told to wait in the cafeteria until everyone was awake. Mansk had a hard time adapting to his new body but he kept it to himself. His friend managed to distract him from it too. 

The second group was slightly more chaotic. But what did they expect when they had Lyle and Miles in the same room? Quaritch apparently delivered a solid punch to Lyle’s face which was well deserved because that is not the first thing one wants to wake up to. Especially not after one’s memories have the Na’vi categorised under the clear enemy. Nothing huge happened and soon they joined the others in the cafeteria. 

The group you were in was the last group but you were woken at the same time as the second one, just in a different room. 

Let’s just say that chaos was very much present there too. You woke up along with Ja, Prager, and Brown and Ja did the same thing Lyle did to Brown. Brown was known for being fast to act on his instincts so Ja wasn’t just punched, he was put in a chokehold. 

While this whole commotion was happening your eyes were opening and the noise startled you, making you sit up. There was a human next to you trying to keep you laying down but it didn’t really work. You scanned the room, watching 2 Na’vi males roll around on the floor while a third tried pulling them apart and obviously, you freaked out. Before they knew you were awake you screamed, jumping off the side of the bed. The fighting stopped for a second as they looked at you. Prager hurried over to you, trying to calm you down and introduce himself but you weren’t having it. 

The pause in the fight was used to Brown’s advantage as he pulled Ja to his feet and they slammed up against a screen attached to the ceiling. It broke off, swinging to you and the edge of it hit your jaw. 

Prager stepped closer than you wanted and the heart-beat detecting monitor next to you was launched at him. Prager ducked the heavy equipment and it flew right past Brown’s head who had let go of Ja in shock. Ja had rolled him over now, yelling at his previous friend while Prager was shouting at you to stop damaging the equipment. 

He called your name which confused you and soon you remembered that you were supposed to wake up like this. 

Y/N’s POV: 

“Oh fuck- Prager I’m sorry.”  I said, clasping my face in my hands and gathering myself. 

He tried comforting me while pulling Ja off of Brown and eventually, everyone had calmed down. 

The medics tried patching up my bruised jaw and bleeding nose but it hurt more so I left to get dressed. We were given new uniforms and then given permission to leave and meet the others. 

When we arrived, Quaritch was already giving everyone a pep-talk. Ja flung the door open stepping inside. Brown put his hand on his shoulder in an apologetic manner for the punches but Ja pushed his hand away, still mad. 

The room went silent as we walked in. Brown followed Ja inside and both of them had bruises and small cuts. I walked in after Brown, holding a bloody tissue to my nose and Prager was behind me to watch out for us. 

No one else was injured. Just Lyle had suffered a punch. Fike apparently too. Seeing us all walk in was like watching soldiers return from war and Quaritch sighed. Maybe this team would kill itself before he could order us to step outside. 

Lyle broke the silence by laughing, getting up and examining Brown before laughing more. I wasn’t in the mood for his jokes so I sat down next on the bench, ears tipped back. I noticed through the tattoos and some facial features that I was sitting next to Z-Dog who was already grinning at me. I scoffed at her amused reaction and she pressed me against her before biting her lip. 

“What the fuck happened?” she asked, making me show her my bleeding nose while she and Walker suppressed laughter. 

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” I say, shrugging it off. It was embarrassing. 

“Lyle got punched by the Colonel.” she whispered and I looked at her wide-eyed before wheezing. 

“No way.” I say, looking at Lyle who had now sat down too. She nodded and I gave in. 

“Brown had Ja face-down on the ground.” I whisper back, smiling. “And I thought Prager was going to kill me.” 

She held a fist in front of her mouth as we both grinned. “They threw a TV at me.” I add to her amusement and she laughs. 

“Assholes.” I whisper jokingly. Everyone settles down and Quaritch begins explaining our mission. 

Third Person POV:

Your group walked into the room and everyone had examined you all, noting the injuries and the tension. Mansk recognised his former colleagues, smiling to himself when he saw how they messed each other up. Then his eyes moved on to you and his smile was swiped clean off. 

He stared and his heart stopped beating for a moment. Of course, Mansk remembered you. You were his main and secret problem as a human. He didn’t know you had signed up for the Phoenix project. 

His eyes stayed fixated on you as you sat down and he scanned all your features. As you talked to Z-Dog, Lopez nudged him in the side with a chuckle. 

“Not even a minute in and you’re back on ‘er.” he whispered and Mansk’s eyes shot to him while he flattened his ears back. 

“Shut up.” Mansk shrugged him off, looking down at his feet. Lopez knew that he used to like you before.

Mansk had a thing for you when you were humans but he never told you and you never knew. He didn’t plan on telling you now either. The plan was to do what he did before: suppress his feelings and ignore you as best he could. He wasn’t able to ignore you before but now this was going to be a new version of Mansk. A better one, he told himself. This time, he would avoid you. 

Mansk needed to set his priorities straight. He was on a mission here which involved some personal conflict for he knew Jake too and wanted revenge. He hated the Na’vi and was ready to give this mission his all. No distractions. That wouldn’t happen this time. He also hated that his attraction to you stayed even in your Avatar form. 

Y/N’s POV:

We had landed on Pandora now. 

The next day we were getting our gear ready for the mission and I was given a gun I’d never seen before. I wasn’t familiar with this type of weapon because this wasn’t the one we would ever use. They probably created new guns while we were gone. I held it, examining the firearm and trying to figure out how to load it and with what. 

Everyone else was busy with their stuff, except for Mansk who was leaning against a table next to his finished and clean guns. I remembered him. I think we might have even been quite good friends. One of the things I remember about him was that he knew his weapons. He could definitely help me with mine. 

I grab my stuff and walk over to him. He’s wearing his shades and only looks at me once I’m right next to him. 

“Hey,” I smile. “Can you help me with this? I don’t know how to load it.” I say, laying out my weapon which seemed to have three parts. I expected this to be a good ice-breaker and from then on we could have a nice conversation and catch up on things. But no.

He just tilted his head to the side to look at my gun, then at me and then he looked away. 

“You should know how.” he replied, his voice low and cold. Mansk then reached for his things and left, exiting the room without another word. 

I stood there watching him leave, surprised by his answer. We used to always talk. What was that about?

Either way, I found his reaction unnecessary. We’re meant to help each other and he was being an asshole. Mansk better have a good explanation for that otherwise I’ll be pissed. Maybe something happened, so I’ll let it slide once. 

Something similar happened that evening. We were once again in the cafeteria specifically made for the recombinants and I had just gotten my food. 

Zdinarsk was the closest person in here to me so I was obviously going to sit with her. We had large tables for multiple people to sit on at once and I spotted her next to Lyle. As I’m walking to her I notice Mansk is opposite Lyle and the only space free is opposite Z-Dog which is next to him. 

Maybe he will apologise now and tell me what got him in such a bad mood. 

Without thinking much of it, I put my tray down on the table and Zdinarsk smiles at me before continuing to listen to the conversation between Lyle and Prager who was on the other side of Mansk. 

I sit down and notice Mansk glance at me from the corner of my eye. He freezes, looking away and tightly clenches his fist around the knife he’s holding. I’m unwrapping my food and suddenly, he stands up in silence and swipes his tray from the table, leaving us all startled. 

Mansk walked away and I felt him glare at me as he turned away and walked to another table. 

Zdinarsk and I exchange glances. 

“What’s up with him?” Lyle asks chuckling and taking a bite out of his bread. They watched him walk off and I huffed, wiping my hand over my face. 

“No idea. He’s being a real dick.” I mumble, arranging the food on my plate. 

“Really? He was just joking around with us a minute ago.” Zdinarsk said and I looked up at her. Maybe he wasn’t just in a bad mood. Perhaps my gut feeling was right. Mansk might really dislike me for whatever reason. 

“I think he hates me.” I say, looking down and starting my meal. 

“What you do?” she asks, her eyes flicking between Mansk and me. He’s sat at the table behind me, his back facing mine. Lyle and Prager are quietly listening. Lyle loved listening to all the drama and the news. It was his guilty pleasure. In a way, he was a gossip girl.

As humans, I could be ranting about my ex to Z-Dog and he would be standing with us, eating his protein bars and just listening with wide eyes. 

“Nothing. Literally nothing.” I say and she stays silent in thought for a while before we all shrug it off and start talking about something else. 

Today we had started the mission and we were sent out into the forest of Pandora. Roughly in the area, the last battle took place. It was all very familiar and even though there was beautiful scenery all around us, it haunted me. I died on these grounds a few years back…

We were walking in line, following Quaritch and Lyle who were leading the way. 

“Alright team, we’re runnin’ out of time so we need to split up te’ cover more ground.” Quaritch said, turning around and resting one hand on his vest while the other held his gun. Lyle nodded, looking at us before Quaritch quickly counted down the line, pointing two of his fingers at his soldiers to divide us up into pairs. At least he wasn’t calling out our names, then it would feel like we’re back in school. 

Mansk stood frozen as I watched Quaritch quickly point the two of us together. He looked around and everyone was already walking off in pairs while the Colonel turned around, leaving with Lyle.

Great…

I had my own mission for the next hour: to make this the worst most unpleasant hour Mansk has experienced. He was getting some payback for how he treated me before. I don’t let things like that just slide. 

He was tense and his ears pinned back flat against his head as he huffed, looking at me. I gave him an innocent smile which I knew would piss him off. It did and he turned away, walking in the direction we were supposed to go in. 

If he doesn’t start a fight I won’t bother him. But I’m sure he’ll have something to say before our time ends. 

I followed him in silence, looking around and holding my weapon steady. 

After about 15 minutes of hearing nothing but the sounds of the forest, the first comment came from him. 

“Walk faster.” he said, not even bothering to turn around. I stop and my ears perk forwards as I process his words. Who does he think he is?

“I’m right behind you.” I snap back, rolling my eyes. “Dipshit.” I mumble. 

His ears react to the insult and he turns around. “What?” 

“Dipshit.” I repeat in a mocking way, making his brows furrow in irritation behind his stupid shades. I walk past him, refusing to waste another second of my time dealing with him. 

“Quit it, you’ll ruin the mission.” he says, starting to walk behind me now with his ears strained again. 

“Oh really?” I say, waving my arms. “How?”

I turn to face him and as I do I slightly stumble over a root in the path. Mansk raises an eyebrow at me. 

“Actin’ like that.” he replies, motioning to my leg. Now my ears are flattened back and my tail flicks in annoyance as I glare at him. 

“Like your behaviour is so much better. Take your stupid shades off and then we’ll see who’s talking.” I call out, turning around again and walking away. 

That got under his skin. “Take it back.” he growls, following me again. 

“Like, apologise? No way. If any one of us needs to apologise it’s you.” I sneer in response. 

I hear him scoff in annoyance too. My attitude was frustrating him but I didn’t care because he was such a pain in my ass. 

“Yeah? For what?” he asks, watching me walk in front of him. 

“For being such an ass to me for no reason. The fuck did I do?” I ask, stopping and turning to face him. I really wanted to know. 

He scowled at me before just ignoring what I said and walking further. I let out a frustrated groan. 

“Fucking answer.” I call after him, fighting the urge to call him a ‘hormonal bitch’. Damn was he lucky I was restraining myself. 

“Shut up and walk.” he mutters with an ice-cold tone. 

“You’re being such a moron. We used to be friends.” I say, looking down while continuing to walk straight ahead. My body bumps into his and then I realise that he stopped in his tracks, facing me. 

He was towering over me, a stern expression dressing his face. 

“We weren’t friends. You were a pain in my ass. Always clueless. Never knowin’ what to do and never doin’ it right.” he snarled at me and his harsh words startled me, making me take a step back. I didn’t expect that. 

“How you got chosen for this mission is a fuckin’ mystery te’ me, airhead.” He added, walking up on me and staring me down before walking off again. 

I wanted to shout an insult back at him but deep down his words hurt me. I stood still for a few moments, repeating what he just said to me and it made my heart ache. My memories told me we used to be great friends. Why were his so different?

Mansk almost disappears behind the trees so I start walking again,re-adjusting some of the gear I had on. After about five minutes I catch up to him again but we walk in silence. When we turn a corner I notice Mansk stopped walking again. 

“For fuck’s sake what is it now?” I complain, wanting to push past him until I hear a loud snort and huff. I freeze myself as Mansk and I slowly look up, meeting eyes with a huge animal. 

I immediately recognise it. It’s an elephant-sized cow creature. The one that crushed Lyle. It’s almost roaring at us and Mansk stretches his arm out in front of me, pushing me back. 

The purple feather-like parts on its head move around and I realise it is displaying a territorial warning. The one Jake, Grace and Norm dealt with in the forest. Grace taught me all about it. 

Mansk curses under his breath before grabbing my vest and tugging me back. 

“Run.” he shouts but I push him off of me. 

He doesn’t understand and gets frustrated with me, wondering why I wasn’t going with him. I turn back to the creature and throw my gun down on the ground next to me. It wouldn’t help in any scenario here. Mansk didn’t know that and I heard bullets soar through the air. They pushed off of the animal's thick skin, not harming it. The action just made it angrier.

“Don’t you dare shoot at it.” I snarl at him while the animal backs up. “You’ll make it worse.” 

He’s watching me with wide eyes, standing a few feet behind me. 

“Put the gun down, Mansk!” I shout, watching as he hesitates. My attention returns to the animal and it has finished backing up now. I steady myself on the ground, placing one foot in front of the other and watching it. It takes off, running towards us at full speed and I take a step forward, snarling at it and baring my fangs. 

Mansk’s heart drops in fear as it nears us.

It comes to a halt barely in front of me, quickly backing up and huffing. I watch it for a while, not moving from my position. It watches me, waiting for me to retreat but I don’t, so it turns and leaves. The tall grass rustles as the animal turns away and I straighten my posture, watching it until it’s fully gone. 

I turn to look at Mansk who looks completely shocked. His expression makes me scoff. 

“Clueless airhead, huh?” I say, giving him a shit-eating grin before picking up my gun and resuming our walk. “Look at you hiding behind me like a bitch.”

His perked ears tip back again as I resume the argument.

He watches me with wide eyes before quickly following. I knew he was confused but he wouldn’t ask so I might as well enlighten him with the things I do know. 

“That was a Hammerhead Titanothere. They’re not usually aggressive. It was just a territorial warning display.” I say and I know very well he is listening. 

“Shooting it is useless. They have bulletproof skin. You just need to stand your ground when it does that.” I continue to explain, not looking behind me. 

Now I turn around, just to mock him. “You see, I’m not good at loading these stupid guns and yet my chances of survival here are still bigger than yours.” I smile at him and he shoots me a glare. 

It amazed Mansk how well you handled that situation. Of course, he wouldn’t ever say that. But you had climbed a rank in his eyes. That didn’t change how much he despised you though. He despised your attitude even though it was his fault you were giving it to him. Mansk hated how easily you would get him distracted and how you never seemed to understand his grudge against you. 

We returned to the meeting area and no one found anything. The mission was called off for the day and we returned to Bridgehead. I didn’t speak to Mansk on the way back at all. Why should I? He wasn’t just rude anymore he was unnecessarily mean to me. 

Later that evening, I was back in the gym. The gym was its own separate building with very bright lights. Everyone had left because everyone gets up early. I couldn’t sleep though because I felt so frustrated and angered, I needed to let it out somewhere. The unlucky boxing bag was getting it all. I was able to properly let my emotions out because no one else was in here with me. The recom’s had their own gym because we needed bigger equipment. And everyone had gone to bed. 

I wanted to scream my lungs out as I delivered punch after punch to the bag but I knew someone would hear me, thinking it was an emergency. 

I continued beating the shit out of the boxing sack when I heard the main door click open. My arms reached for the bag to still it and I held onto it to stay on my feet while turning around to see who had entered the gym. I had hair sticking to my face and my chest was heaving while beads of sweat decorated my blue skin. 

My eyes met the eyes of Mansk who was standing in front of the door with his hands in his joggers. My ears immediately pin back which secretly amuses him. 

I watch him for a few seconds, wondering what he’s doing here but he doesn’t move or do anything. He isn’t even wearing his usual training clothes. 

“The fuck you want?” I ask, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand which was in a boxing glove. 

Mansk scoffed and looked at the ground for a second in thought before scanning the empty gym. He was wearing his damned shades again. They made him look meaner.

“Nothin’.” he said, facing forwards again. I didn’t like whatever he was up to. My eyes linger on him for a little while longer in an attempt to read his mind before I turn away, taking my gloves off. 

“Done already?” he asked from somewhere behind me, walking closer. I roll my eyes and sigh, trying to pull myself together so that I won’t snap at him. 

“I’ve been here for over 2 hours. Yes, I’m done.” I snarl, refusing to look at him. 

“Don’t let me intimidate you.” he said with a breathy laugh and I knew he was smirking to himself right now. Mansk was surprisingly talkative with me. Definitely not in a pleasant way but he was a very distanced and quiet person in general. Maybe he just needed me to know how much he disliked me. 

I scoff. “Yeah, right. Like you could ever.” 

Mansk exhales a huff through his nose as tension builds in the air. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so rude I could take you more seriously.” I say, throwing the gloves to the ground and heading to the showers. 

“I’m rude?” he asks, now standing on the large rubber mat I was training on. It was a big square designed for boxing and sparring. 

“Nooo.” I reply, sarcastically. Mansk hated sarcasm. 

“Fuck- why do you have to be like this.” He mumbled, brushing his nose with his finger. I stop walking and turn around. 

“What did you say?” I ask, awaiting an answer as I stand with my weight shifted on one leg and my arms crossed in front of my chest. 

Mansk didn’t answer which made me huff in annoyance. Why did he even come here?

I walked over to him, getting back in the ring and leaning on the side ropes so I could look at him properly. His ears perked forwards, paying me attention while his eyes followed my movements. 

“If you came here just to get on my nerves you can leave.” I say, not allowing myself to look away. My tail swished behind me, showing my pent-up frustration with him. His one did the same and his ears pinned back.

“Or you can tell me why the fuck you’re like this.” I add, giving him the options I can think of until another idea enters my mind. 

“Or…” I say, not necessarily meaning this seriously. “ you can fight me.” I press my body further into the elastic railing fencing in the boxing ring while a mischievous grin paints my face. He was probably going to walk away. 

Mansk seemed surprised by my words, not moving for almost a minute as he thought. I was about to turn away and walk to the showers again when I heard his voice. 

“Fine.” Was all he said as he walked towards me. I backed up and he entered the ring with me. 

“Don’t respond with just ‘fine’. I’m gracing you with the option to finally be close to me, so you can stop being an ass.”  I joke, turning away from him and I hear him fucking growl.

I freeze, turning around to him again. He looks really pissed. 

“Oh no, I’m so intimidated now.” I mock him, ridiculing his stern expression. 

“Shut the fuck up.” he snarls, making my ears perk forward at his aggressive reaction. 

I snort. “What do you want me to say? ‘Make me’?” 

He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders back. “Sure.” 

“In your dreams, jerk.” I snap at him, taking the opposite corner. 

This was a great opportunity in my eyes. He agreed to it and I would finally be able to punch the shit out of him. ‘Legally’. 

He was staring me down, waiting for any sudden movement I would make which would trigger him to pounce. 

“You gonna count down?” he asks eagerly, fighting himself to stay still. 

“When you grow a pair.” I spit my words and that’s all he can take. 

Mansk lunges forwards, running to me with quick steps. I dodge his first punch by moving to the side and then grab his left arm, twisting it. He groans and then one of his hands is gripping my wrist. I let go of him and his now free hand wraps around the back of my neck. He swiftly turns me around so that I’m no longer facing him and within the next second, my knee is kicked in and I fall down a level. He holds me up by my neck while both my knees hit the ground but before he can think of what to do next, my legs lock around his ankles and I manage to trip him. He falls back while I turn and straddle him, trying to keep him held down. 

“Asshole, you’re breaking all the rules.” I hiss at him, leaning down to his face to emphasize my words and he angrily pushes me off of him. I land on my back and when he’s about to jump on me I roll to the side. 

“There’s no fuckin’ rules when I’m fightin’ a bitch.” Mansk gnarled, pushing his upper body off the floor and not taking his eyes off his prey. I sit back on my knees and as he attempts to tackle me down I deliver a punch to the side of his face which brings him out of balance. 

“I’m sorry, which one of us was fucking-” I gasp for air “cowering behind the other in the forest today?” I say, recalling him standing behind me when we were almost attacked by the large animal. 

He stays still for a few seconds, holding his jaw and breathing heavily. I didn’t manage to hit him properly because he slightly moved out of the way, meaning it couldn’t hurt too much. However, it was still a punch and it felt good. 

He growled again, turning to me and as he lunged forward, his hand caught my ankle. Immediately he pulled me to him. My free leg kicked his shoulder back but his posture was stable and he pinned them to the ground. His hand then grasped my queue, forcing me to turn around while I leaned on my forearms, refusing to lay down flat on the ground. I was facing the ground while struggling to hold myself up. Mansk was towering above me, one hand still firmly holding my queue while the other pulled my left arm out from beneath me, pinning it down against the ground. 

“You mean the one time you wore almost nothin’?” he snarled, moving up my body and pressing his knee down on my leg to eliminate the possibility of me getting up. I sensed sarcasm when he brought up the ‘one time’, which was rare for Mansk to use.

His words confused me and I stopped struggling for a second to think about them. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I say, clearly distressed and resuming my fight of attempting to push him off. 

“Fuckin’ look at you. You wear nothin’ but this excuse of a bra and these tight shorts.” Mansk growled. Tight shorts? Someone’s been paying attention.

I did always wear the same type of clothes. Similar to Walker actually except that her pants were longer than mine. I didn’t think much of it because Na’vi wear loincloths and chest pieces that barely cover anything. So why should we?

Our bodies were different now, adapted to the climate of Pandora, not the air-conditioned base we stayed in. We were used to the warmth. 

I push myself up and off the ground with my right arm. 

“It’s weather appropriate.” I snap back, glancing over my shoulder as I pin my ears flat against my head. 

Mansk tightens his grip on my queue, tugging me up before almost slamming me down into the ground so that I was now pressed flat against it. 

“Well it’s not workplace appropriate.” he opposes, pushing his words through clenched teeth. 

I whine in pain while Mansk lets go of my wrist, placing his hand down on my shoulder. He was leaning on his arms which ensured that I would stay on the ground. 

“Oh I’m sorry does it bother you?” I murmur, trying to at least roll over. 

“Fuckin’ right it does.” he says and his hand is digging into the skin of my shoulder. I whimper in pain, arching my back to try and have him loosen his grip but he doesn’t. 

Luckily, my leg finds his tail, roughly slamming it down and trapping it between my foot and the ground. 

Mansk hisses through his clenched jaw, the pain making him retreated his abusing hands. I push myself forwards, lifting the leg that caused him the pain and kicking him in the side so that he would not be restraining my right leg anymore. I succeed, finally free from his grip again. 

“Why don’t you go and cry about it to Lyle.” I say, regaining my breath while resting on my hands and knees. Lyle was our team leader and often dealt with our complaints in the past. 

He looks up at me and I can tell he is raging. I’ve never seen Mansk this worked up before. No one has. 

His tail aggressively flicks behind him as he shakes his hand. “Lyle happens to like it.” he answers, spitting the words like venom. I raise an eyebrow in amusement. 

His words surprise me and I grin. “Maybe I should go to his room then.” I say, not thinking much of it. In my mind, I thought insults would get Mansk angrier but somehow the last sentence I spoke did. 

“...and tell him about what you’re do-” 

I don’t get to finish my sentence because Mansk is back on me. I try to back up but he’s too fast. I’m leaning back on my forearms once again, facing him. My leg attempts to kick him in the face and push him away but he dodges it and it slides over his shoulder. His left hand tightens around my calf, holding it in place on his shoulder. 

My eyes widen when I realise my mistake. I was stuck now.

He noticed my wide eyes and even through his anger, this little victory made him grin at me devilishly. 

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he growled, flashing me his sharp fangs as his grin widened. I glared at him and then Mansk leaned further forward, making my leg bend rather uncomfortably. His free arms reached forward and he held down my other leg by digging his fingertips into the flesh of my thigh and holding it down. 

I hiss through clenched teeth at the pain from his tight grip. 

“Thought you were goin’ to put up a bigger fight than this.” he mocked me and I pushed the leg he was holding on his shoulder against him but to Mansk it just felt like a nudge. 

“Shut up, I was working out for over 2 hours you dick-” I start complaining, not giving up my struggle. He hushes me, placing his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I freeze, staring at him wide-eyed. What the fuck was he doing?

“See? I like you better when you’re not runnin’ your mouth like-” he starts to say, thinking I calmed down. I didn’t need to hear the stupid things he had to say and without hesitation I bit into his hand, letting my fangs scrape his skin and causing a scratch. 

Immediately his hand retreats and he holds it against his side, examining the scratch with perked ears. Then Mansk looks back at me and he’s angry again. 

“Try that again and you’ll lose a finger.” I snarl and his ears tip back. Somehow, I loved our new ears. They made it so easy to read one another. 

“You won, congratu-fucking-lations, let me go.” 

“Nah, don’t think so.” he growled and that devilish smirk was back on his face. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

I snort. “Me? The reason I’m a bitch to you is because you decided to be an ass since day one. And that for no reason at all.” 

“No reason?” he scoffs, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh to contain himself. 

“Yeah. I didn’t do shit and you’re acting like such a moron that-” 

“You fuckin’ distract me Y/N. Can’t do anythin’ when you’re around.” he snarls, making it sound like he’s spitting venom again. “I fuckin’ hate you, your big mouth and you’re poor excuse of fuckin’ clothes.”

My mouth drops open and I try to suppress laughter, but I won’t be able to hold it for long. 

Mansk despised so many things about you but not necessarily you. He hated how attracted he was to you and he blamed you for it. For, in his eyes, showing off your body. He was angered by his internal battle of trying to understand why he even felt attracted to an Avatar of a Na’vi. Mansk resents that he can’t get you out of his head and that once he sees you he can’t take his eyes off you. 

He was ready to fully devote himself to this mission and get it done once and for all but you are such a big distraction to him. You’re Mansk’s weakness and he used to swear to himself never to have one which makes his hatred for you worse. 

I’m biting my lip and looking at Mansk whose chest is heaving. I can see how he’s restraining himself from probably killing me but right now it just seems funny to me. 

“Goddamn, you could have bought me a drink first.” I laugh at him, releasing my lip which has my teeth marks imprinted in it. 

Soldiers like Mansk amused me and almost seemed stupid to a certain extent. Such a big intimidating man in the military losing a battle to his feelings because he never shares anything with anyone and of course one day it’s all got to come out. And when it does, it’s nasty like this. 

People like Quaritch would completely neglect mental health, focusing just on physical appearance and a strong survival mentality. Mansk was similar. The idea of talking to someone about his feelings made him think he was growing weak and that was the thing he dreaded the most. 

“If you’re so desperate for me you could have told me and-” 

Mansk can’t stand that. His right-hand releases my thigh and quickly wraps itself around my throat making me stop talking. 

“You keep talkin’ like that and I won’t be able to hold back.” he warns me. I examine the veins bulging out on his forearm, pumping blood through his body. His neck was strained and I could see his artery. He was really tensed up. 

“What makes you think I’d listen to you, jackass?” I snap back, refusing to let him intimidate me. 

Mansk can’t help himself anymore. You’re right there, laying beneath him.

He leans down, holding my head in place as I watch in confusion. His lips crash down against mine and after I realise what’s happening, my body seems to respond to him and I kiss him back. It’s not a nice kiss in any way. It’s harsh and our teeth clash at one point. I push his chest away from me, breaking the heated kiss and gasp for air. He seemed even more restless now.

Maybe deep down I was attracted to this menace of a man. 

“I’ll make ya listen.” he replies, once again flashing his fangs through a smug look. 

“I’d rather die.” I say, pulling my left leg which he let go back to my body. As I retreated it from beneath him and to me, my calf caressed his groin and Mansk tensed up. It took me a while to figure out what just happened and an extra few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was hard to the point that his erection strained his pants. 

My mouth drops open and I gulp before my gaze shoots up to him. He’s already looking at me and his ears have drooped but he didn’t let his harsh grip falter. This is definitely not what I expected. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I wheeze but he presses my throat tighter. 

The pressure he’s causing makes me uncomfortable and I slap him across the face, almost making his shades fly. Shock engulfs him for a good few seconds and I’m crawling away. 

I turn away from him, steadying myself on all fours as I prepare to stand but he’s quicker. In an instant, his hands are back on me and I’m unable to move forwards anymore. Mansk's palms close around my waist as he tugs me back to him. 

My ass comes in contact with his lower abdomen as he pulls me towards him and I gasp when I feel him press against me. 

“If you don’t move away in the next three seconds I will kill-” 

Before I can finish my sentence a stinging slap is delivered to the spot under my ass and above my thigh. 

I whimper, clenching my fists together. 

“You’re gonna keep you’re dirty lil’ mouth closed and take what I give you. Understood?” he said and I heard him unbuckle his belt. My pupils blew wider as his strong musk flooded my senses. 

“I’ll rip your tongue out you-” 

Another slap which hurt more than the previous one made me shut up. I clenched my eyes closed, suddenly feeling weak. My body seemed to be responding to his presence against my will, making me almost surrender. 

My arms and legs trembled and my tail was no longer hastily flicking around. It stilled and I pulled it under me and between my legs. 

His palm was once again holding my queue, grasping it so tightly it made me feel lightheaded. 

“Mansk, you asshole-” I murmur while one of my arms gives out beneath me. “You’re so dead.” 

My threats fly by him, not bothering the soldier at all. His long-denied emotions have collapsed in on him and that internal war of frustration triggered his new primal senses to come to light. Mine were becoming visible too and it seemed that there was no way to stop this.

My eyes seem to be burdened by a blurriness until Mansk’s touch brings me out of my haze. His free hand is feeling along the waistline of my sports shorts and with a few harsh tugs, he pulls them down my waist and legs along with my panties. My tail is pulled out of the cloth and I bare my fangs, hissing at him as the gym air comes in contact with my refused heat. 

Mansk groans, letting go of my queue and grabbing at the flesh of my hips and ass. I raise my tail, making it flick him in the face because I wasn’t giving up just yet. He growls, holding it down against me as he examines my heat-struck body. 

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, exhaling shakily as he holds my thigh and makes me spread my legs wider. 

He hated you without a doubt, but fuck you looked so good to him. Everything about your body made him harder and suddenly you seemed so inviting to him, he couldn’t resist. 

My ears were pinned back as I was fighting my desire for him and I tried thinking of a way to fight him but my mind was blank at this point. 

I felt him let go of my hip and his right hand was placed on my shoulder, holding me steady. 

Without any warning whatsoever, Mansk brought his hand up to my shamefully dripping pussy, gliding two of his fingers between my folds. I whimper, hiding my face in my other shoulder while grimacing. I didn’t understand my body. 

He rubbed me and naturally, my legs spread wider and my hips followed his movements. 

Mansk wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. Your quarrelling feud was still very much ongoing, this was just an exceptional hiccup in the entire fight. One that couldn’t be prevented by either of you. 

Suddenly, Mansk pushed both his fingers into me and I jolted forwards at the unexpected intrusion. He kept me still by pulling me back with the hand on my right shoulder and now he leaned over my bent body, starting to finger me. Neither of us were thinking anymore. 

I whimpered, stretching my arms out in front of me so that I wouldn’t fall forwards. He wasn’t being gentle either. My body was rocking forwards every time his fingers bottomed out and his pace was rough. 

I hiss, baring my fangs again when I start feeling a form of pleasure. 

Mansk can’t resist you anymore. He has to take you whether you’re ready or not. If you continue to fight him, he’ll just be rougher. 

He pressed himself against my bare skin again, before pulling back and lining himself up with my entrance. I couldn’t even follow what he was doing, my mind was so clouded with lust. 

With one hard thrust, Mansk forced himself as deep into me as possible. I cried out in surprise and my body tensed at the foreign feeling. 

He groans, finally feeling pleasure wash over him. The long-needed feeling of euphoria was at last flooding his own senses and he needed his release more than anything. My walls were hugging him tightly because my Avatar had never done this before but it made him almost speechless.

“You look like a bitch in heat.” he snarled and I tipped my ears back. 

“You-”  

He pulled back, drawing his rock-hard dick out before snapping his hips forward once again and starting to fuck me at a brutal pace, making me unable to answer. 

I cried out again, not sure if it was in pain or pleasure this time. He wrapped my queue around his hand, making my head tilt back and my back arch against him. 

Mansk was losing himself inside you and he bent over you, pressing his chest against your back to ease his longing to be close to you. 

His arm was resting next to me as he held me in place, not letting his thrusts falter. 

His skin was slapping against mine, no doubt leaving mine reddened and flushed. He dug his fingers into my shoulder to contain and ground himself in reality and I snarled at him, baring through the pain. 

Something about the fact that you hated him but still let him do this really turned Mansk on. He wouldn’t be able to explain it but he definitely preferred this with you over soft sex. You didn’t deserve to be treated nicely, not when you dressed like that and talked to him in that way. 

I wanted to throw an insult at him but I couldn’t talk and neither could he. Grunts and pants filled the room as we still fought each other in a way. I leaned away from him, making the angle more difficult and in return, he held me so tightly his fingernails were close to cutting my skin. 

He would harshly tug me back and closer to him every time I somehow got loose until at one point, he leaned all his weight on me, no longer holding himself up with an arm. Both his arms wrapped around and beneath my body. One of them came up to my throat from between my arms while the other locked my body in place by tightly hugging my waist. 

Mansk’s head was buried in the crook of my neck as his panting fanned against my cheek. His eyes were closed while I was a whimpering mess, occasionally biting back the pathetic noises to hiss or snarl at him which I knew pissed him off more. Every time I did, he would fuck into me from behind even more relentlessly than before. 

I could tell he was close because his thrusts were no longer as sharp. He became more sloppy, mindlessly chasing his high as he pounded into my abused pussy. 

Mansk groaned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed. 

“Fuck- take it you dirty slut.” he growled. 

The hand around my throat tightened, making sure to keep me in place as he thrust into me the last few times. His body tensed and he forced himself as deep into me as possible. Mansk’s teeth bit down on the skin of my left shoulder and his fangs slightly tore the skin while his body shook. I felt him release and shoot his hot cum deep inside me as he held me closer and tighter than ever before, to ensure he’d stuff me full with as much of his load as possible. 

I moaned when I felt him fill me. It was something I had never felt before but fuck was it good. 

After about a minute, his tight grip loosened and he let his arms fall to the side. I finally inhaled properly while he steadied his own heavy breathing. 

Everything was so intense, neither of us could move for the next few minutes. He just stayed pressed on top of me, luckily supporting his weight this time while I let my head fall forwards. 

Even though I didn’t cum I was tired. Too tired to push him off or even walk to the showers. 

After a few minutes, Mansk had calmed down and slowly he lifted himself off of me. I felt him surprisingly gently pull out and I whimpered at the movement inside me. Everything felt bruised. 

My arms were trembling beneath me and I let myself fall to the side, finally relaxing. However, the heat between my legs remained. Even after all that cruel handling, my body felt needy. 

Mansk stayed kneeling behind me, looking down at me in pity. He felt a little guilty for what he had done. 

“Y’ alright?” he asked, placing his hand on my thigh as I lay on my side. My relaxed ears flatten back and he notices it all.

“No, you moron.” I snap back at him. Isn’t it obvious that I’m not at my best?

And just like that, all guilt and pity left Mansk’s body. You were clearly well enough to continue bickering. He also noticed how your tail restlessly thudded against the ground. Your scent was still strong, maybe even stronger than before which reminded Mansk that you didn’t cum.

“Aw, you want more don’t you?” he teased me, rolling me over on my back and moving my hands away from my face. He saw how flushed I was and that answered his question. 

“It wasn’t even good, loser.” I snarl, knowing it will get under his skin. But oddly it just made him chuckle. 

“Who were you moanin’ for then?” he asked with a smug grin on his face. An idea popped into my head and now I grinned at him. 

“Lyle could do it better.” I say and Mansk stills. I look at him trying to figure out whether he was thinking or whether he was genuinely hurt but that was difficult because he still had his damned shades on. 

“Mansk-” I say but within an instant, he’s on top of me. 

“I’ll make ya cum so hard you won’t be able to think about no one but me.” he hissed, and when I tried opening my mouth to respond he cut me off again and pressed our lips together. 

I huffed in annoyance, refusing to kiss him to see how much angrier he can get. 

Mansk wrapped his hand around my throat again, squeezing from the sides to cut off my air and blood flow for a few seconds. I gave in, kissing him back with as much lust and passion as I could. 

Without breaking the make out, Mansk trailed his hand down my body and spread my legs apart. I didn’t fight it this time. It seemed like a challenge to him. 

I lift my head and look between our bodies, my eyes going wide as I realise that Mansk is still hard. He pushes my head down by my neck, leaning over and sucking hickeys into the skin. I bite down on my lip, suppressing my noises which sound like muffled whimpers to him. 

He would make sure that even doing that won’t keep you quiet when he’s inside you again. 

Mansk pressed himself against my bare heat which was dripping with his cum. He ground his hips against me and I let my head drop back in pleasure and sighed. 

I felt his lips form into a grin against the skin of my collarbone. I still had my bra on because he was in too much of a hurry to take it off before. Mansk was completely naked on the other hand.

His teeth tugged at the strap of my sports bra before he leaned back and pulled it over my head. Without hesitation, he leaned back down, roughly groping my breasts and leaving a dark hickey above one. 

The grinding stopped when he pressed the tip of his leaking dick against my entrance again. Slowly he applied pressure, straightening himself and picking up my right leg to wrap it around his waist. I let him move me around because for whatever reason, I was convinced he wouldn’t make me cum. Not when I was already so sore. 

“Where’d your feral side go?” he teased, smirking down at me. I dramatically exhale to show my irritation. 

“I’m not fucking feral.” I hiss and he scoffs. 

“We’ll see.”

“I’m sorry do you want me to punch you?” I ask, looking up at him. 

“You won’t be able to in a sec.” he says and with that, he pushes himself back inside me. He enters me easier this time because we’re both coated in slick from the last round. 

My pupils grow wider at the feeling and I strain my ears back, not wanting him to see the hint of pleasure I just felt. 

Mansk still isn’t gentle because he has no reason to ‘make love’ to you. However, it’s not as brutal as before. 

He starts to thrust into me more precisely this time and my body tenses when it starts feeling good. Fuck. 

His tail found mine, making them wrap around each other while he focused on finding my weak spots. Mansk’s left hand held my thigh up on his waist as he pushed deeper each time until he started bottoming out on each thrust. 

My breathing grows heavy and I feel a small pressure build in me but it’s enough for me to resist. 

Mansk is eyeing me, watching my expressions and he notices how I’m fighting myself. He has a solution for that. 

While thrusting into me again, he lets go of my thigh which stays on him and his thumb circles my clit. 

I inhale sharply, pressing my lips together making him smirk. He slowly sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, letting his thumb brush over my clit every once in a while making me try to close my legs around him. 

I throw my head back and clench my eyes closed, realising that I’ll lose this silly bet and that if he doesn’t stop I will cum. 

Suddenly, he presses his thumb right against my clit and at the same time, his dick brushes up against my G-spot. He feels my walls clench around him briefly and I hiss, letting my mouth drop open. 

“There you are.” he growled, meaning my ‘feral side’. It seems that Mansk liked the animalistic noises we emitted. 

“Fuck-” I whimper, arching my back off the ground. He takes the hint, feeling a sense of pride in his chest as he continues doing exactly what he is. With each thrust, he applies a little more pressure on my clit and rubs under it and I’m gone. I’ll definitely lose. 

My hands grip his shoulder, needing to clutch something for support. Deep inside I’m angry at him and at myself for letting this happen and for having it feel so good. So to put up my rebellious message, I dig my fingernails into his back, clawing at the skin in a desperate attempt to contain my pleasure. 

Mansk growls, leaning forwards and once again resting his head in the crook of my neck. He licked over the area he bit into last time and then nibbled on the skin around it, tracing his fangs along it in a threatening manner. 

Tears sting the corners of my eyes, slowly threatening to spill. Mansk looks up at me and grins at the sight. 

“Such a needy little thing.” He coos and I know he’s making fun of me. 

“You started it-” I sniffle and almost sob in pleasure. “...you idiot.” I can’t think of any good insults or comebacks. 

I hiss when he bites down a little more than he should on my neck and I take it as a warning. 

“C’mon, stop fightin’ it and cum f’ere me.” he mumbles, placing a kiss on my neck. He doesn’t stop his actions and I know it’ll all be over in a few seconds. 

“No-” I whimper, and at this point, I’m begging myself not to come more than I’m telling him. I hate how good he’s making me feel. But it doesn’t matter because, with the next thrust, I’m seeing stars. 

“Mansk-” I almost scream, clenching my legs around his waist and throwing my head back. My fingers are still, digging into his back one final time as my own body shakes and my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

He rides out my orgasm, extending it for as long as possible. 

I’m mindlessly mumbling his name over and over again. 

Finally, I come down and my body goes limp beneath him. My chest is heaving and when I look up at him, Mansk has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Instantly I frown which makes him chuckle. 

“You still mad?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. 

“Until you grow the balls to apologise, yeah.” I reply, wiping my hand over my forehead. My language and attitude being present after all that amazes him. 

He smiles with a sigh before speaking. “I’m sorry.” he says but I shake my head. 

My hand lifts up to his face and I push his shades up onto his head so that I can see him properly. “I don’t think you mean it.” 

He drops his head in defeat before facing me again. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot to you.” he says and I smile, satisfied. 

“Are you into me?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. “Because if yes, than this is not the way you should approach things.” I laugh and he smiles to himself, feeling unsure. 

“Yeah..” he mumbles, wondering whether he should apologise again. He wasn’t good at these conversations. 

I sigh, knowing I’ll have to deal with this emotional wreck from now on. To ease his thoughts I pull him down by his dog tag and this time I initiate the kiss. Mansk melts into it, holding my cheek and when we pull away he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

“You have to help me up, I don’t think I can make it to my room.” I say and he grins, nodding and getting up. Mansk gently pulls me to my feet and accompanies me in the shower. It was nice, finally seeing this side of him. 

He let me touch him and purred when I washed his back of some dried blood. 

Since everyone was asleep we managed to sneak into his room and we fell asleep together. Who knows how much longer we’ll be around to experience this.

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[izzyhandswhore]

How do you think Izzy would react if his s/o was injured? Especially if it was something bad

Izzy with an injured s/o

We’re gonna say you got injured during a raid in this instance.

• Izzy’s at your side the second you hit the deck. His first response is complete rage. Whoever hurt you gets swiftly brutalised on the spot before they even realise what’s happening and their death is swift but certainly not painless. There’s no witty one-liner, no grand declaration of vengeance, just a scream of pain and a wet thud as they hit the floor.

• You’re vaguely aware of Izzy barking orders to the crew as he drags your bleeding body away. You don’t see the pure worry in his eyes every time he glances down to make sure he’s not dragging a corpse. When he finally gets you somewhere safe that worry turns to anger again.

• “You stupid prick! How the fuck have you managed that?!” He’s growling at you, but he’s also taking off his waistcoat to pillow your head and being as gentle as he can as he identifies and assesses your injuries. Once the initial adrenaline dies down, he softens just a bit and starts to reassure you that you’re going to be alright. He’s not sure if you are, the damage seems pretty bad, but he insists anyway. You have to be alright. You have to.

• “Alright, sweetheart, okay.. Sh- Just calm down and let me see. Just let me look, you’re gonna be fine. Stop whinging.”

• You can see the panic start to come over him when he realises just how bad it is. He turns and starts screaming for Ed and Roach and just about anyone else that he trusts to help you. Between each increasingly desperate cry he still hushes you and strokes back your blood-slicked hair and keeps pressure anywhere that’s bleeding. He also keeps telling you off occasionally. He can’t help it.

• The next bit’s a bit of a blur (you mostly remember pain as your body’s carried somewhere again and Izzy threatening to kill you if you dared fall asleep) but the next thing you know you’re on Roach’s table. He’s explaining to Izzy that you’ll need stitches and such but he’s not listening. “I don’t give a fuck what you need to do, just do it!” He growls, turning his attention back to you.

• Obviously things have to get much more painful before they can start to get better. Izzy gives you something to bite down on and tries his best to soothe you.. But of course that’s not his fortè. He gets Ed to help him hold you still and tells you over and over again that he knows it hurts and he’s sorry. He’s so fucking sorry. Eventually his voice cracks and tears spring to his eyes before he can stop it. Even through tears though, he dutifully holds your hand and keeps up his reassurances.

• Clichè, obviously, but of course he’s right there at your bedside when you wake up the next day. He’s got a very stern look on his face and grunts something like, “finally decided to join us, have you? Made a right mess of yourself..”

• He’s not fooling anyone. You remember him crying and Ed and Roach certainly won’t let him live down just how panicked he was over you. He’ll tell you to fuck off at every given opportunity but of course he nurses you back to health, even when you gently point out that that’s not his job and doesn’t have to.

• When you’re well enough to have him back in your bed he holds you like he’s scared you’ll break. He pets your hair so, so gently, kisses your forehead and finally admits how scared he was.

• “Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again, d’you hear me? You don’t die ‘til I say so.”

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[whiskeynwriting]

keep thinking about the fallout that'll eventually happen in MBFD and I'm just hurting my own feelings

Same, baby. Same.

MBFD - Chapter Nine: A New Source of Light

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of infidelity, domestic arguments, mentions/discussions of divorce and separation, semi-public nudity, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, degradation (use of the word ‘whore’), oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex 

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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to get to you my lovelies! I hope you enjoy <3

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Frantically, he searches for your pants, the leggings you discarded onto the car’s floor. Reaching forward, Dave grabs them, using the fabric to shield your body from his coworker’s eyes. Immediately, your face is shoved into the slope of his neck, your entire body burning from embarrassment. Your arms wrap tightly around him, your body stiffening over his lap. And he feels this; he knows how comfortable you are. 

“Shit.”

When Resnik doesn’t see anyone in the front seats, he takes another step, peering into the backseat. And then, his eyes widen, Dave’s staring right back at him. But Dave’s aren’t wide, they’re narrowed; he’s pissed. 

You’re still burrowed into him, body trying desperately to hide. And Dave’s arms tighten around you, too. A possessive act. 

Resnik’s mouth drops into an open grin, lifting his hands up in defense. Spinning on his heels, he turns, walking away. And when Dave’s sure he’s out of sight, he releases an aggravated breath. 

“Sweetheart,” He turns his head, nose nudging our cheek. His hand rises, too, caressing the back of your head. “Are you alright?” 

And when he hears you sniffle, his heart nearly stops.

“Baby,” Dave whispers to you softly. “Look at me.”

Lifting your head, you sniffle again, quieter this time. You’re refusing to meet his eyes, and this worries him beyond belief. Did this damage your connection?

“Baby, please.” His voice is soft but concerned, both palms finding either side of your beautiful face. “Talk to me.”

“I’m, I’m so fucking embarassed.” Releasing a small whine with your words, you let a few tears fall down your cheeks. 

Your words make his heart break, the tears falling down your face filling him with grief. “I know, baby. I know, I’m so sorry.”

Lifting a hand to the back of your head, he brings you in again, ushering you to his neck. And you move easily with his gentle push, curling your body into him. 

“I know I… from what I do…” You don’t know how to say it. But David is patient with you, waiting until you’re ready to talk. He can’t believe Resnik just caught the two of you. “I… I can control what people see… you know, on my page.” 

All he does is nod, listening. 

“I couldn’t control what he saw.” You’re whispering, voice muted not just by his neck but by the emotions running through you. “Thank you for covering me.” 

“Of course, baby.” His grip on your head tightens slightly, his other arm wrapping around your lower back. “You’re mine, princess. You’re mine, okay?”

“I know, daddy.” Nodding against him, the nickname you use takes the breath from his lungs. It makes it so much more… intimate. Like it’s not just something that turns you on. Calling him daddy, in your eyes, makes him the person you can rely on. And that responsibility is something he’ll happily take on. 

Dave’s lips find your collar bone, and then your neck. It’s not necessarily passionate, his movements. They’re tender, kind and sweet. And it makes you melt into his arms, finally relaxing. He feels your calming breaths, the fact making him rest easy inside. When his kisses trail up to your cheeks, you grin, his lips comforting you greatly. 

“Baby,” You giggle briefly, eyes closing as you grin. 

“What?” He teases, lips mirroring your own. 

And then he feels your limbs tight around him, hears the sharp inhale of your breath. “I love you.” 

You’ve never before been so comforted by another’s presence. Being around Dave puts you at ease; it’s almost like he brings out a part of you that you never even knew was there. Easily, he helps you return to him, your usual, happy self. And honestly, lately, you didn’t find yourself all that happy. Not when you were without him.

“Let me drive you home, baby.” 

Legs tilted in his direction, you’re leaning on the center console, reveling in the way his big hand holds your thigh. After getting redressed, he helped you out of the backseat, opening the passenger door for you. He turned on the seat warmers, making sure you were comfortable for the drive home. It’s a quiet drive, one filled with the air of relaxation and contentment. You’re astonished he was able to calm you so quickly. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” He admits, tilting his head down when he parks in the lot of your building. He’s too attached to you.

“I know, baby.” You’re offering a loving stare, alongside a small pout. And when Dave looks over at you, it makes him smile. “What will you miss most about me?” 

At this, Dave sighs, the hand on your thigh tightening. His voice lowers, along with his eyes, those dark orbs trailing slowly up and down your form. 

“You know I like how you smell…”

“Yeah?” The words and his tone make you tingle. “Like my perfume, or… between my legs?”

The way you’re talking to him is making him hard all over again. “Both.”

“Hm,” You grin, nibbling on the corner of your lip. “Tell you what,” Reaching down into your bag, you retrieve a miniature bottle of your everyday perfume. You keep it with you in case you need to refresh yourself at any time throughout the day, such as after a walk to class or practice. “Why don’t you take this, baby?”

Thick fingers lift the small bottle from your hands, Dave now assessing it. He appears a bit confused, so you clarify for him. “It’s the perfume I wear.” And then he looks over at you with an appreciative smile. “Maybe you can spray it on your pillow or somethin’.” 

Now that is a marvelous idea.

“Really? You want me to have this?”

“Mhm.” Shrugging, you then say, “I have more at home, honey.”

“Honey,” He repeats, grin brightening. “I like that.”

“Well, maybe I’ll say it more then,” Leaning in, he meets you halfway with a kiss. “Honey.”

Just thinking about cuddling up to his pillow at night, stuffing his nose into the plushness of it just to smell you, it makes him sigh. You’re his safe haven, you’re everything he needs to feel comfortable and happy in life. 

“Do you have to go?”

Another sigh, a deflated one. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Okay, well…” Glancing down, you rub your thumb over that smooth bottom lip. “I’ll text you, okay?” You have no idea that he and Carol have been arguing, and the fact that you still go out of your way to reassure him of your contact makes him melt for you. You care so much. 

“Okay,” Nodding, sad eyes look into your own. “I love you.”

“I know.” You tease, smirking. “I love you too, David. So much.” 

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” And it’s true. Nothing, no one, has even come close. 

“Do you really mean that?” Your voice is soft, shocked. 

“Of course I do.”

The thought that next pops into your head is only natural, you feel. And you can’t keep yourself from asking it out loud. “Not even… Carol?”

Immediately, your heart pounds. Should you have asked that? Did you cross a line with him?

“No.” He says firmly, instantly. “I’ve never felt this way about her.” 

A text from the woman herself brings him back to his unfortunate reality. He has to go. But not before saying I love you at least a handful of more times, pulling you in for kiss after kiss until you’re pushing him away, laughing. He feels lucky to be close enough to hear that contagious laugh. The last thing he wants to do is go home, he’d much rather stay with you. But he lets you go, knowing he’ll see you again soon.

As soon as you’re in your apartment, his mind is back in the game. He’s whipping out his phone, taking care of business before driving back home.

Glancing up from his phone, he sighs. He’s been in the car for about ten minutes now, parked in the driveway. I have to go in eventually. He wonders if Molly and Alice are still home, and he wonders if Carol is about to make a scene. The last thing he wants to do is fight in front of the girls. 

Walking in, he does his best to avoid her. There aren’t many people that provoke a feeling of nervous unease in Dave, but Carol is definitely one of them. 

“Hey, dad!” Alice cheers, smiling brightly at him. 

“Hey, you’re i - ” He huffs when she rushes up to him, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a firm hug. “You’re in a good mood.” 

She shrugs, backing away with a smile. “I’ve had a good day.” 

Before he can revel in his daughter’s pleasant disposition, Carol marches into the room. Even in front of Alice, she shouts at him, twisting her face into a scowl. “We need to talk. Now!” 

“Jesus Christ,” Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he watches her walk away, making her way into the master bedroom. 

“Is… everything okay?” She doesn’t often witness her mother speak that way.

“Everything’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He tries to be reassuring, offering a soft smile, but Alice isn’t convinced. “It’s okay.” Again, he insists, before walking off to find his soon-to-be ex. 

“I want to know how much you’re spending on her.”

“What?” That’s the very first thing she says when he walks into the room, and he’s baffled by it. “What are you talking about?” 

“How much money, do you spend, on her?”

“I don’t spend shit on her!” He spits out, furious she’d even bring up the topic. “And even if I did, it’s none of your business!” 

“It is absolutely my business! That’s not just your money it’s our money, David! She probably just wants you for your money.”

“Actually, she takes care of herself just fine. Enough to even spoil me.”

“Oh, yeah? What? Is she some older lady who’s already retired? Just shelling out her money to any guy that gets in her bed?”

At this, he laughs. This is just so incredibly ridiculous. “You’re so far off, Carol.”

“Then tell me! What’re we looking at, here?”

“I’m looking at a woman in her twenties.” At this, her eyes go wide. “She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, Carol.” 

And then, she’s busting out in laughter. “Oh my god! So that’s why you’re so into your marine-days lately!” Pacing for a beat, Carol continues smirking. “Of course she’d be into that. How fucking pathetic, David, making this poor girl play into your past life that you so clearly can’t let go of.” 

“I can’t let go of it? You never even appreciated it! I came home from tours to find you with other men!”

“Keep your voice down!”

“Oh, now you want us to keep our voices down, huh?” Turning, David’s hands find his hips while shaking his head. “I’m so over this, Carol. I’m so done with this.” Spinning on his heels, he gestures toward the door. “We need to tell them.”

“So, you’re really serious about this, huh?”

“Yes! I have been since we got separated! I don’t even wear my ring anymore for Christ’s sake!” Carol’s eyes turn red, welling up with tears as she stays silent. “I found someone better than you, someone that appreciates everything I do for them, something that appreciates me.” Tears are streaming down his wife’s face, her eyes boring holes into the man she claims to love. “And you know, Carol, you should have seen how excited she got when she saw me. She loves the extra skin.” 

Maybe it was a low blow to add in the sexual part, but he doesn't even care at this point. He deserves to be loved and worshiped in the way that you do it, just the way you do it.

“And what about when she’s gone?”

“What?”

“Will you want me back then?” 

Just like that, Carol has managed to hit a particular sensitive nerve within him. He doesn’t often think about the end of your relationship, honestly, he’s never thought about it. Why the hell would he? You’re his safe haven. But bringing it into reality… this could end, and very messily. Fuck.  

But he’s sure about one thing.

“I’d rather be alone than be with you.”

Without waiting for her response, he turns, leaving the door open as he walks away. A few steps down the hall, and he’s in the guest bedroom, reaching for his phone to text none other than you. It’s the first thing he thought of, naturally. He’s never felt so emotionally vulnerable before but he knows he can go to you. 

With a sigh of relief, he drags a hand over his face. But he doesn’t have time to mull this over now, he can do that when he gets to you. Standing, he grabs a bag and starts shoving clothes into it. He knows you have an overnight kit for him, but he knows he’ll likely ask to stay for a couple days if he can. So, he packs the essentials, even brings his work backpack. His laptop and chargers, files with paperwork, everything he would need to work from home. AKA, your apartment. 

Slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he grabs the duffle bag, sneaking out of the guest room and closing the door behind him. 

“Mom?” Molly shouts, walking in through the front door. “What are we doing for dinner?”

He’s already halfway down the stairs when she comes in, so there’s no hiding the fact that he’s leaving. 

“Oh, hey dad. What’re you… where are you going?”

It’s one of the few times in life that Dave freezes; he’s not sure what to do, what to even say. Every thought and emotion in his head feels like they’re going to burst if he doesn’t do something about them. 

“Alright.” He declares, shaking his head as he makes his way down the stairs. “Family meeting.”

“What?”

Placing his bags by the front door, he then leans over the railing, shouting, “Carol! Alice! Come down!” 

“What’s going on?”

“Just come sit in the living room.”

Alice comes jogging down the stairs, but Carol isn’t so eager. The girls find Dave on the couch, deciding to sit across from him as they wait for their mom. 

“Are you going to sit?”

“David, what is this about?” Crossing her arms, she stands in the entryway, trying to put on a brave face. But she’s scared. 

Scoffing, Dave returns his attention to the girls. “Okay, here’s what’s going on. Your mother and I have been… we’ve been having some trouble. The details aren’t important, what’s important is that you both know we love you, and that this decision isn’t made because of either of you.” 

“What decision?” Alice asks, voice timid. 

“Your mother and I are getting a divorce.” 

Dave’s choice of words surprise Carol greatly; she expected him to say separation. Divorce sounds so harsh and… real. The look of shock on their daughters’ faces is immediate, Alice being the first one to cry. It’s now that Molly notices the absence of her father’s wedding ring, and she wonders when he took it off. She wonders why this whole thing is even happening. 

“Is that why you’re leaving? You’re leaving us?” Alice sobs, leaning on her older sister. 

“No! No, baby. That’s not why - I’m not leaving you. I promise.”

“Then why do you have your bags packed?” Molly is furious, glaring at her father for this. 

“I’m staying with a friend overnight, maybe a couple nights.” He really hopes Carol keeps her mouth shut about this, and thankfully, she does. “This is all just a lot for your mom and I right now, and we need some space.” 

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Standing, Molly makes a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing her purse before snatching her mom’s car keys.

“And where do you think you're going?” Carol snaps, raising a brow at her eldest. “And with my car keys?”

“I’m leaving! Dad gets to leave? Then so do I!” 

Storming out of the house, she slams the door to the garage, the sound of Carol’s car starting almost instantly. If it were any other situation, they both would have stopped Molly before she left, but maybe she’s right. She could use some space, too. 

Turning back to his youngest, Dave sighs, sympathy in his eyes. “Alice, I love you, honey. And I hope you’re not mad at us.” 

“I’m just… sad. I don’t understand.” 

It breaks their hearts to see their daughters act this way, to see them break down. And because of their parents. 

“I know.” Dave nods, rubbing his hands together in an anxious fashion. 

“Just go, Dave.” Carol insists, finally walking into the room. “I think we all need a little space.”

With a sigh, he stands, ultimately agreeing. Carol is right, this is probably what everyone needs for a little while. 

“Hey baby, wha - oh.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know I didn’t tell you I was coming, I just, I really don’t know what to do.” 

“Oh my gosh, it’s okay, Goof! You’re always welcome here! Come in!” Ushering her through the threshold, you take a look around the parking lot, checking for her father’s Tesla. “How did you get here?”

“I drove my mom’s car.” Slumping down on your couch, Molly bursts into a flurry of angry tears and genuine sobs. “My parents are divorcing.” 

“Oh… my gosh.” Shutting the door, you make your way over to her, kneeling on the ground. “Babe, it’s gonna be okay.”

“But I just don’t understand why!” 

Quickly whipping out your phone, you send a single text. 

He’s already pulling into your lot when he gets your message, groaning heavily.

“Jesus Christ.” Of course, she chose to come here. Can my family not leave me alone?

But it’s a selfish thought, and a bit immature, too. He knows Molly isn’t here just to mess with him, that wouldn’t even make sense. She doesn’t even know that he was coming here in the first place. So, he puts the Tesla back in drive, deciding to park on the other side of the building for now. 

“No, I know this is for real. My dad wasn’t even wearing his wedding ring.” 

“Maybe… maybe it’ll be better for them, ya know?”

At this, Molly sniffles, staring at the ground. “Maybe. They do fight a lot. I know they try to hide it but it’s kind of hard when all they do is scream at each other in their bedroom.”

Jesus Christ, I didn’t know it was like that at home. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Wiping her nose, she nods. “Do you have tissues?”

“Yes!” Popping up, you look around, searching for the Kleenex. “Of course!” 

No wonder Dave always wants to be here. 

“Here,” After retrieving them, you hand the box to your closest friend, watching her tears continue to flow. “I…” 

Shit, what the fuck do I say? 

“I know it seems hard, Goof. But you have to know that they love you.” 

“I know my mom does.” She answers right away, wiping her nose. “My dad could give a shit. You know he’s leaving to go stay with a friend of his?!”

“Can you blame him?” Oof, a little harsh. “I mean, you said all they do is fight. Maybe they just need some time apart.”

“Yeah, that’s what my mom said.” 

“And…” You’re contemplating commenting on Dave. What she said was like a knife to your heart. “Your dad loves you, Molly.”

Molly, you rarely ever use her name.

Immediately, she’s looking up at you, asking gently, “How would you know?”

“I see him pick you up at practice all the time, whenever he can. Way more than your mom.” Thinking, you try to come up with something to say that would be obvious for you to know. “And… like, the pizza! He got us pizza and he’s always talking about you and Alice. Like when I left practice early and saw your dad that one day. All we did was talk about you.” 

Watching her glance at the floor, you can tell she’s thinking.

“And he works hard, Goof. He’s always on business trips and working late hours in the office. That isn’t just for himself, it’s for you, all of you. And I know he wants to spend more time with you.”

That last part slips out, because how the hell would you know that? Lucky for you, Molly doesn’t catch it. 

“I guess you’re right. This is just… I never thought it would come to this. I just always thought they’d work it out, you know?”

“I know.” Giving her a sympathetic nod, you look your hurting friend in the eyes. “I’m here, Goof. In any way that I can be.” 

“Thank you,” Her smile makes you smile.

“Trust me, Goof. He tries hard to be a good dad, I just know it. I can see it.” 

Your words truly shed light on the situation for her. For so long, she’s held grudges against her father, mainly for their disconnect. And that disconnect is because of his work. He’s always gone, but you’re right. She needs to grow up a bit and see things for how they really are. He’s an adult, and works hard to provide for a family that honestly, acts like they don’t even give a shit about him. 

“I’m sorry I came rushing over here like this.”

“No! No, don’t apologize, babe. It’s totally okay; I’m honestly glad you felt like you could come here! You’re always welcome here!”

“I really appreciate that.”

“Of course,” Even though Dave is waiting for your signal to come in, you ask, “Do you want to stay?”

“No,” Shaking her head, she wipes her nose again. “I should go home. Alice is a wreck.” 

“Look who’s talkin’.” 

“Shut up.” Molly groans with a laugh, standing to throw her used tissues away. She knows your apartment just as well as her dad. “We can talk later?”

“Absolutely.” Standing, you wrap her in your arms, hand lifting to the back of her head as you say, “I love you, Molly. You’re loved by so many people, including your dad.” 

“I love you, too.” 

In less than twenty minutes, she’s gone. Which is genuinely strange. She’s never come over for that short a period of time, but that just goes to show how scrambled she feels right now. But with her confidently on her way home, your mind then switches to Dave. He must be shattered. 

One text to him and he’s at your door, knocking. But he shouldn’t have to. Regardless, when you open the door, the sight breaks your heart. He looks absolutely exhausted, bags under his eyes and all. His hair is slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it so many times, but he’s still in his clothes from earlier, back at the cafe.

“Hey baby,” He says in that deep, rumbly tone. Running a hand over his face, he steps in, walking past you with his bags. “Is it okay if I go change?”

“Sure, baby.” Nodding, you turn to shut your door, locking it, too. “Of course.”

Giving him some privacy, you wait on the couch, your insides stirring. What the fuck is going on? What happened at that house today? 

“Sorry to rush in here like this.” Dave then says, coming out of your bedroom in a hoodie and pair of sweats. He sounds just like his daughter. 

“Baby, it’s okay. Please,” Holding your hands out, you call for him. “Come sit with me.” 

He thought you’d never ask.

Plopping down beside you on the couch, he all but falls into you. Barely five hours have gone by and already, you’re back in each other’s arms again. But you really wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Gently, your hand finds the back of his head, stroking his hair lovingly as you kiss his temple. “You can stay as long as you want, baby. I mean it.” 

With a heavy breath, he leans into you, half-laying across your lap. But then he’s fully laying down, situating his head atop your thighs as you stroke his hair. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Closing his eyes, Dave sighs again, and is quiet for a long, long time. You don’t know what to do, you’ve never been in this situation before. All you can do is offer your support, a shoulder to cry on, any type of advice if someone asks for it. 

“I told the girls.” He finally says, opening his eyes. But he’s not looking at you, just the ceiling. “I told them about our divorce.”

“And?”

“They didn’t take it well.”

“Carol, or the girls?”

“Both.” He answers simply, closing his eyes again. Folding his hands over his stomach, he does his best to relax, which isn’t as difficult for him to do in your presence. “I love you.” Dave tells you suddenly, making you grin. 

“I love you, too.” Your voice is soothing to him, your hands continuing to brush over his forehead and hair. “I’m here, baby.”

“I know you are.” Turning, he glances up at you, moving to kiss your covered stomach, but then stops. Frowning, he asks, “Whose hoodie is that?”

“What? Uh, mine.” Glancing down, you raise an eyebrow, wondering why he asked.

“No…” He responds, trailing off a bit. “You don’t like football.” Dave points out, and this is true. 

“Oh, wait. It was actually my ex’s.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ve had it so long I just forgot.” 

Promptly and simply, he then shakes his head. “No.”

Instantly, he’s leaning up, getting off your lap and walking off into your bedroom. 

“W-What? Dave?” What the hell just happened? Did you make him mad from that?

When he comes out from your bedroom, he’s holding some type of clothing in his hand. And when he’s a foot away, he’s tossing it at you. 

“Wear this, and give me that.”

“What?” Now you’re smiling, looking down at the Marine Corps hoodie in your hands. 

“Baby,” He muses, “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Glancing up with a grin, you do as he says, shedding your old hoodie to don your new one in front of him. Throwing it forward, Dave grabs it, turning on his heels to shove it into your trash can. Outwardly, you laugh, standing up and walking toward him. 

“That make you feel better?” As soon as you’re close enough, you wrap your arms around the expanse of him, with those strong biceps coming down to hold you soon after. 

“A little.” Sighing, he then turns his head, eyeing your front door. “Would feel better if you let me update those locks.”

“Babe, they’re fine. The area isn’t bad, I’m safe here.”

Narrowing his eyes, he shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything more. But his mind is thinking a ton. Internally, he’s worried about when he’s gone. How safe will you be then? He doesn’t like the idea of that, especially with his upcoming business trip. 

“What do you wanna do, hm?” Looking up, you rest your chin on his chest. “Anything you want.” 

He’s still looking at your door, but when he feels the gentle prod of your chin, he’s glancing down at the pretty vision of you. 

“I know something I wanna do.” 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “Is that all you think about?” 

“Sometimes I can’t help it with you.” Retracting an arm, he brings his hand to your chin, keeping you there while leaning down to meet you. 

The press of his lips is gentle, smooth, something you fully lean into. Your arms stay wrapping around his back, his one hand cupping your cheek while he mouths at you. The breath he releases makes you happy, makes you feel like you’re doing something right. 

“You know what?” Grinning against his lips, he murmurs a quiet hm? “Maybe there is something I can do for you.” 

It really shows how comfortable he is with you, and how comfortable he’s becoming with his body. Years of genuine neglect made it hard for him to look in the mirror, let alone be okay with another person looking at him. But with you around, he doesn’t even give it a second thought.

You’d sat him down on the couch, pulling his sweatpants from his body so you could worship him all over again. It was slow and sensual, the way your mouth moved along him. And the fact that you do it so sweetly almost makes him cum even quicker than he normally would. Your pretty face stared up at him the entire time, your mouth stuffed full of his aching erection. His expressions went soft, your mouth distracting him from all the chaos in his world. With both hands on your face, he guided you back and forth, dumping his load into the back of your throat after only a handful of minutes. 

And then, he was standing, sliding off his hoodie and tossing it on the couch. Entirely naked, he wandered over to your cupboard and fridge, grabbing some water for both you and himself. So now, here he is, leaning onto your countertop in the full nude, having a normal discussion with you.

“I like seeing you like this.” He’d taken off your own hoodie before you blew him, so you figured, why not? And shed your pants too.

“What, naked?” He grins, taking a sip.

“Confident.” You express genuinely. “Happy.”

For a beat, silence fills the room. All Dave can do is look at you, brows tilting up in the middle with heartfelt emotion. Rounding the island, he reaches for you, hand grasping your face as he brings himself down to your level. Tenderly, those soft lips meet you, your own hands reaching out for him.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.” He whispers against your skin, eyes still shut as he basks in this peacefulness. 

“I want to make you happy.”

Opening his eyes, he’s met with your warm smile. He’s never felt so vulnerable and safe in the same moment. 

“Can we lay down?” Dave asks, voice still quiet as his thumb rubs you.

“Of course, baby.”

He then drops his hand, finding yours as he pulls you to your feet. It’s strange, this feeling. You’ve never been in a relationship that had so few issues, at least, between you and your partner. The very existence of yours and Dave’s relationship is an issue. 

“Can I talk to you?” He asks, crawling over your bedspread. 

“What’s up?” Plopping down beside him, you offer an angelic smile, something he really doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to. 

“Carol asked me something today.”

Those aren’t exactly the words you expected, but you’ll run with it. 

“While we were arguing, she asked me…” Taking a deep breath, his eyes pinch shut when he sighs. “If I’d want her when you leave me.”

All you’re feeling right now is confused. Why is he saying this to you? But it all becomes so clear when he looks at you, when those beautiful brown eyes return. 

“Do you… see that? Leaving me?”

And at that, every single heartstring you have absolutely breaks. He looks so perturbed, the wrinkle in his brow displaying his overt concern. 

“Could this be a long-lasting thing?” He finalizes, nervously folding in his lips. “I’m not, I’m not saying that what she said is true. Even if, for some reason, you left me… I wouldn't go back to her. I told her I’d rather be alone than stay in that marriage.”

Now this, this makes you proud. He doesn’t deserve the type of love she gives him, he doesn’t deserve a lot of things.

“Baby,” He then says, almost desperately. “Please say something.” 

“I’m proud of you,” Is the first thing that comes out. “For saying that to her. And… maybe? I mean, could you ever envision telling Molly?”

“I could.” His answer comes far quicker than you’d expected. “I really could.” 

“David,” Snuggling closer to him, “Baby… I love you. Thinking about the future kind of… scares me. But I want to see where it goes; I don’t want to end this with you.” 

Honestly, he wanted a firm yes, he wanted to hear how much you loved him, how you’d do anything to be with him. And he got half of that. But to ask all of that from you isn’t realistic, he knows it. 

“You’re my little angel.” Comes that low voice, hand reaching up to find your face again.

Pulling you in, he brings your mouth back to him, but he doesn’t let go after a single kiss. It’s repeated, your sensual connection, his lips dragging over your own while you begin to settle above him. And he allows it, rolling onto his back while you move to straddle him, all while keeping yourselves connected. 

“You deserve better than this.” Whispering against his lips, you feel him sigh, sliding your tongue in when he grants access for you to. “You deserve someone who truly loves you, and someone you shouldn’t have to hide…”

“Don’t talk like that.” The hand that held you so gently only minutes before now grabs the back of your head, his voice grumbling low. “You’re what I want. I deserve this.”  

But when you don’t respond, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Just like that, the small, intimate moment you were sharing now turns aggressively sexual, something that sweeps you entirely off your feet. But to say you don’t like it would be a blatant lie, the small mewl seeping from your throat evident of that.

“Do you hear me?”

The firm hold he has on your jaw jostles your head when all you do is nod. “Tell me.”

“I heard you.” 

David has never before seen a woman so enamored with him, but you’re practically falling to your knees right at his feet. Firmly, the hand on your chin brings your mouth right back in, his kiss aggressive and heated. 

“David, I - ” You’re quickly cut off by his sudden movements, his body rolling you onto your back. 

“I don’t deserve you?” He asks, voice muffled by your neck. He’s diving in, pelvis situating between your legs while his mouth latches onto your throat. 

“No, I didn’t, I…” 

“I deserve every bit of you.” 

His one hand then lowers, sliding along your bedspread until his palm hits your skin. Rough fingertips find the sweet, smooth flesh of your chest, cupping your breast in hand. And when he squeezes you sensually, when he rolls his hardening arousal between your legs, you finally moan. 

“I deserve those,” He emphasizes, mouth lowering to your breasts. “Your pretty fucking moans…”

Hearing you talk like that set something off inside him. You’re a gift, the perfect muse for him, and he’s honestly never doubted this. But to hear you say that he deserves more? More than you? More than what you can give? He doesn’t deserve better - it doesn’t get better than this.

His talented tongue lays out across your nipple, dragging along the pointed peak. The tip dances across the sensitive nub before his lips take over, wrapping around to suck on you gently. Leaning back slightly allows him to use both of his hands on your chest, his fingers massaging you firmly while his mouth takes time to admire your bareness. 

“You think it gets better than this?” Returning to your face, his lips press firmly to your cheek, the fingers of his dominant hand slithering between your legs. He can feel the strong muscles in your thighs, already tensing and trembling for him.

His pointer digit glides up between your folds, a smirk quivering on the end of his lip. Gasping, you reach down, grabbing onto his wrist. Your hips squirm from it, feeling his finger sink entirely in.

“It doesn't.” He tells you sternly, curling his digit. “I know; because I’ve spent my entire life looking for it.”

“David.” Forcefully, he pumps his finger into you, moving back in to suck on your tit.

Both hands rise to his face, fingers digging into his cheeks as his teeth nip at your sensitive skin. Already, he can feel you contracting around his digit, your wetness seeping onto his hand. 

“Oh, baby, it’s you.” Shaking his head, he then quickly lifts himself, tearing his finger from your warm insides. With both hands falling to your hips, he flips you onto your stomach, palms slapping down onto your ass. “Jesus Christ, is it you…”

He just adores the noises he can pull from you, your small whine hitting the air as soon as his hands came down on you. Palming your soft flesh, he sighs, situating himself right up against the backs of your thighs. Shuffling forward, he shifts his pelvis against your backside, settling his full erection over your cheeks. 

It’s amazing just how quickly he can change a mood, the overall tone of the night. And even wilder is the way you so easily mold to it, the way you immediately accept it. 

“Get up here.” Curling his fingers around your hips, he hauls them into the air, presenting you to his hungry stare. “Look at all that hair…” 

Slowly, his palm glides along your back, digits dancing through your long strands. And you think he’s admiring you until he yanks your head back. Your hair is so long that he wraps it twice around his hand, forming a tight fist so he can hold you to his liking. 

“So long…” Already panting, he glances down, his free hand rubbing his tip through the thin lips of your sex. “Like my own little rapunzel, my own little princess.”

“Baby,” Whining, you claw at the sheets, jaw dropping when the thick head of him begins to split you open. But your shrill word dissatisfies him, evident by the stern tug on your hair. And then, you’re appeasing him. “Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Awarding you a soft slap on your outer thigh, he sighs, rubbing you kindly. “That’s much better.” 

He hasn’t prepared you at all, hasn’t set aside time to work you open. But right now, that doesn’t matter, not to either of you. All that matters is that he has you. Everything he’s worked for in his life, every step along the way, has led him here. And he knows it was for a reason; he’s really fallen for you. 

“Baby, baby!” Reaching back, your hand finds his thigh, applying pressure. “S-Stings.”

“You want some lube, sweetheart?” David asks, that husky voice whispering to you as nighttime begins to creep by. 

“Mhm,” You’re nodding into your pillows, forehead pressing into the softness of them. And you fully expect him to spit on your half-full hole, but for some reason, the sound of it still makes you gasp. 

It’s forceful, the impact splattering between your crease and dripping down onto him. Releasing your hair, he keeps your cheeks spread, watching himself disappear. 

“Didn’t give you enough time, I guess, huh?”

Those calloused hands smooth themselves over your asscheeks and outer thighs, his firm body towering behind you. Slowly, gently, his hips continue forward, pushing your body down into the bed. But he keeps your hips up, keeps your ass in the air and your legs spread. The firm drag of his arousal against your squishy walls is making you shake, making you moan and writhe before he’s even had his way with you. And while your bodily reactions are quite pleasing to him, he needs you to stay still.  In one quick motion, he’s grabbing your hips, fingertips bruising your skin as he holds you still while shoving himself the rest of the way in. 

“David!”

“That’s it, thereeeee we go.” And he’s not stopping, his words coming out in slight grunts and pants as his hips bounce against you. Reaching for your hair again, he wraps it around his fist, using it as leverage. And he��s never been so rough with you before but dear god do you love it. 

“F-Fuck,” Hissing quietly from his brutal force, you do your best to take it, bouncing back against his ruthless hips and feeling him deeper than you ever have before. 

He’s not sure what snapped inside his chest for him to want to treat you this way; maybe it’s the stress of it all, of his general fucking life. His emotions have been running high for so long, and they finally seemed to spill over the edge when you told him he deserved better. Better. 

For years, he’s been berated about his body. For months, he’s been ignored by his children. For weeks, he’s been fucked over at his job. For days, he’s had to contemplate where he’s going to live. But with you, all of that has changed. You’ve made him confident about his body, you’ve changed the way his daughters view him, you’ve made the stress of his job easier to ignore, and you’ve given him a place to stay. And above all, you accept him, flaws and all. He wonders, would you feel the same if you found out about his job? 

“Fuck,” Slapping a hand down on your right cheek, he grips it harshly, listening to your small squeak. “Look at that ass… that beautiful fucking body…” 

Again, he spanks you, and harder this time. With his eyes trained on your moving body, he witnesses the skin on your ass redden from his hand. Every thrust forces a wave to ripple across your bouncing flesh, plump and soft and all for him. 

“God, I just want to ruin you.” His words make you moan, your heart pounding in your ears and against the insides of your chest. “Fuck you so hard that all you’re able to think about is me - about how good I make you feel, how desperate your sexy little body is for me.” 

“Baby…”

“Shh…” Tugging harder on your hair, he snarls, baring his teeth briefly. “Just be quiet, princess. Gonna fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty head.”

Every thrust he gives prods against your cervix, pounding into your sensitive core while he listens to your whimpers. And if that wasn’t enough, his words certainly are. They make your body react so overtly in response to him, your hips rolling back to meet him, rubbing needily against him. 

“Fuck me, I can feel you clenching.”

“David, please.” 

“Please, what?” His voice is deep, entirely guttural and rough. “What do you want, baby?”

“M-More.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Lazily, he smacks your ass, watching your flesh jiggle for him. “You’re such a whore for it.”

Fucking his frustrations into you seems to work quite nicely for him. Already, he feels relieved, satisfied, and he hasn’t even cum yet. 

Leaning back slightly, he pulls your hips into him, into the divot of his hips. The driving force of his pelvis coupled with how harshly he pulls you back makes you see stars, your fingers desperately gripping the bedspread. Your toes are curling, every muscle in your body is flexing, trying to accommodate him. You’ve never had sex like this before; it’s so different, so rough and intense and passionate. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” David huffs out from behind your trembling form, fingers digging into your hips. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh?” 

“Yes! Yes, baby, j-just, just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He’s pounding against your very center, against the spot that makes your body quiver. And with another firm smack to your ass, you’re falling over the edge, waves rippling through your core and tearing a shrill moan from your throat. 

“Oh, there she is.” 

Finally, he releases your hair, allowing you to drop your head. And you don’t even feel the sting from the force of his fingers until he does this, your forehead now resting on the pillows atop your bed. 

Keeping a firm hold on your hips, David watches your crumble before him, his jaw dropping while his brows furrow from it. Your back arches and dips, your thighs flexing right in front of his. 

“Easy, baby.” Leaning forward, he grabs one of your swaying breasts in hand, pressing his chest to your back. “That’s it, that’s so good for me.”

“David.” 

“I’m - fuck,” Huffing out a quick breath, his eyes pinch shut, a groan rumbling against your ear. “I’m right there, princess.” 

With his hips stuttering, he feels himself release, length pulsing inside your tight core. The wetness from your own release leaks down his erection, he can feel it. 

This is easy for him, letting go with you. Spilling into your body feels like a goddamn dream, his entire body quivering from it. And with his hands wrapped around your toned frame, he leans into you, hips helplessly rutting against your backside. Dropping his forehead between your shoulder blades, he sighs, feeling your breaths beginning to steady beneath him. 

“Baby,” Reaching back with one hand, your fingers find his hair, sliding lovingly through the strands. “I love you.” 

With another sigh, he’s smiling, kissing the skin of your upper back gently. Internally, he’s thanking the lord for you, and you know he needs you. But that’s okay, you’ll be his safe place for as long as you can. 

“Do you wanna take a shower, honey?” Your fingers are grazing him gently, stroking his head. 

“Yeah.” He nods, swallowing thickly. But he doesn’t move, if anything, he tightens his hold on you. 

You’re such a precious thing to him, so delicate and beautiful. He feels a natural need to care for and protect you, to tend to your well-being. Which is ironic, because he needs that far more than you. He’s lucky he doesn’t need to verbalize this for you to realize it.

And then he’s thinking about leaving again for his work trip. How your locks are shitty as hell and how stressful this trip is going to be. Before, his work used to be his driving force. But he’s lost his motivation for… life, really. But you give him hope, you’ve made him happy again. With you around, he’s found a new source of light. 

And so he blurts out, “I have another business trip soon.” 

As soon as he says it, you feel like it’s ruined the moment. It was soft and tender, calming, but now you’re stressed all over again. You don’t want him to leave… ever. If you’re being honest, you were thrilled when he asked to stay for more than a day. But lucky for you, your worrisome thoughts quickly cease when he opens his mouth again. 

“I want you to come with me.” 

#MBFD series #My Best Friend's Dad series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York x reader #Dave York x female reader #Dave York smut #Dave York fluff

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American Royalty ch. 5

A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fic.

A/N: prev. chapters available in my pin post, if ya like to be added to my taglist feel free to drop a comment with a request. I wanted to post this tomorrow but yeah am a liar with ADHD UwU.

Tags: mild gore, angsts, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance... i guess i should also say unhealthy/toxic relationship.

Chapter five

Thick lines.

Ryan and Helena were exhausted, most of the obstacle course had been partially destroyed, the walls damaged quite severely, and the ceiling was dented, Homelander had learned two things: 1) Ryan holds back too much– too afraid to harm, too afraid to break things, too afraid of his own powers as if they would come right-back around and harm him, and 2) Helena’s forcefield could take a beating, it had taken Ryan quite a bit of rage for it to start cracking, the girl continued to taunt hi, calling him inept, throwing insults without care before it cracked down.

She had learned her limits, making notes for future reference.

So here he was putting pressure on her arm, as she bled profusely.

Ryan was crying blaming himself, while Homelander took her to the labs. The girl didn’t cry much, seemingly just angry, only wincing as her father squeezed her arm with curses in her lips.

You had run out of the kitchen, guards refusing you entry to the labs, while you demanded entry Homelander had emerged and ordered them to step aside, throwing daggers at them as he took your hand.

You cried as you saw the bandages on her arm, you cried harder when she wrapped her arms around you, bawling and shaking underneath them.

Homelander calmly explained that she ended up with twenty stitches and some blood transfusion, but she was fine, no bone had been touched and her body was healing slowly.

You barely listened.

When was the last time you saw her cry? She was a quiet baby, a perfect baby, by the time she could talk, crying seemed redundant when she could simply spell it out for you.

“What did you do!?” You picked your child, retreating from him– I fucking qu–

“It was my fault…” Ryan said drying his sobs– I’m sorry.”

“It was an accident. The kids got a little heated during training… I should’ve stepped in earlier.”

Homelander took Ryan under his arm.

You stared at the kid, then back at your own.

“Helena did you–” You stroke her back– Sorry that my daughter antagonized you… It won’t happen again.”

Your voice was quiet, unable to look at either child.

“Let’s go get your stuff. My apologies, Homelander but I won’t be able to continue my work today. She won’t be a cause of future concern…” You wanted to quit and leave this tower forever.

He lets you go, no doctor tried stopping you either, but you wouldn’t let your daughter stay at Vought, a nurse informed you to come back to change the bandages in two days but you rather take her to an actual hospital.

You looked at him knowing he was going to come around.

Coffee already on the stove and biscuits on the table already waiting for him.

“How is she?” He was genuine.

“She says it's too itchy… but her arm is alright.” you scratch at your head.

“You look tired.”

“I haven’t slept for almost a decade… that’s just my face now.”

“You didn’t quit.” He sat beside you on the big round-table, turning pale as you saw him sit on his cape, his eyes reddened as he tried to look calm– are you quitting?”

“I dunno. Helena can be pretty abrasive. I’m sorry your son fell for it, she doesn’t mean it…  she just thinks that people are going to be cruel, so she’s cruel first.”

“Why?” He presses taking a quick glance at the livingroom and the misplaced toys.

“Try being in a classroom full of teenagers and be the smartest one in the whole room, they just see a smug midget who thinks she’s better than anybody else– they’re mean… kids in general are mean… but she eventually just scares them enough… there were other kids she’d hurt, nothing too severe.”

You stayed in silence not knowing if you should ask him to leave or not. If you should let him be privy of those events.

“She knows.”

“You!”

“She either figured it out or used her powers to find out.” He rested his elbow on the table stroking his tired eyes– I didn’t tell her but she would’ve noticed there was something going on.”

You yawned, taking a couple sips of coffee as he copied you. The silence unbearable and your eyes heavy and aching, gawking at him made you think of her.

“Your eyes and lips are identical.” That was an unusual smile on your face– when she was born that was the first thing I noticed, the second was that mop of hair on her head… she had so much hair and it was so long, but those were your eyes… sadly, you know I always thought your nose was your best feature but she got mine.”

You stood up asking him to follow you to the living room with a finger, taking a seat on the same sofa you refused to throw away.

“Tell me about her… Becca never had the chance… I cleaned that house and found pictures and trinkets, but without the stories I can only speculate. I don’t know his first words, the first time he walked, his first time riding a bike… I don’t know anything. She never wanted to tell me.” He leaned closer, his hand close to yours but never touching– Ryan is sorry, he was quite shaken.”

“Her first word was ‘morning’.” You spoke wanting to indulge, wanting to seem better for some reason.

You told him stories, there had been a time when you fantasized sharing all these moments with him, when you were younger and stupider. When you two began to get too serious, when he had called you baby, darling and honey with genuine affection, when you watched him sleep and caressed his hair awake. You’d dreamed of drinking wine while your kids slept by his side at one point and in this forced intimacy you could be as deluded as he was just in case he was holding something nefarious over your head.

You let him know about her silly things, about her first love… the chemistry set you bought her when she was five. About how she lived in their local library and everybody knew her by name, about how some of the kids expected her to become Brooklyn’s finest, about her hatred of pistachio and strong emotions about bird keeping.

You never expected to talk to him like this after everything, but today has been a rollercoaster and you simply hadn't been in you to fight, not now when your daughter knew, you were doing this to yourself so you couldn’t fight it, you gave him morsels and crumbs because you had no one to talk about this things.

“Is Ryan alright?” You asked leaning away from him, the night was so dark and only the kitchen in the back lit the house– it must’ve been so scary.”

“He was pretty shaken. Took me a lot to get him to stop crying…”

“Helena won’t hold any grudges… I think… I got an idea… has Ryan ever been to Coney Island? Maybe we can take the kids to the boardwalk, have hotdogs and hit the aquarium, Helena will not misbehave in there.” You put your empty cup on the coffee table– they can make up.”

He gave you a tired smile, knowing he had to head home soon but wanting to talk some more.

“Are you angry at her?” He asks weakly.

“She would’ve hurt Ryan. I figured out she was forcing him to attack when you said things got a little heated, that’s how she dealt with bullies in the past.” you looked him straight in the eyes– I am upset.”

He found a way to touch your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“Don’t be… I think Ryan would like the aquarium, he’s never been.” He seemed ashamed of that statement.

“Remember when we used to sneak out to Central Park?” You said suddenly with a chirp in your voice.

“Those were long nights.” He dares give you a flirty look.

“No… those handful of times where we went during daytime… ditch the suit… more witnesses, more likely to behave.”

You tried ignoring those sharp fangs, he was so good looking still and it had been so fucking long since you got laid, being forced to remember him, to interact with him, to let him touch you… some people like to be used… Helena had said it best, and in this nice house he bought you, and the nice stuff he got you all around you, you remember what he was trying to get out of you, and that was to play a role.

At the doctor’s office, Helena cried a lot when the doctor took her stitches out, it had taken a day to heal but she was left with a gnarly scar.

“Phantasma” You sit next to her while she eats some ice cream, she really did not like getting the stitches out, the visit had reduced her to an actual little girl, even after her words were incoherent, skipping words as she cried all the way out to the ice cream shop, Helena’s skin was hard not like her fathers but it was near impossible to penetrate it with a needle, forced to proceed without real anesthesia– sounds better than ‘Ghost Girl’, no?”

She looked up.

“Sounds cool. Why?” she sniffed hard.

“Your father did ask about it…”

“Huh?”

“Honey. He told me you figured it out. How?”

She licked her ice cream cone, as you tucked her under your arm. Scooting her closer on the park bench.

“I used Elmo to break into his apartment. I turned us both invisible and I went up there.” You pulled on her ear– ouch!”

“Helena!”

“He’s been following us for weeks!” you let her go– I was curious as to what he was doing… I was suspicious of his intentions, found the paperwork in his office and played stupid for a couple days.” She handed you her slobbered cover ice cream– Is not appropriate for a grown man to be following little girls.”

“You shouldn’t use Elmo like that!”

“You aren’t mad I broke into his house?” She looked perplexed.

“Nah… I could have given you the passcode it's the first thing they gave me when I started work. Don’t involve the kid!” You took a bite– Jesus Helena! You being invisible is hard enough… I don’t want you ending up like Translucent! Guy was so mentally ill.”

“You knew translucent?” her ear perked up.

“He would walk around naked in the bathrooms– I’ll explain to you when you’re older, honey.” you handed the ice cream back, your lips tight under your teeth– I knew your father for three years… So I got to meet some of The Seven. Either way leave the kid alone and for all intents and purposes you never told me about the stalking…”

“You got something in mind?”

“We’re going to play his game. You’re his daughter… so that tower should be yours, no?”

“There’s my older brother to worry about, too.”

“He’s just a little boy, riding thru life with only nepotism as his anchor” You stroke her hair pushing her bangs away from her beautiful eyes– but he’s not you.” You leaned into her ear– you are my daughter.”

Her smile was sickly sweet.

Here you were waiting for him at the entrance of the boardwalk, when you felt a light touch on your shoulder.

He looked uncomfortable and maybe too dressed up for the occasion, you took the lapel of his suit jacket. It was the nicest fabric you’ve touched in your entire life, surprised to see his hair not as gel-up and his eyes hiding behind versace sunnies.

“Did you raid Kendall Roy’s closet? I swear I saw this jacket in season 3.”

“Is a good show.” he laughs looking painfully stiff, his eyes moving rapidly behind his lenses– and yes.”

“Wait, is this actually from the show?”

“I just said yes.”

Your mouth dropped slightly, but you did like the feel of the jacket.

“You’re more Shiv.”

“Not Logan I hope?”

You snorted in horror, your daughter pretended to be confused by his appearance trying not to look at Ryan, who looked like a deer in front of a hummer.

“Are you doing okay, little guy?” You asked, making sure to lift his hat playfully– Ever had a Nathan’s glizzy? Is an institution.”

The kid looked so shy.

“No, I never had one…” He was one bad word away from sobbing.

“Is okay. My arm is all good again” Helena's adult size hoodie had a big enough collar for her to pull down and reveal nothing but a scar– I am not mad at you. It was an accident… Besides, you can’t be a supe if you’re afraid of getting boo-boos.”

Ryan seemed more shaken than anything, but before he could do his best sad little orphan boy impression, Helena took his hand and dragged him forward, telling him that he needed to try Nathan’s before doing anything, rambling about how good they are, and that she couldn’t wait to see the Aquarium.

Both you and Homelander stood a few steps behind as your daughter gave the kid no time to rest.

“She’s always been this pushy?” He whispered into your ear.

“She just found out that’s her brother… She's a tad excited.”

“You had the talk? Without me!?” He looked upset, staring at his kids with a bit of bitterness.

“I was ambushed. I swear to god you need to figure out a weakness with her damn bubble.”

“What's the limit before she runs out of oxygen?” he asks.

“1 minute and 46 seconds is her personal best.” you whispered back.

“What did you tell Helena was happening today?” He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“That it was a play-date, to try to mend the situation… after all she instigated it.” You leaned against him tugging on his jacket with a cheeky smile– not whatever you were thinking this was… now… get your hand off my ass, John.”

“I told you. I have a story to sell. Both kids are in the same school, now they can start being friends and she knows I’m her dad. Let’s just skip to the good part.”

“You want to pretend we are dating?” If your teeth could separate and let you talk with ease, you would bite his nose off before finishing your next sentence– Did you run that past your team? Sure I wouldn’t rank higher than Maeve or Starlight in the fake girlfriend department… I think even Taylor would rank better… she did make a great single out of you.”

He cringed at that comment.

“You’ll do great in the fake mother department– The team has concocted something extra juicy, a real page turner. Way above Hallmark channel christmas movies, we are talking award circuit instead.”

You both did that fake little laugh that sounded more like a growl as your kids turned around after spotting the white, green and yellow hot dog restaurant.

As Helena headed to the line, with Ryan in tow. You played your role, Helena would have what she deserves– if he wanted to force you and her into his life, you were going to wrap those chains so tight around his neck, he would forget he ever lived without it.

Your mouth met his for a brief moment, startling him enough that his hand left your hips, he was left stuck in place as you went after the kids.

The breeze tousled his hair, as you looked back at him with a saddened smile.

“I haven’t forgiven you… but I want to give you a second chance… I want to put all those things behind us… if you are going to be here for her– for us.” You whispered from afar out of your kids reach as Helena took your wallet, knowing full well he was listening attentively– I’ve missed you. Even if I don’t want to admit it.”

The seagulls squealed as he took his place beside you, wrapping his arm again around your waist just to kiss you yet again.

The moment Helena saw a fish tank it was game over. All her ‘Wednesday’ facade had melted as she became an over excited amateur marine biologist, giving his eldest no time of rest as she explained as many animals she could to the child, he had learned an awful lot about corals and kelp as they moved from exhibit to exhibit, admittedly Ryan was having fun, hanging out with other kids as school had been a bit difficult, his socialization skills were poor from years of isolation and homeschooling but this was nice.

Homelander could only see a kodak moment ruined by the myriad of The Deep billboards staring at him.

It was a bizarre game of stealth kisses happening behind the kids, he was starving for you,  a desire he had put down in the cellar and today he found again, excited to play this game with you.

Wanting to feel your comfort, happy that you took his offer, now he only had to tell Ryan.

As you left for the bathroom he was left alone with the two kids, Ryan fixated on some animals and his mind elsewhere when Helena pulled at his sleeve.

“You look like you want to rip your skin off.”

“I don’t usually wear clothes like this?” he says politely– what about you? Why are you wearing that giant hoodie again? Don’t you own other stuff?”

It was big enough for an adult, her sleeves had been rolled up quite a bit and its length still touched her knees making her appear shorter than she already was, this had been the fifth time he had seen her in this fit, she wore black hoodies most of the times on top of her normal clothes– cheap thrifted clothes and hand-me downs somethign that irked the man; But this ridiculous hoodie seemed to be a favorite. The newest and nicest thing she owned was a pair of A-T Force 1, it pissed him off to watch her wear those shoes– why worship that fat slob when her father was the fucking Homelander! he thought.

“Is really nice… found it in an old box mother had with her while we were living in one of her cousin’s garage.” She stretched her arm urging the man to have a feel of the soft cotton fabric– She didn’t wanna throw it away ‘cuz she could sell it but I ended up wearing it a lot. I like it.”

The fabric was worn down but it was evidently of good quality, he spun the little girl around as he looked at the size tag, only to see the name of the brand… Brunello, his eyes widened as he noted that this hoodie easily cost over 1000 dollars, but as the girl glared at him a light sob escaped his lips as his eyes tingled– this had been his sweater. 

Of the few items of clothes he had owned over the years, he knew this was his.

In those secret dates in central park and escapes to Paris and Seoul, where he was forced to hide who he was just so you two could hold hands without causing a scene, he had bought this, you liked it enough to steal it from him from time to time.

Homelander had become John Gillman for you, he had never needed a secret identity before he met you, not even mulling on the idea for long. He only had to be the Homelander, but he had become a mild-mannered executive named Mr. John Gillman, to be with you– forcing himself to wear strange clothes and mingle with lowborn folks, just to hold your hands and kiss you.

This stupid hoodie that he had ordered an intern to buy only to arrive a size too big, that had gone missing years prior, now stood here wrapping his daughter.

“How did you find out about me?” He asks with shaky lips.

“After you showed up at Lucci’s… thought it was weird that you showed up at my house not long before… I suspected you knew my mom, and after she told me that she worked at Vought. Well, I looked at her resume and did some math. I only really began to suspect it after you broke into my house” She raised her chin– you left the window open by two inches, not enough to matter but enough for me to notice as I always leave them close all the way… you left my hairbrush in the sink’s and not the trolley. Why would you touch my hairbrush? Wonder what you could get out of it…”

The little shit turned around to spot her brother still admiring the clover reef while they waited for you.

“I was taking a gamble when I called you a ‘deadbeat’, dad.”

Homelander's heart skipped a beat when her mouth uttered the word, unsure if she was mocking him or otherwise, from her it was hard to tell.

“You don’t want him to know about me, right?” Her voice was quiet, a knot buried itself in her throat.

“What? No!” He said in a panic, getting on one knee to see her eye-to-eye– Helena… I … I want us to be a family, Ryan will understand but I have to wait… he’s not like you or me… he’s… sweet.”

She looked away squishing her little fist, hiding her beautiful kyanite stones behind those long bangs, his hand lifted her hair, trying to peek further into those beautiful skies, feeling the creamy skin under his palm, her warmth as her cheeks turn a new shade of pink.

“You’re my daughter… my blood… I am sorry… I was… I was an asshole for what I did, but I just want to be there for you now… so If I can… you can call me ‘Dad’ if you like.”

His voice quivering as he spoke, she was frail, he could feel it under his touch, how easy it would be for him to hurt her.

Little girls were to be handled with much more care, dainty things they were, she was a peony blooming in his hands, so he had to be soft and strong for her. she rested her cheek against his hand, his so warm and soft, surprised at the way he looked at her-- there was a twinkle of desperation behind his gaze.

She rested until her eyes didn’t sting anymore.

As you left the bathroom, you spotted the curious scene, biting at your lips as your guilt finally catched up to you, you didn’t need it, you would not allow yourself to be harmed but as you saw your daughter play her role, you knew… she would be lost inside the character… She was a lonely child, deprived of you and without him ever in the picture... she had a weakness.

You let them mingle from afar as they walked around towards some river exhibition, while Ryan made his way towards the duo, their hands intertwined as he turned calling for his boy.

For a moment you saw a glimpse of the life you always wanted… Revenge was a nasty game… could you really play it? You wondered as you fixed your clothes.

Before you could say anything, your sight followed a faceless passerby.

A service dog in tow.

The passerby had simply bumped into Helena, the dog had been just close enough, you didn't worry immediately, she had gotten used to dogs and you were certain she had been good and taken her allergy meds.

You were sure.

Helena turned but it was too late.

With a single sneeze the gates had opened.

The walls rumbled, as the pale blue wave of sharp wavering light exploded out of her body.

Everybody swallowed a shared gasp, as the glass began to crack.

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[every-dayiwakeup]

The Nights That Never Die

Part 1 of Hey, Brother

Billy hated arguments. The shouting, the crying, and the objects flung across the room…none of it was new to him. He should’ve been used to the same song and dance by now. After all, it was all he knew.

It was new to Max, though.

Billy often forgot that while this was his normal, it wasn’t hers. So he bites his tongue till it bleeds, and pats the Camaro’s passenger seat as a silent invitation. Words weren’t his strong suit if it wasn’t in the script. Comforting people sure as hell wasn’t something he was good at.

Max wordlessly sits down, staring at her Converses.

God, quiet unnerved him even more than yelling.

A loud crash is heard from inside the house, and he sees a look in Max’s eyes all too familiar. Instead of grabbing her wrist, he awkwardly taps her on the shoulder.

“What?” she demands, red hair whipping him in the face.

“It’s better if you stay in here ‘till things cool down.” I know you might not understand right now, but you’re safer here.

“How do you know?’

He lets out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kids and their shitload of questions. Persistent brats. An admirable quality, sure, but it didn’t get you very far with that walrus bastard. Max hadn’t sold out herself to him. She still had a shot. She wasn’t damaged. She wasn’t a Hargrove. Saved by blood, whereas he was damned by it.

Billy sticks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, an oral exercise that usually prolongs the eventual sobfest. “I just know, alright?” Long as I’m here, you’ll never know. I’ll make sure of it.

Another crash, followed by Neil’s deceivably calm tone and the contrast of Susan’s screams sends Max burrowing into Billy’s jacket, the denim muffling her weeping.

He’s not sure what possesses him, maybe the spirit of his mother, but he cups his hands over her ears, and she doesn’t push him away.

“I come home, in the mornin’ light. My mother says, “When you gonna live your life right?” Oh momma dear, you know we’re not the fortunate ones. And girls, they wanna have fun…”

He gets through four Cyndi Lauper songs when the house on Cherry Lane finally shuts the fuck up, and Max snickers, getting snot all over his jacket.

“What’s so funny, Shitbird?”

“You’re a horrible singer.”

He sends her a mock-glare, ruffing her hair. She playfully swats at his hand, giggling.

Almost like… a real brother and sister.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he retorts.

“I’m pretty sure there’s ringing in my ears,” she says, collapsing into another fit of giggles.

“Everyone’s a critic. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

She makes a face. “I thought you were cool.”

“Get in the house, will ya?” he huffs, the corners of his mouth twitching. She thinks I’m cool.

She reaches the front door and looks back, all traces of ease gone. "Are you… coming too?"

Suddenly he's ten years old again and he's watching her car grow smaller.

He could leave, too.

Max still hasn't opened the door. Her posture is stiff and hunched over.

No.

No. I can't.

He's not sure who he is anymore, but he's not his mother. He's not a runner.

He takes a deep breath, and turns his back on temptation.

"Right behind you, Mad Max."

******

"Oh, William... why didn't you run?"

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[dinodinodin0]

You are not damaged goods.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x selfharning!reader

Warnings! Self harm, mention of deep cuts, depressed reader, mentions of feeling empty, comfort, reassurance,

"hey, hey, sweetheart look at me," Eddie beckons, holding your face in his hands and looking intently into your eyes.

"it's okay. I'm going to grab some bandages, a hot towel, and some rubbing alcohol okay? I promise it's alright doll face." He says, planting a quick kiss in your forehead and hastily getting up to grab his supplies.

You engulfed in sobs, staring at your limbs in shock. You were aware that you did it, it wasn't subconscious, but you came to a realization just how deep you did it this time. It was getting worse. Each time you did it, you longed to go deeper. Maybe if it hurt more, it'd justify how shitty you already felt.

And now, you involved your boyfriend. You got an overwhelming urge to cut while he was staying in your house, so you snuck off to your bathroom. You tried to subside the feeling for so long, but eventually the urge overcame you. It felt like withdraws. eventually it was too much. When you realize what you'd done, you broke down into sobs, calling for Eddie .

He returned to the bathroom, and crouched down to you.

"okay baby, I'm going to first clean it with a warm rag okay? You're okay baby" he said, trying to mask the worry in his voice.

The warm feeling was calming and grounding, but you felt as if you were sinking in guilt. You hated that he had to clean your wounds, you hated how you worried him. You hated all of it.

"Eddie.. Eddie I'm so sorry-" you sobbed, hiccuping as words spilled out.

"baby it's okay I understa-"

"no.. I'm sorry.. you don't deserve this. You don't deserve what I do to you. All I do is harm you and worry you, I never meant for you to know about this and now you..are cleaning my wounds," you confessed, almost frustrated. He didn't understand. you loved him so much, and even though you always know him finding out was a possibility you still couldn't stop. you felt incredibly guilty for it.

"baby.. I'm happy I know. I can't imagine what would happen if you went deeper or something and I just.. wasn't there. I can't imagine it" he told you, choking up.

"and.. I always suspected something. I assumed it was nothing but scratches or an old childhood scar because you're so.. happy all of the time. I'm so sorry I never checked. "

You were mortified that they had been visible at times. You spent so much time covering them, embarrassed of them. You hated how they looked, and you felt like you looked mangled.

"I.. I'm sorry.. I feel so ugly, just. Bleeding out like this. I can't help but feel like I look like.. damaged goods." Your hissed and gasped as you felt the stinging sensation of the alcohol, painful stinging washing over you.

"shit! Sorry, I should have warned you first. " He exclaimed, remorseful look on his face.

"and you are not damaged goods. You're not a product to be sold, nobodies going to refuse buying you because you're bruised. You're gorgeous, and you're mine. I liked you with them before, I'll love you with new ones. You.. you are the most beautiful thing. You're so full of love, and so much care for others around you. I know sometimes you say you feel empty, but when you can feel, you try your damnedest to make everyone comfortable and happy. If anyone would turn down someone like that because of some scars they're a fucking dumbass. Got it?"

He stares into your eyes as you nod, tears flooding your eyes. You reach over and hug Eddie close to you, face burring in his collarbone. He rubbed your back, and held you as tight as he could.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I'm so sorry."

When you two calmed down and sobs turned to sniffles, you let you go with a kiss on the top of your forehead. He smiled at you and applied your bandages.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too."

A/N hey guys, sorry if this is kinda dark and not relatable lmao, I wrote this to help me fall asleep last night and kinda just,, wrote how he'd react to my thoughts in the hopes that maybe it'd help someone else when they're thinking the way I was. I hope this gets to someone who might need it :)

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[here2bbtstrash]

look down on me like that - 5 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 11.4k (you're welcome 😌)

contains: ~explicit sexual content~ !! *deep breath in* YES THERE IS ACTUAL FUCKING HAPPENING - EVERYONE REMAIN CALM. also i promise this is the most unhinged reader gets lmao. alright let's go: one night stand/stranger sex, semi-public sex (bathroom of a bar), fingering, spanking, a truly gratuitous blowjob, orgasm denial, a smidge of dirty talk/namecalling, finger sucking?, protected sex, semi-awkward sex lmao, the hatefucking is HERE 🙌🏻 plenty of alcohol mentions as always,, so much alcohol. this chapter also features a couple fun cameos - kihyun of monsta x and wonho 💜

A/N: hope y'all enjoy this absolute CHAOS!! i have so many lovely friends who cheered me on while i was writing this, far too many to name, but i fucking adore you all 🥺🥺 and i do want to specifically shoutout @kiestrokes because the ~spicy twist~ in this chapter would not be HALF as good if it wasn't for her and her big beautiful brain. srsly she took a half-baked idea i had and made it insane. god i love that woman. ALRIGHT ENOUGH BABBLING - ENJOY!!!!!

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“Try this.” Jimin yanks an emerald green dress off the hanger and chucks it over his shoulder, nearly hitting you.

“Ugh, I hate this one,” you groan as you hold the offending item up for inspection, pinched between index finger and thumb. “The fabric is so itchy.” 

Your best friend whips around, hands on hips, when you question his taste. “I’m sorry, did I just hear you going back on our agreement? Is that what this is?”

You groan, flopping over onto your bedspread, doing your best not to mess up your hair. Jimin had, understandably, been pissed when you’d called him immediately upon leaving the office last night, hands still shaking as you cradled the phone against your cheek. You think you have permanent hearing damage from the anguished wails your best friend made as you finally admitted everything you hadn’t told him. And you certainly could have done without the appreciative noises he made after he forced you to describe Suga’s dick in explicit detail. 

It’s not like you aren’t constantly thinking about it, anyway.

Especially now that Yoongi has specifically told you everything, everything he wants to do to you. The words swim back to you in pieces whenever you aren’t actively trying to suppress the memory. Finger that tight little pussy. Spank you until you bruise. Fuck you like the slut you so clearly are.

God. You’ve been horny for 24 hours straight. This can’t be good for your health.

Jimin had nearly disowned you for letting secrecy infiltrate your friendship for the first time in over a decade, but then he’d realized how truly distraught you were as you just kept babbling into the phone about Suga, too far gone to make any sense.

“Jesus fucking christ, it’s not the end of the world!” He’d finally interrupted with a frustrated groan. “You really think Suga is the only man in the world who can fuck you senseless? He was probably overselling it anyway. Having a pretty dick doesn’t guarantee he knows what to do with it.”

At this point you’d stumbled onto the bus home, and you remember smacking your forehead against the cold glass of the window with a whine at the words pretty dick, your mind already departing on another Yoongi spiral.

Jimin’s peal of laughter rang in your ears. “I’ve never heard you down this bad in my life, good god girl! We just need to get you laid so your fucking brain can work right again.”

“Please,” you’d grunted.

“Alright, I’m coming over tomorrow, and we’re going out.” He’d paused then, and you knew there was more even before he continued. It was like you could hear his evil smile. “And I get to pick your outfit.”

You’re snapped out of the memory as a second dress is tossed your way, this one hitting you square in the face.

“Either the green or this one. You’re still in the doghouse, ma’am,” Jimin reminds you.

You pull the second option up to examine it, already grateful for the softer feel of the material. Jimin loves to put you in shit that you’d never wear— usually dresses that he bought for you, or bullied you into buying. You think you already dress pretty racy when you go out, but Jimin likes to take it to another level, always encouraging you to show more skin, more tits, more ass. He’s definitely responsible for this number even being in your closet: dark burgundy in color, it’s tight, short, and the cutouts leave very little to the imagination.

You whine softly despite yourself. “Do I have to? I’m going to freeze to death.”

Jimin has already moved to sit at your desk, examining his hair in the mirror you use to do your makeup. He’s in one of his favorite going-out shirts, one he claims “makes even the straight boys look twice”, a blue and white striped button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He doesn’t even bother making eye contact with you as he peers at his reflection, fiddling with the silver hoops in his ears. “I dunno. Depends on whether or not you value my friendship.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “I can’t stand you.”

“Will you shut up and put your damn freakum dress on already?” He rummages through your makeup bag without asking until he finds what he’s looking for, a tube of Fenty gloss that he dabs in the center of his bottom lip.

“That is not what freakum dress means,” you say with a laugh as you stand to strip out of your sweats, but he’s already reaching for his phone that’s connected to your Bluetooth speaker, another requirement for the evening in order to keep your friendship intact. Beyoncé starts to blast as you pull your shirt over your head and suck in for dear life.

“So, what exactly is the plan?” You ask as soon as you swallow down another shot, nearly shouting to be heard over the noise of the bar. Jimin made you do a couple in your kitchen before you left, and though you haven’t even been out for an hour, you’re already straddling the line between tipsy and drunk.

He shoots you a look. “Don’t act so innocent, like I haven’t personally seen you go home with random dudes.”

Your gaze flits over the mass of bodies out on the dance floor. “I mean, yeah, but…” You shrug, grimacing slightly. “I don’t know, it’s been a while. And we’re not in college anymore.”

“What about him?” You look back at Jimin and he nods his head behind you. You do your best to be subtle as you glance over your shoulder to see two guys a couple of tables away.

“Which one?”

Jimin makes a face like it’s obvious. “Are you kidding me? The absolutely built daddy with the red hair?”

You examine them more closely, scrunching your nose up a little. He’s cute, big as hell, and you certainly notice his bubble butt in those tight pants. But it just doesn’t feel right. “I don’t know that he’s my type.” When your gaze lands on his friend, dressed in all black, dark hair skimming over his eyes as he leans in to say something, your heart flips in your chest. Now that could work.

Turning back to Jimin to say as much, you realize that he’s already brushing past you. “Well I’m not stupid,” he scoffs, and you scramble to follow after him as he stalks confidently across the room.

He’s already talking to them when you catch up. “Hi boys. Care for some company?”

They glance at each other, and you can tell Jimin’s presence is clearly unexpected but not unwelcome. He wasn’t wrong: nobody can resist him in that damn shirt.

“Sure,” red-haired daddy says with a shy giggle, and you have to bite back a smile. You were not expecting a guy that built to react so softly, and you already know your best friend is going feral on the inside. There is nothing Jimin loves more than a man he can fluster. Especially one who can make him pay for it.

His friend flags down a server and orders a round of shots for the table, then gives you a small wave as Jimin takes the liberty of giving his name and yours. “I’m Kihyun.”

“Hoseok,” Jimin's target is clearly squirming under his intense gaze. “But my friends call me Wonho.”

“Can I be your friend?” Jimin purrs. You’re nearly laughing at how quickly he lost the plot of trying to get you laid, but he’s also such an intense flirt that it nearly works as a wingman maneuver, in its own weird way.

You scoot a little closer to Kihyun as Jimin and Wonho disappear into their own conversation. Up close you can really admire how attractive he is, full lips and a wickedly sharp jawline.

“Hi,” you say with a smile, surprised to find yourself slightly nervous despite the alcohol coursing through your system.

“Hi,” he says back, and he looks like he’s about to say more when the server reappears with a tray of four shots.

“Thanks again for these,” you say as you reach for one, and he waves it off. You glance over at Jimin and Wonho, assuming they might want to toast as a group, but Jimin is already hooking his elbow around Wonho’s ridiculous bicep and making a not-at-all-subtle comment about how big he is, intertwining their arms before they each throw the shot back.

You look at Kihyun again, who is biting his lip nervously, and you can feel your face heat up. You’re no Jimin, so you settle for gently tapping your shot glass against his. “Cheers.”

He echoes the sentiment and you down your drinks simultaneously. You shiver a little as you swallow, but you’ve had enough that you don’t even feel the burn of the alcohol.

“So,” Kihyun’s eyes flit over to Jimin, then return to you. “Do you two come here a lot?”

You shrug. “We rotate. Jimin likes this place more than I do. You?”

He laughs softly. “Not really. Honestly, we’re both homebodies, but we try to get out every so often. Always nice to meet new people.” It’s so quick you nearly miss it, but you swear his eyes jump down your figure and back up again.

You try to ignore the little voice in your head reminding you of another pair of eyes; dark, calculating, wandering over your body. Not now.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you say, because it’s true: a new person is definitely what you need in this moment.

Before you can ask a follow-up question, you hear Jimin, talking loudly so that he’s audible over the music. “Your thighs look so good in those pants!” You have to resist the urge to smack your head against the table when you look over to see him attempting— and absolutely failing— to wrap his small hands around the circumference of Wonho’s leg, who is giggling like a schoolgirl.

You glance back at Kihyun, who is equally enraptured. “I’m so sorry,” you say quietly. “He is unfortunately always like this.”

“You know where else those thighs would look good?” Jimin’s voice lowers as he asks the question, and you watch Kihyun’s eyes go wide.

“Do you want to dance?” You say quickly, and he nods so fast you think his head might fall off. You start to break away from the group, his hand slipping to your waist, when Jimin smacks the table so loud that it makes you jump.

“Hey!” He yells, and you turn back, but he’s pointing at Kihyun, who instantly looks terrified. He leans in, as if to divulge confidential information, and Kihyun takes a tentative step towards him.

“Just so you’re aware,” Jimin starts, and you know it’s going to be bad. “She needs to get dicked down. Severely. Hope you’re ready.”

You close your hand around Kihyun’s wrist and drag him towards the dance floor, eager for a distraction to keep you from murdering your best friend.

Now that you’re actually in motion, you can feel the last couple of shots quickly catching up to you, the room blurring slightly at the edges. At the center of the dance floor, the thudding bass is loud enough to make it hard to think, which is exactly what you need right now.

You’re grateful not to have to force any more conversation, both of Kihyun’s hands slipping to your hips as you start to move in time to the music. It gives you free reign to admire him up close, and damn, he really is gorgeous. He’s only a little taller than you in your heels— probably about the same height as Yoongi, though his frame is slighter, smaller. You watch as his dark hair falls into his eyes again and he reaches up to sweep it off his forehead— Yoongi’s hair is a little longer, and he certainly has much better hands, but other than that—

You have to squeeze your eyes shut when you realize what the fuck you're doing. The whole point of this encounter is to stop thinking about Yoongi. Not pick apart this absolute stranger in comparison to him.

You desperately wish you could get another drink, but you know that would push you all the way into “drunk” territory. As much as you hate admitting it, Jimin was right: you really need to be able to consent to sex tonight. You’re gonna have to get through this the old-fashioned way, with sheer fucking willpower.

“Are you okay?”

Your eyes flutter open to meet Kihyun’s concerned gaze. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just, uh. Thinking about work.” Not a complete lie.

“Well, don’t,” he says with a soft laugh. “It’s the weekend. You should enjoy it.” His hands press a little tighter, pulling you close until your body is flush with his. His breath ghosts over your neck as you hear his voice in your ear. “That dress looks really good on you.”

A different voice echoes in your mind before you can stop it. Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s under that dress. You can’t help but wonder if this is what it feels like to literally go insane, and then you grab Kihyun’s face with both hands and kiss him in a desperate attempt to not think anymore.

You can feel him freeze, clearly not expecting it, but after a second his mouth starts to move against yours. His hands slip further down towards your ass, and fuck, it occurs to you that you are still incredibly horny. You need this to happen as soon as possible.

Pulling away and sliding your hands to Kihyun’s shoulders, you tilt up to speak into his ear. “Do you live near here?”

His eyes go wide for at least the third time tonight. “Y-yeah, not far.” You see his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

“I don’t know how to say this politely,” you admit with an embarrassed smile. “But my friend wasn’t wrong. About… what I need.”

He pauses for a moment, and your stomach twists as you prepare for rejection, the reasonable reaction considering you basically jumped this man like a crazy person. But then he smiles, leaning into you so he can keep his tone soft. “Come on, then.”

You follow Kihyun as he guides you towards the exit, keeping one hand pressed to the small of your back. It’s hard to miss the other half of your group making their way through the crowd— Wonho is large enough that people quickly shrink to get out of his way, but his gaze is entirely transfixed on Jimin’s ass in front of him. You nod in their direction and Kihyun follows as you push past bodies to reunite.

“Are you leaving?!” Jimin asks, and you can only nod. His eyes jump to Kihyun. “I told you, you better give it to her!” He shouts it so loudly that people standing behind him glance over their shoulders, but he is fully unfazed, now brandishing his cellphone. “And I always have her location on, so if you murder her, I will come find you!”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean across the circle so that Wonho can hear you. “Take good care of him, okay?” When you pull away, you swear he’s blushing as red as his hair, and he nods sheepishly.

You turn back to Kihyun. “Ready?”

The door to Kihyun’s apartment barely has time to close behind you before you find his lips with yours again. He presses you up against the wall of the entryway, and you waste no time in moving your hands over his body. His shirt and pants hit the floor in quick succession.

When he reaches for the hem of your dress, you cover his hands with yours to stop him. “Do you— is it okay if I keep it on?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, breathless. “Yeah, okay.”

He kisses you again and you let him guide you backwards through an open door into his bedroom until you feel the mattress hit the backs of your knees. You perch on the edge of the bed and glance around the room, taking it in. It’s clean, if minimally furnished, and your stomach flips when you see a nondescript work desk tucked into one corner.

You look at Kihyun when you feel his hand gently rub your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs.

“Kihyun?”

“Yeah?”

Your gaze jumps to his desk, then back to him. “Do— uh… Do you think you could bend me over your desk?”

He seems a little dumbfounded, and takes a second to find words. “Wh— I— yeah, yes, I can do that. I just—” he clears his throat. “Do you need, like, foreplay, or…?”

You stand up again, knees shaking slightly. “I’ll tell you what to do, does that work?”

It must, because he kisses you, eventually starting to move towards the desk. When you’ve gotten far enough, you feel him tug at your hips, encouraging you to spin around so your back is flush with his chest. His hand slides up to your shoulders to gently press you forward, and you brace your forearms on the desk, already breathless.

“P-pull my dress up,” you manage to instruct. His hands caress over your thighs, then move to the hem of your dress, pushing up until your ass is fully exposed for him.

Get a good look at that ass you were tempting me with, the voice in your head finishes for you. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on this moment, this man. Not any others.

You look back at Kihyun over your shoulder in an attempt to stay present, spreading your legs a little wider. “Touch me.”

He slowly moves a hand from your thigh up towards your core, and you feel his fingers just barely brush over the fabric of your underwear. The rush of contact after so much anticipation is enough to make you shiver slightly, but his touch is so light, so gentle.

Gentle is not what you need right now.

Keeping yourself held up on one arm, you reach the other behind you to forcefully tug your panties to the side. “Your fingers, Kihyun,” you hiss.

You tip your head forward and swallow down a whine of relief as he presses a digit into you and starts to rub circles. “How’s that?” His voice purrs in your ear, and you whimper as you nod.

It feels good, especially when he adds a second finger, but it’s not enough. He’s too soft, too tentative.

You look back at him again. “Can you spank me?”

You’ve officially lost count of the number of times you’ve surprised this man tonight. “I— what?”

“Like, smack my ass?”

“Like this?” He asks, but you barely feel it when he brings his hand down over your ass.

“Harder,” you say almost instantly, realizing after the fact that you could probably stand to be a little nicer to this random stranger. “Please.”

Kihyun’s second attempt is better, enough to make you groan softly as the sensation of the sting mixes with the movements of his fingers pressing against your front wall. He does it again, harder still, and you wiggle your ass back towards him— you need more, more than his hands can give.

“Kihyun,” you gasp, “want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? I’ll fuck you right here,” he grunts. At least he seems to be genuinely into it, you think to yourself gratefully. He smacks your ass a final time and you bite down on your lip as he withdraws his fingers. “One second.”

You hear the sound of him opening a drawer somewhere in his room and retrieving a condom, and you let your eyes flutter closed until his hands brush over your hips again.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Kihyun, please,” you beg, your head dropping down onto your forearms. “Please fuck me.” Desire is wound up so tight inside you that you can’t think about anything else; you need this so fucking badly.

He makes a strangled whine as he presses into you, and you move your hips back onto him, gasping slightly at the stretch. “Fuck.”

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Kihyun groans, and he starts to roll into you with steady thrusts that brush the head of his cock right over your g-spot. You push backwards, matching his rhythm, and he’s not wrong: it feels good.

But it’s not enough.

“Harder,” you groan, your voice muffled in the crook of your elbow, and you hear Kihyun grunt as he picks up the pace, hips snapping against your ass. Better, but somehow still not what you need.

“Please, Kihyun,” you encourage again. “Fuck me like a slut.”

“Jesus,” he breathes, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve finally broken him. But then his hand cracks over your ass, hard enough to take you by surprise, and he starts to thrust even faster.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, and his voice is tense, almost angry; something about it makes your walls start to flutter. Your orgasm is so frustratingly close, yet somehow beyond your grasp.

And then you hear that all-too familiar voice in your head. I want to make you come so hard that your legs shake. Before you can help it, you moan a little at the memory. The way Yoongi leveled his gaze on you as he spoke so calmly, in a way that had you believing every single word. You can feel your core starting to tighten at the very thought, and once your brain realizes that’s what will get you there, it’s like the fucking floodgates open.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, and you can hear him grunt in agreement, like he’s close, too.

You’re helpless to stop it now, too desperate to come. Yoongi’s voice, his face, his tongue, his hands, his cock. It’s all you can think of. You gasp as everything inside you tightens and starts to pulse.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna come,” you whine. So hard that you have no choice but to scream my name as I wreck you, the voice in your head finishes, and you dig your nails into the desk beneath you as you reach your climax.

Your back arches, pleasure washing over you, and you cry out. “Yes, Yoongi, yes!”

There’s a moment where his hips stutter, and then he pushes all the way into you one last time with a grunt of effort as he comes, too. Your heartbeat starts to slow.

And then it occurs to you that the man fucking you is absolutely not named Yoongi, and you smack a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my god,” you say softly, voice muffled, and you remove your hand as you start to straighten up. You can hear Kihyun still breathing heavily behind you, but he’s otherwise silent as he releases his grip on your hips and slides out of you.

“Kihyun,” you turn to watch him cross the room to the en-suite bathroom, where he briefly disappears to dispose of the condom. Face burning with embarrassment, you awkwardly maneuver to readjust your underwear and pull your dress back down over your ass.

When he reappears in the doorway, you try again. “Kihyun, I am so sorry. I—I don’t—” you fumble for what to say, knowing full well you don’t have a good explanation. At least not one that doesn’t make you sound insane.

“It’s cool,” he says, but he’s clearly uncomfortable. “I mean, you know. Shit happens.”

You glance around nervously for your phone before realizing it’s back on the table in the entryway where you tossed it in the throes of passion. You shoot Kihyun a weak smile. “I should— let me call Jimin. I can get a ride home.”

Kihyun laughs dryly. “Yeah, I’m gonna take a wild guess that he might be a little busy. I can take you home. It’s not a big deal.”

As much as your pride wants to refuse, you don’t exactly have a backup plan. “I would really appreciate that,” you murmur.

The drive is silent and painfully awkward, Kihyun turning up the music just loud enough that you get the indication that he doesn’t want to talk. As the lights of the city stream by, you can’t help but wonder how everything got so fucked up.

When Kihyun pulls up to your apartment complex, you indicate where he can drop you off, and he reaches over you as the car slows to a stop to politely open the door.

“Have a good night,” he says firmly, and you can barely manage a word of thanks before you slip out of his car and head up the stairs to die of embarrassment.

Jimin shows up at your door late Sunday afternoon, a takeout bag of haejangguk tucked under one arm, gushing incessantly about the various ways Wonho threw him around all night. It feels like he babbles for an hour, until he finally takes a break to sip from his own container of soup, and prompts you with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Your turn. Was your mission successful?”

You keep your gaze firmly planted on the floor as you recount what happened.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

~*~

Jimin decides that you’ll try again next weekend, promising he’ll be less distracted. You’re not positive you’ll survive that long. You preemptively text Jungkook asking to take the week off from boxing class - your stomach is such a fucking bundle of nerves that you barely sleep at all Sunday night, and you know the next five days spent in constant fear of running into Yoongi is only going to make it worse.

Those same nerves creep up into your throat when you unlock the doors Monday morning, Jungkook waiting patiently behind you with his hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack.

Dread blooms inside of you as you move to place your purse on your desk, and then you make a split-second decision, spinning back to face Jungkook.

“Hey, JK?” The nickname is unplanned, just sort of comes out, but you see him visibly brighten. “Are there any open desks on your side of the office? I think I need a change of scenery.”

He nods, eyes wide. “Yeah! I’m actually all by myself right now. Sunye is on maternity leave for the rest of the month. You can use her desk.”

You gesture for him to lead the way and he does, heading past the break room and walking backwards down the hallway to keep talking to you. “Is there something wrong with your normal desk? We can always put in a work order.”

“Uh, no,” you scramble, trying to find a good excuse. “It can just be a little distracting, you know. People coming in and out all day. I’ve got a lot of stuff I need to be heads-down on this week.”

The excuse sounds flimsy and false to you, but he seems to buy it. “Yeah, makes sense! I’ll try not to distract you too much.”

He does a full 360-degree spin on his heels as you turn the corner at the end of the hall, and it’s enough to make you laugh softly despite yourself. There’s a small alcove with a desk pressed against either wall, and you don’t even have to ask which one is Jungkook’s. The standing desk is dotted with tell-tale signs of Baby Star Candy: an empty shaker cup, a mini tub of protein powder, several fidget toys tucked beneath his monitor. A small collage of polaroids is taped to the wall where you see him smiling with friends, throwing up a peace sign in nearly every single one.

Sunye’s desk is mostly empty, save for a few framed photos of her with her husband and two young kids. You drop your purse down and take a seat as Jungkook chucks his backpack under his desk, both of you reaching to retrieve your laptops.

Outlook hasn’t even loaded before he’s turned around and talking to you again. “So how was your weekend?”

You grimace reflexively at memories you’d rather forget, and Jungkook misinterprets the look. “Oh, sorry, no distractions. I’ll be quiet.”

“No, no,” you shake your head. “It’s not you. My weekend was fine. What about yours?”

He laughs, looking a little embarrassed. “I mean, honestly? I’m super addicted to this new mobile game that just came out. I feel like I blinked and lost two days.” He’s already reaching for his cellphone. “Want to see?” You roll your chair across to his side of the room as Jungkook leans over to show you the little island world he’s nearly 500 levels into. After a few minutes, he seems to remember himself.

“Shit, you specifically said you came here to focus. I’m sorry, I really will leave you alone now.”

You bite down on your bottom lip. “No, it’s okay, JK. I— honestly, I wasn’t being entirely truthful when I said that. I don’t mind the distraction at all, actually. It’s kind of complicated, but… it would be nice if I could hide out here for the foreseeable future.”

He looks at you, clearly surprised. “Of course. Whatever you need. Is everything okay?”

You wince a little, with no idea how to answer that question.

His voice drops. “Is it Suga?”

“It’s complicated.” You repeat with a sigh.

An unfamiliar emotion flashes in Jungkook’s eyes. You’ve never seen him angry before, but you’d guess this is what it looks like. “Hey, seriously, if he’s being aggressive with you, we should do something about it. Report it or something.”

You have to suppress the urge to laugh in his face. Like Yoongi being aggressive with you isn’t exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about for days.

“No, it’s not like that,” you reassure him. “I think we’re just two people who are better off kept apart from each other. That’s all.”

Jungkook nods slowly, and it’s clear from his expression that he wants to pry more, but is forcing himself not to. “Okay.”

There’s a heaviness of unasked and unanswered questions in the air, but the two of you manage to lapse into corporate smalltalk as you roll back over to your desk and dive into your workday.

Jungkook eventually has to peel off for a few virtual meetings, and watching him work is its own source of entertainment. If it’s a meeting that requires his focus, you can tell because he leans in close to his monitor, staring at spreadsheets or data visualizations with a look on his face like he’s using every single brain cell he owns. 

You can also tell when he’s put on calls where he clearly isn’t needed, because he’ll spin in a full circle at his desk with a glazed over look in his eye. There are even a few times where you glance up to see him silently doing what you vaguely recognize as TikTok dances, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from outright laughing.

The day rolls on, and you’re neck deep in drafting a communication when Jungkook’s voice breaks your concentration. “Do you like ramyeon?”

Your head snaps up to see him lean down under his desk to grab his backpack. He unzips it to retrieve two containers of instant noodles, and when he offers one to you, you give an approving nod. “I usually bring two in case I get extra hungry. I’ll make it, come meet me in the break room when you finish what you’re doing.”

You genuinely believe him on the first day, but when he just so happens to bring a second lunch on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, you start to get a little suspicious.

Friday has you stuck on a working session straight through your usual lunch hour, and Jungkook disappears without a word, returning as you’re pulling your headset off with two to-go salads in a plastic bag.

“I ordered one, and they gave me two. Crazy, right?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him to signal that you don’t believe a damn word, but you still thank him as you follow him down the hall to the break room.

“You’re coming out tonight, right?” He asks over lunch, and it takes you a second to remember the planned happy hour your boss has scheduled for the office. You’re torn between never wanting to see the inside of a bar again, and the overwhelming desire to drink as much as you can on the company’s dime. Ideally enough to obliterate the brain cells that store your memories of last weekend.

In the end, your cheapness wins out. Plus, given that it’s a social work event, you’d bet your entire salary that Yoongi will be nowhere to be found. You figure it might actually prove to be a good distraction. “Sure, yeah. At least for a couple drinks.”

“Cool,” Jungkook smiles a little as he spears a piece of chicken on his plastic fork. “Let me know when you’re done for the day, we can head over together.”

As much as you’d like to blow off early, a phone call that was supposed to take fifteen minutes ends up lasting over an hour. You mute your headset briefly to give a loud sigh, and shoot Jungkook a silent pout in apology when he meets your gaze, but he just flips his phone around to show you the progress he’s making on his island. At least he’s good at keeping himself entertained, you think with a smile.

Finally the person leading the call seems to come to the extremely delayed realization that no one is going to make any more progress on the issue after 5 PM on a Friday, and things wrap up pretty quickly after that. You and Jungkook gather your things and head for the front, and the office is a ghost town.

Your eyes drift down the opposite hallway towards the Genius Lab, your pulse quickening a little. You’ve checked the lab every evening this week and have luckily only found it empty, but you’re nearly an hour ahead of schedule today. And you don’t exactly have a great track record with Yoongi when it comes to Fridays.

“I should probably…”

“I can do it,” Jungkook cuts in softly. You’re hit with the automatic urge to say no, to shield him from this chaos in any way you can. But it would be really nice to not have to deal with Yoongi for one fucking day.

“I would appreciate that,” you reply, and Jungkook is already striding down the hall. You pretend to busy yourself on your phone as you hear a knock, then the electronic beeps of him punching the code into the door lock. When you glance up, you see him push the door open and stick his head inside, then promptly close it again.

“He’s gone. Let’s get out of here.”

The bar your boss has chosen is only a few blocks away from the office, and Jungkook holds the door open for you to enter first when you arrive. You don’t see your group right when you first walk in, and you have to round a bend in the layout of the building before you spot the long table of familiar faces.

You move to take a step forward, but Jungkook nearly imperceptibly brings a hand to your elbow to stop you. He says nothing, which is unlike him, and you start to ask a question.

“Wh—” the words die in your mouth when you see Yoongi smiling politely into a glass of whiskey, seated at the table next to your boss. His gaze flickers up to meet yours. Your stomach twists as you watch the smile immediately drop off his face. 

“We can go,” Jungkook says quickly, but you know you can’t give him the satisfaction.

“It’s fine,” you say, and it comes out a little more harsh than you mean it to. “We don’t have to sit near him.” Jungkook follows your lead to the opposite end of the table. When you take your seats, he almost immediately gets sucked into a conversation with some of the audio engineers. You do your best to at least act like you’re following along, but it feels like the room is spinning despite the fact that you’re entirely sober.

That absolutely needs to change, you quickly determine. You’re sitting at the corner of the table, so it’s easy enough to slip out and get to your feet. Jungkook glances up when you do.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, and your tone must be direct enough that he doesn’t ask any follow-up questions or offer his company. Which is fine, you think to yourself as you cross the room. You’re perfectly capable of walking to the bar and ordering a drink on your own.

At least it feels that way until you sweep your gaze across the room, waiting on a bartender to acknowledge your presence, and realize Yoongi is headed straight towards you, empty glass in hand.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You set your jaw, determined not to let him smell your fear, and renew your conviction to flag someone down and get a drink as fast as possible. When Yoongi takes a seat at the barstool next to you, you will your face not to react. But you’re not quite fast enough to remember to tell your mouth to stay shut, too.

“What are you doing here?” You snap, refusing to look him in the eye.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says, voice even, and you blink hard. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. “I figured an event with free alcohol was a good place to start. Let’s hope no one wore their good shoes tonight.”

Setting your jaw has turned into fully gritting your teeth, and you’ve never been more grateful to see a bartender when one approaches. You order quickly, and see Yoongi silently lift his empty glass as a request in your periphery.

“What do you want, Yoongi?”

When he hums and doesn’t respond right away, you glance over to see him running a finger around the rim of his finished drink. Just his fucking hand is enough to send a shiver up your spine, and you tear your gaze away.

“Well, for one, I honestly have to say I was surprised when HR didn’t personally escort me out of the building Monday morning.”

Your head snaps up to look at him again as you parse out his meaning. “Really?”

Yoongi’s gaze meets yours, his brows slightly pinching together as if he’s surprised that you’re surprised. “Uh, yeah.”

You’re so shocked it takes you a minute to form words. “I— I mean, it’s not like it was unprovoked.”

He makes a face as if he’s considering it, shrugging a little. “I suppose.”

As you drop your gaze to the wood grain of the bar, you can’t help but wonder if that was meant to be an apology. You barely have time to process that thought before the bartender returns, setting your drinks down, and you reach for yours like a woman dehydrated. When you take a sip, it’s strong— exactly what you need in this moment.

You’re already halfway off the barstool, very ready to get back to your seat at the table, when Yoongi speaks up again.

“Do you want to hear a funny story?” Something in his tone makes you pause, and he keeps going.

“I heard from an old friend a few days ago. We used to be really close, but lately I don’t think we’ve talked in…” He shakes his head in disbelief, like he’s trying to think. “God, probably years. I’ve been so focused on work. You know how I get.”

You physically recoil at his strange candor, how comfortable he suddenly is with implying that you know him. Your stomach is already starting to turn, though you can’t put a finger on why. It just feels like he’s playing with you.

Yoongi rolls his glass between his palms as he continues. “So you know, we catch up, ask how life is going, all the usual shit. And then my friend— Kihyun, that’s his name— Kih starts telling me about this crazy hookup he had last weekend.”

You nearly drop your drink as your blood runs cold. Yoongi continues the charade, pretending like he’s telling you something you don’t already know first-hand.

“He said he got approached by this super hot girl out of nowhere, and that she was fucking desperate for it. Barely said two words to him before she was asking him to take her home. And once he did, he said the sex was wild. I mean, it definitely sounded great to me when he gave me the play-by-play.” He pauses for a moment, and when he speaks again, there’s a new tone to his voice, almost aggressive. “Straight out of one of my own fantasies, really.”

You take a nervous gulp of your drink in hopes that it might help cool down your burning face— whether it’s from shame or rage, you can’t tell.

“And get this.” Yoongi’s voice is grave now, all pretense of telling a funny story gone as he turns to fully face you. “You’re never gonna believe whose name she cried out when she came. Because it sure wasn’t Kih’s.”

The shock of his words, at the fact that he knows this, is enough to freeze you where you stand. You’re nearly shaking with the chaotic storm of emotions swirling in your brain, and it takes every ounce of willpower you can muster to keep your voice steady as you fix him in your gaze. “I don’t see that it’s any of your business who or how I fuck, Yoongi.”

“Oh, I think it’s absolutely my business when you’re calling them my fucking name. And I don’t understand why you’d settle for imitation when you could have the real thing.” Despite how livid you are, you don’t miss the way your pussy flutters at the smug look on his face.

“Maybe it’s because your friend doesn’t come with all the strings attached that you do.”

“Strings?” He quirks an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on dating you, sweetheart.”

You can’t believe how dense he is, and you slam your drink down on the bar. “No, Yoongi, but you’re my fucking coworker. Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘don’t shit where you eat’?” He chuckles dryly into the rim of his glass. “It’s a bad fucking idea.”

He examines you as he takes a sip of whiskey, then finally speaks again. “Here’s the way I see it. We are both sane, consenting adults, very capable of being rational about this.” You scoff in disbelief at how calmly he can say such a thing as you take another long pull from your drink. “There’s obviously a lot of pent-up feelings going on. I’m not saying we have to be friends. Hell, we don’t even have to like each other. Sometimes it’s more fun when you don’t.”

Not expecting that commentary, you nearly choke on the ice in your glass. Yoongi gives you a moment to recover before continuing.

“It seems to me like we could establish something that would be mutually beneficial. Get some of that energy out. If anything, I think it might help both of us actually focus on our work, and that would in turn benefit everyone. It’d certainly be a lot better than the two of us running around like a couple of horny teenagers the way we have been lately. It’s not a purely selfish thing.”

You hate that his stupid logical argument makes sense to you. You hate it so much that you finish your drink in one swallow.

“Look, I’ll make it easy for you,” he says, eyes locked on you, his voice dropping into a lower register. The tone immediately takes you back to the last time you were in his lab. The things he said to you. The things he wanted to do to you. Heat pools in your belly before you can tell it not to.

“I’m going to head back to the group. You get yourself another drink, come join us, and take some time to think about it.”

He leans in to speak the next part directly into your ear, his voice quiet. Every nerve ending in your body lights up at the feeling of his breath against your neck. “Then I’m going to get up and go to the restroom. I’ll give you three minutes to discreetly excuse yourself and join me. If you don’t show, I’ll drop all of this and leave you alone. Promise.”

Yoongi pulls away, shooting you that trademark smirk, knowing full well that he doesn’t have to explain what will happen if you do decide to join him. He already has. Then he slips off the barstool, glass of whiskey in hand, and strides back towards the table.

When you order the next round, you ask for a double.

You do your best to act like the world isn’t ending as you return to your seat at the table. The conversation continues around you, without you; you can only stare dumbly at the empty space between two of your coworkers as you take a long swig of your drink. You’re vaguely aware of discussions of upcoming mixtapes and the Grammy’s, but your brain can’t process anything over the roaring in your ears, the pounding of your heartbeat in your gut— and a little lower.

You feel insane, enraged, and deliriously aroused.

You have no concept of how quickly time is passing, no clue if it’s been an instant or an hour when you see movement from the other end of the table out of the corner of your eye. There’s no self-control left in your system to keep your jaw from going slack, to keep you from unabashedly watching as Yoongi gets up from the table and strides confidently across the bar toward the restroom. He doesn’t so much as glance in your direction.

“Are you alright?”

You whip around at Jungkook’s voice, having completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room. It takes a second for you to snap your mouth shut, and then you realize you have to open it to answer his question.

“I— uh—” You can barely string a sentence together. “My drink is really strong.”

“Do you need some water?”

When you nod, he’s up in a flash, heading towards the bar, and you realize as you watch him disappear that it might have been a bad idea to let yourself be left alone. Because now you have no distraction from the way every cell in your body is screaming at you.

It’s obvious that there is a right choice and a wrong choice here. And you’ve tried so hard, for so long, to be smart. To deny the truth, to say no and go home, to channel the energy out in any other way. But none of it has worked. You still want this terrible man to do terrible things to you, maybe now more than ever. And you’re so fucking tired of making the right choice.

So tonight, you resolve with a final sip of your drink, you’ll make the wrong one. Fuck it.

You slip away from the table before Jungkook returns, following the same path Yoongi did towards the back of the bar. When you reach for the handle of the restroom door, your pulse is racing, enough that you nearly jump out of your skin when the door swings open before you can even touch it. You glance up to find yourself face-to-face with an equally shocked looking Yoongi.

“Your three minutes are up,” he says dryly. Rather than bother with a response, you bring your hand to his chest and firmly shove him back inside the single stall room. You hear him laugh a little as you follow after, pulling the knob and turning the lock into place behind you.

When he takes a step toward you, there’s nowhere for you to go except flush against the door. You watch his eyes drop down your body and back up, taking his time, shameless. His gaze lingers on your mouth.

“Didn’t think you’d really do it,” he murmurs, eyes glinting.

“Call it a lapse in judgment.”

There’s something about the situation that makes you feel like Yoongi has the upper hand— like he expects every part of this to go according to his plan. That, you decide, simply will not do. And then you drop to your knees in front of him.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi breathes, taking a small step back to give you room. “You’re a whore.”

You do your best to shoot a death glare up at him. “I don’t have to do this.”

He smirks. “I meant it as a compliment, honestly. Respectfully.”

That’s it. You’re determined to suck that smug fucking look off his face. “Hands to yourself,” you say firmly. “If you touch me, this all ends.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be giving any orders. But then he nods, raising both hands in the air as if to indicate compliance. You lower your gaze and realize he’s already straining against the fabric of his joggers, which do nothing to hide how hard he is, the thin material clinging to every inch.

In one swift motion, you tug both his pants and boxers down his hips, and you have to actively suppress a soft sigh of appreciation. Yoongi’s ego doesn’t need any more feeding, but damn, his dick is even better up close: long, pale, and pretty.

Glancing back up at him, you maintain eye contact as you lean forward to teasingly trace your tongue along one of the prominent veins that runs the length of his shaft. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches you. Despite being on your knees, a thrill of sheer power runs through you when you see him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple jerking in his throat.

It occurs to you that you are extremely ready to torture this man.

When you reach the tip, you just barely slide your lips over it in an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, your tongue swirling in sloppy circles. You can hear Yoongi breathing now, clearly trying and failing to suppress his shaky exhales at your work.

Tilting your head to find the right angle, you take more of him into your mouth, then bring a hand to his shaft to guide the head of his dick to one side. You don’t miss the quiet groan you elicit from him as you let him press against the soft wall of your cheek to create a bulge. He makes the same sound again, louder, when you rub your tongue firmly along the underside of his shaft while you do it.

His hips jerk under your touch as you start to move the hand wrapped around him in slow, deliberate strokes. You recenter him in your mouth and bob your head along his length in time, now sucking firmly. Yoongi’s breath catches on a moan as you keep your tongue pressed tight to his shaft and match the movement of your head to the deliciously slow pace of your hand.

The sound only encourages you, and you lean forward to take even more of him until his cock briefly brushes against the back of your throat. You hold him there for a second, then swallow.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses. You can feel him twitch a little in your mouth, taste it as he leaks precum onto your tongue. You tip back for a few more shallow thrusts, just tormenting him, then repeat the action, humming this time as he hits your throat. His knees nearly buckle.

You glance up at Yoongi as you pull back again, lashes fluttering, and you have to keep yourself from laughing around his cock at the look of pure distress on his face. Now that you’re watching him, you realize his hands are flexing desperately at his sides— it’s clearly taking everything in his power to follow your no touching policy.

Good, you think, and then you lean forward to swallow him down and keep him there, taking as much as you can until your nose is nearly flush with his pelvis. You bob your head, guiding him up and down your throat, choking slightly but too determined to stop even as your eyes start to water.

“Oh my god,” you hear him groan, and your eyebrows raise at the sound of a loud smack. When you look up, still working him in your throat, you realize that he’s helplessly banged a fist on the bathroom door and is now bracing himself against it. You watch as he rakes his other hand through his hair, his head tipping back with a gasp as you increase your pace in response. His hips shudder as he starts to buck softly into your mouth. “Y-yeah, keep doing that, oh fuck, fuck—”

At what feels like the last possible second, you pull off his cock with a soft, wet pop, swallowing down the precum in your mouth. You wipe at the corners of your lips before getting to your feet, legs shaking a little more than you’d like from how long you’ve been on your knees. As you meet his gaze, now at eye-level, it seems you’ve certainly achieved your mission: Yoongi’s usual smug appearance has been replaced with a look of frustrated desperation, courtesy of one denied orgasm.

“Why should I let you get off that easy?” You ask simply, and he makes a noise low in his throat, something between a groan and a laugh.

“Fuck, you are such a bitch.” He advances towards you, and you find yourself backing up, this time until your ass is pressed against the countertop of the bathroom sink. He’s staring at your mouth again, looking at it with what seems to be a little more reverence now that he knows what it’s capable of.

“Am I allowed to touch you yet?” His voice is so low, his mouth so close to yours, that it makes your core ache. The noises you sucked out of him have unfortunately only turned you on even more. “Or are you going to make me beg?”

As much as you’d love to see that, the desperate throb that’s been steadily building between your legs has now overtaken your desire to tease. “Yes, Yoongi, you can touch me.”

The words have barely left your mouth and his hands are already on your hips, firmly spinning you around. You have to clutch the edge of the countertop just to stay upright, but you only feel yourself getting that much wetter at the rough way he handles you. You shiver as he shoves the hem of your dress up to expose your ass, and you can’t help yourself, leaning forward to give him the best possible angle, too desperate for anything less.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathes, and you’d swear he almost sounds appreciative.

You don’t even have time to process that thought before his hand cracks down over your ass, so hard that it nearly knocks all the breath out of your lungs. You inhale a shaky gasp, your mind reeling in its attempt to catch up, but Yoongi is already pulling your panties to the side, perfect fingers sliding between your folds. There’s no hiding how drenched you are; your upper thighs are starting to stick together with arousal.

Without warning, he presses two fingers firmly into you, and it’s enough to make your jaw go slack. You outright moan when they find purchase against your g-spot, rubbing in tight, expert circles. He could make you come right now if he wanted to.

“You’re so wet for me,” Yoongi’s voice is low and smug, and you don’t need to see his expression to know that cocky smirk has returned to his face. “Been ready for it all night, huh?” You whimper a noise that isn’t disagreement.

“Good,” he says firmly, pairing the word with another smack to your ass. You’re too far gone to try and hold it back now, not with the way his fingers are working inside you, and you moan again. “Because we can’t take too long,” Yoongi continues. “Don’t want anyone getting suspicious. Which is really a damn shame, because there’s so much I want to do to you.”

When he smacks your ass one more time, even harder, and couples it with an insistent press of his fingers against your front wall, you have to grip the edge of the sink for dear life. Your cunt squeezes around him; the noise you make is practically a sob.

He huffs a laugh as he withdraws his fingers, and you glance up to see him retrieving a condom from his pocket and tearing it open. “Wrecked already? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You try to compose yourself, but just watching the way his hands work as he rolls the condom over his leaking cock has you aching, clenching around nothing. You really are fucking wrecked— nothing has ever come close to this.

Yoongi’s hands come to your hips, pads of his fingers digging into your skin, and you feel the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding lazily through your folds but purposefully not pressing into you.

“Yoongi,” you whine. You’re too far gone for this teasing.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he says, his voice dark.

You can barely even think a sentence, and you try to push back on him instead, but he keeps you held firmly in place, hands squeezing into the flesh of your hips. “Tell me,” he insists.

“I want you to fuck me,” you manage, and you look up to meet his gaze in the bathroom mirror.

He licks his lips, and you realize that he’s having just as hard a time restraining himself. “That much is obvious,” he says, and you can hear the unsteadiness in his voice now. “How would you like to get fucked?”

You’ve had enough alcohol to brazenly tell the truth. “Like you hate me.”

It may be the first genuine smile of his you’ve ever seen.

“Gladly,” he replies, and then he thrusts all of himself into you at once. You collapse forward on the countertop, crying out at the feeling.

“Yeah,” Yoongi grunts, a little breathless. “You like that?” He pulls nearly all the way out and slams into you one more time, pressing his hips flush with your ass until you feel overwhelmingly full. Then he starts to properly thrust, moving at a pace that can only be described as ruthless.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your head dropping down as you scramble to brace yourself against the counter. You practically yelp when his hand cracks over your ass again.

He leans forward; you can feel his chest graze over your back, his hips still snapping into you as he grabs your jaw with one hand and forces your gaze up to look at him in the mirror again. You watch as he runs two fingers along your bottom lip in an unasked question. You let your jaw go slack to allow him to slip into your mouth.

When your lips close around his fingers, you find yourself a little grateful to have something to keep you grounded to reality. Your eyes flit up to Yoongi’s face, and his gaze is piercing, eyes totally fixed on you.

“You look so good like this.” His voice is hoarse, strained from effort, and he continues to drive into you, never slowing. Your own hip bones dig into the bathroom counter, shocks of pleasure-pain rippling through you with each thrust. Little moans and whimpers spill out from your mouth around his fingers at the sensation, and you can feel your climax starting to build.

Yoongi withdraws from your mouth, that same hand moving down your body to slip into your panties and circle your clit, earning a gasp from you. His other hand keeps a death grip on your hip as he thrusts, and he straightens up again, the head of his cock now rubbing so perfectly over your g-spot that you hiss.

“Did Kihyun fuck you like this?”

The question catches you off-guard. “N-no,” you gasp, and the hot coil of your arousal tightens in your core. Yoongi’s cock stroking into you, his hand working your clit, the feeling is overwhelming, dizzying. “Oh, god.” Your head presses into your forearm as you give yourself over to the pleasure. You can only distantly hear Yoongi’s voice continue, somewhere between coaxing and demanding.

“I didn’t fucking think so. So why don’t you say it? Tell me who fucks you right. Tell me who you fucking hate.”

The fingers on your clit are unrelenting now, and your edge approaches fast and hard.

“Y-Yoongi,” you breathe, and it feels too good to say his name and mean it. “Yoongi, fuck, Yoongi.” A loud moan rips through you as your legs start to shake. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, “I’m coming, fuck, yes—” You nearly sob as your climax hits you hard, and your walls flutter around Yoongi’s cock over and over in what feels like an endless orgasm.

The pleasure rolls through you, and you look up in the mirror to see Yoongi grit his teeth as he picks up the pace of his hips. A look of desperation paints his face, not unlike the way he looked when you were blowing him, and you know he must be close.

“God fucking damnit,” he grunts, each word punctuated with a thrust, and then he tips his head back and pushes all the way into you with a moan as he comes.

For a moment he pauses like that, gazing up at the ceiling, chest heaving with effort as his dick twitches inside of you. “Holy shit,” he breathes, and then he starts to laugh softly in what appears to be disbelief. “Fuuuuck.”

You haven’t fully recovered, so you can only watch, still gripping the countertop for dear life, as he slips the condom off, chucks it into the trash can, and pulls his boxers and pants up. He gives his reflection a once-over in the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and you’re amazed at how quickly he’s put himself back together. The only indication that he was literally just railing you is the way he’s breathing heavily.

Yoongi notices you watching him and gives your ass one more firm slap, hard enough that you flinch a little.

“Wait a minute or two before you head out,” he instructs, and you nod dumbly. He crosses the room, opens the door, and slips out, all before you can even so much as think a coherent thought.

It takes several more minutes for you to get your shit together, but you eventually manage to readjust your underwear and smooth your dress down, though your legs are certainly still unsteady when you make your way back to the table. You can’t help but shoot a glance over at Yoongi as you pass, and you’re shocked to see him laughing and chatting it up with the group of coworkers seated around him. You see clear expressions of surprise on their faces, too— because he’s never like this. Except, apparently, mere minutes after fucking you.

You don’t even bother to sit down, instead grabbing your purse off the table and slinging the straps over your shoulder.

“Wow, there you are,” Jungkook’s voice drags you out of your thoughts, and the look of concern on his face just makes your stomach turn. You genuinely have no idea how long you were gone for. “Are you okay? Your face looks flushed.”

You don’t know how to answer his question, so you don't. “I think I’m gonna go home.”

“Do you need a ride?”

You shake your head quickly. “I’ll call a friend.”

Perched on the curb outside, you clutch your phone for dear life as you pull up Jimin’s contact to call him. The line rings and you realize you’re shivering; you don’t think it has anything to do with the weather.

You don’t even give him a chance to say hello when the call connects. “Can you come get me?”

He groans on the other end of the line. “Why? I already took my pants off for the night.”

“Baby mochi, please.” You whine, but you know only the full explanation will get him out of bed. You drop your voice a little. “I just hatefucked Suga in the bathroom at the company happy hour. I need you to come pick me up immediately.”

Jimin’s apartment is a ten minute drive away, but you swear he makes it in five.

“Well, well, well,” Your best friend’s voice is smug as you slide into his passenger seat. “If it isn’t the company whore.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jimin.”

~*~

Come Monday morning, you’re racing down the hallway to the conference room, quietly cursing yourself for being late. You’d seen the email from your boss moving the usual Tuesday pull-up to first-thing Monday, but then you’d gotten so tied up with other projects you’d forgotten about it entirely. It was only once you were in the break room, trying to get your caffeine fix in, that you’d glanced up at the wall clock and realized it was already ten after.

Focused as you are on getting to the meeting quickly— and just as importantly, not spilling any of your coffee— you’re completely unaware of your surroundings until it’s too late. You nearly smack directly into Yoongi as you approach the conference room simultaneously.

He smirks as you jump back in surprise. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

It’s the first time you’ve seen him since Friday; you’ve been hiding out in Baby Star Candy’s corner all morning. “We’re late,” you say, flustered enough to state the obvious, and he shrugs like he can’t disagree.

“I got distracted.”

Yoongi must notice the way your eyes start to widen. “With work,” he clarifies quickly. He reaches around you to place a hand on the conference room door, and you hear his voice low in your ear. “Amazing how much easier it is to focus today, huh?”

Straightening up to put some space between you, he pushes the door open and gestures for you to go first. You swallow hard and try to keep your composure as you enter the room, briefly apologizing for being late. Yoongi follows behind you silently, slumping into the open seat across the table. You take a sip of your coffee to settle your nerves, which turns out to be a horrible idea when your boss speaks.

“There they are, perfect timing. You’re the very two people my next announcement concerns.”

You just barely manage to keep your drink in your mouth. When your gaze flits to Yoongi across from you, he looks similarly shell-shocked. You can’t help but wonder if you’re about to get fired in front of the entire team.

“We’ve managed to secure funding for the Grammy’s at the end of the month,” your boss says brightly. “We’ll be flying Suga out to do a press circuit as well as attend the award show and surrounding events in-person. We think it will be a great opportunity to network with American artists, try to get his name out there and work on our international appeal.”

“And of course,” your boss’ gaze lands on you, “we all know that our Suga isn’t the most extroverted, or good with schedules, for that matter. We figured he needs a wrangler, and who better than our very own admin?”

You swear your heart stops beating. Your boss keeps going, reminding the team to connect with you about temporarily taking back any deliverables you’ve been handling while you’ll be out of pocket for Grammy’s weekend and subsequent travel time, but you barely process a word. This can’t be happening.

An entire weekend of forced professionalism, in Los Angeles, with the man you just hatefucked in a bathroom. What could possibly go wrong?

chapter four | masterlist | chapter six

#yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #look down on me like that

[fookinavocadosman]

episode 7: missing piece {HS}

secrets are revealed, questions are asked and redemption is on the line

warnings: slight panic attack 

word count: 1.8k

The morning rolls around and I wake up with a smile on my face. I feel like Harry and I grew closer last night after he helped me fall asleep. I feel rested and content. We start our day like every other day hanging out and soaking up the sun. 

If I’m going to be honest, the routine is starting to get repetitive and I’m just dying to go to a real party where I can get hammered with my friends. Around noon we get summoned to the cabana where Lana greets us. 

“Hello. There have been some breaches of the rules.” She announces and we all sigh ready to hear the damage. I know Harry and I have been caught red-handed so I try to push down the anxiety radiating through my body. 

“Brooke and Luke.” Brooke sighs sitting up straighter as Lana continues. 

“As a result of your kiss $3000 has been deducted from the prize fund.” 

“Sorry guys.” Brooke says and we all mumble forgiving her. 

“Also, Michael and Kenzie. Last night’s breach of the rules has cost the prize fund $3000.” Lana doesn’t say anything else and I lean back into Harry. He places a kiss on my head as I wait for the other shoe to drop. 

“Riley. You were tested by being asked on a date with Luke, but you demonstrated growth and restraint but not accepting the invitation, congratulations.” We all clap for Riley as Niall hugs her closer and I smile at the two who worked through the slight rough patch. I start feeling more at ease thinking maybe Lana’s not going to say anything and we all start to celebrate about our growth until Lana interrupts us. 

“Finally, last night there was another breach of the rules.” Everyone voices their confusion and I know that we’re done. 

“$4000 has been deducted from the prize fund.” I bring my knees to my chest drawing Ava’s attention to me and she drops her jaw pointing her finger at me. 

“Y/N! What did you do?” She asks me and I drop my head knowing the other shoe has dropped. 

“I couldn’t sleep and one thing led to another and uh, Harry helped me sleep.” I mumble a very poor excuse and everyone sighs shaking their heads. 

“The prize fund now stands at $43,000.” Lana finishes and I just want the ground to swallow me whole. Ava pulls me away from the group to talk to me alone. 

“Y/N what's going on? You guys were doing so well and we only have a couple of days left here.” She asks me about it and I shrug my shoulders. 

“I don't know, I wasn't thinking. All that was on my mind was that I was horny and Harry just helped me. I know it sucks that we cost the group money but fuck, at this point I like him too much to not give in to him.” I rant to her and she sits down pulling me down next to her. 

“I need you to answer this honestly.” Ava begins and I look up, connecting our eyes. 

“Are you falling for him?” She asks me and I freeze. My mind runs rampant as I go through every interaction with him and realize I am. 

I’m falling for Harry. 

“No no, I can’t be. I barely know him.” I try to convince myself, shaking my head and Ava’s grip tightens on my hand as my breathing speeds up. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, this is a good thing. I know it’s terrifying, but this is good for you.” She tries to reassure me and I try to even out my breath when I hear the commotion of everyone moving around. 

“Fuck Ava. What should I do?” I ask her and she looks down solemnly. 

“That’s for you to decide. But if it’s worth anything I think you and Harry have something amazing so let the fall happen.” She comforts me and I nod calming down. 

Ava and I eventually leave, Harry catching up to me to make sure I’m okay. I nod telling him that we just had a heart-to-heart and Harry nods not pushing any further. The day continues and Harry steals me away from Riley and Sage taking me to the grass area by the beach. Harry and I lay down on the grass cuddling each other while soaking in the sunset. 

“It’s amazing how far we’ve come.” Harry mumbles after a while of silence and I hum in agreement. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something serious.” He says and I sit up to look at him. Worry washes over me as he sits up looking at me. His hands grab mine and I look down as his thumb runs over my knuckles. 

“The retreat is ending and we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing once we leave.” He starts and I let out a shaky breath nodding. 

“But I don’t want to lose you Y/N. I want to keep seeing you once this is done. I want to be with you.” He finishes and I look up at him, connecting with his eyes. He lets out a long breath before taking a sharp one in as he stares at me. 

“Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?” He asks and at this moment, I let myself fall completely. I smile at him nodding my head as I throw myself into his arms. 

“Yes! Of course.” I beam and he wraps his arms around me as I knock him over with the force from my body hitting his. He laughs, kissing my head and I soak in the moment. Everything has gone right. The mistakes and worries are gone and I feel happy. A flash of green along with a ding breaks us apart for a second and I rest my forehead on his as we soak in each other's smiles. 

“My beautiful girlfriend. May I kiss you?” Harry asks and I respond by tilting my head to the side and enveloping his lips in mine. His hand comes up to my face grasping it as he takes control of the kiss and I smile into the kiss breaking it. He lets out a soft laugh pressing one more kiss to my lips before pulling away tilting his head back. 

“I’m so happy I found you.” Harry whispers and I smile whispering back. 

“Ditto.”

Later that night we’re all told to dress in white and we head out to the cabana with drinks in our hands. We party together as one and I soak up the smiles and laughs ringing out from everyone. We all dance and sing until Lana dings interrupting us. Harry pulls me into his side rocking us back and forth as Lana speaks. 

“The process is almost over and tonight I would like to reward all of your hard work by giving you the chance to win back money.” We all cheer Louis starts jumping in the air and we are all absolutely shocked but smiles line our faces. 

“However,” Lana continues and we all groan knowing there had to be a catch. 

“The fate of the group lies in the hands of two people. Harry and Y/N. You two have broken the rules more than anybody else. Now you have the chance to make amends. Your challenge is to spend a night in the private suite with no physical contact at all.” Our jaws drop and everyone else shares the same reaction. 

“We’re fucked aren’t we?” Sage jokes and I let out a sigh. 

“If the test is passed all the money Harry and Y/N have lost will be returned to the prize fund.” Lana announces and I immediately feel all the pressure on my shoulders. Harry and I walk away to the private suite and I’m shaking with nerves. If we fuck up at all everyone will be pissed off. This is the ultimate test for us. I open the door and sit on the bed letting myself be consumed by my thoughts. 

“Baby, stop freaking out, we'll be fine.” Harry tries to reassure me sitting in a chair by the bed. 

“I know we can do it, I'm just scared. Like what if we accidentally touch or something and fuck everything up it’s just a lot of pressure.” I rant to Harry and he nods in agreement. 

“I understand, we will be fine. I’ll take the floor tonight so we don’t even risk touching when we go to sleep. I promise everything will be okay.” Harry finishes and I nod my head, taking in a breath. 

“We’re going to be fine. Everything is going to be okay.” I reassure myself and Harry smiles as I stand up. 

“Okay, we can do this, let's just pretend it’s a normal night just stay like 6 feet away from me.” I smile at him and he nods standing up. 

“Alright. So on this totally normal night, I’d be starting a bath for you so you can relax and release a bit of that anxiety.” Harry smiles at me heading into the bathroom and I follow him as he fills the tub. He puts bubbles in the bath and once it’s filled he moves away standing in the doorway. I begin to remove my dress and I’m left in just my bra and panties when I hear a groan come from Harry. 

“What?” I chuckle at him and he moves into the bedroom. 

“You’re just too beautiful that I will not be able to resist touching you if I keep watching you.” He yells out from the bedroom and I laugh taking off my bra and underwear. I walk to the doorway seeing him facedown on the bed and I smirk. 

“You mean like this?” I question him and he perks his head up seeing me before flopping back down. 

“Go away you minx.” He mumbles into the comforter and I laugh, turning away and getting into the bath. I let out a pleased sigh as the warm water engulfs my body and soon I hear the bed creak. 

Harry appears in the doorway before sitting down and leaning against the wall. We make small conversation and when the water gets cold he throws a towel to me with his shirt and I change into it before climbing into bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay on the ground?” I ask him as I lean over the bed to see his face. 

“Of course, love, don’t want to risk anything.” He smiles adjusting the pillow under his head and pulling up the extra blanket we found. I lie down staring at Harry and we continue to talk until I can barely form responses from how tired I am. 

“Good night my love.” Harry whispers and that’s the last thing I hear before sleep takes over me.

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[murderoushagthesequel]

I'm Sad

ok this may be a bit of projection but shhhhh. and thanks for @where-is-vivian for helping me with reg's name for james :)

"I'm sad," he hears, soft and barely audible. But Regulus has learned to always listen. He stops typing and turns around to see James slouched on the side of the bed. What Regulus wouldn't give to be able to take the sadness away from James every time it shows it's bitter head, and see it never return. But he can't. All he can do is be there for him.

He closes his laptop and softly walks over to the bed, kneeling in front of James. He puts one hand on either one of James' knees and looks up at him.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asks, and James shakes his head. Regulus can see the sadness and the guilt swimming in James' eyes. He can almost hear his thoughts, but he pushes them away. "Do you want to just lie down?" James nods. Regulus helps him swing his legs up onto the bed and lays down beside him. He guides his head to his chest and combs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry," James whispers. Regulus' heart breaks. He doesn't know who made this lovely man believe that his emotions are a burden, but he'd quite like to cut their head off.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, mon cœur," Regulus whispers into James's hair. Then James chokes and hot tears fall onto Regulus' chest. James clings to Regulus tightly and his body shakes as he cries. Regulus just holds him, and hums a soft tune to calm him down.

"Don't say that," James chokes. Regulus furrows his eyebrows, trying to figure out what he did wrong. He thought he was helping. Did he just make James cry? Before he can spiral any further, James continues. "Don't call me your heart. Look at me. Don't make your heart damaged and broken, too." And fuck, if that isn't the saddest thing James has ever said to him.

"James," Regulus says with a sad smile. He tries to lift James' head to look at him, but he doesn't budge, so Regulus returns to running his hands through his hair. "I love you," he says. "I love you, and that means I love every part of you, no matter how you're feeling. You are my heart. I'm so consumed by you, I couldn't live without you. I used to think there was no hope of my heart ever being full, but you proved me wrong, James." James lets out a strangled noise. "You proved me wrong." James doesn't say anything else for a while. Regulus understands.

"I don't think I can do anything else today," he eventually says.

"And that's okay," Regulus reassures. "It's alright, I've got you." They stay there for hours. Neither of them know how much time passes, but it's unimportant. James is sad, and Regulus will always hold him through it.

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[a-strange-inkling]

Trimmings (pt 2)

Amber works for about fifteen to twenty minutes clipping away diligently. The sound of the scissors opening and closing around his split strands like a slice to the meaty flesh of his heart. He keeps wincing so much that she eventually spins the chair around so he can’t see himself. It doesn’t matter, he can still see his dark hair piling up on the white tile below.

It’s a lot.

“Okay, honey, that’s all the burnt ends,” she tells him. “I’m going to give it a wash and see what can be salvaged, okay?”

“…Mmkay.” he answers numbly, eyes round and vacant.

“Hey dude,” Gareth says from where he’s bouncing the baby on his heels. “She’s real quiet, I think she fell back asleep.”

Eddie blinks himself out of the void, glancing over at them, smiling a little when he sees his baby daughter slumped forward in the front pack, snoozing peacefully. His girl really does love her sleep. “Yeah, she’s out.”

“What do I do?” he asks.

“She can sleep in there if you sit back somewhere so her head’s propped up,” he instructs.

“You can sit with her in my office if you want, Gare Bear.” Amber tells him as she turns the water of the shampoo bowl on. “Got a nice comfy chair in there.”

“Oh, that’d be great Ambie, my legs are killing me.” he replies as she pulls back the bead curtain for him, giving her a quick smooch in passing. She then turns Eddie’s chair around and relines it back at a one hundred and fifty degree angle, wetting his hair with the sprayer. This is usually a pleasant experience for him when he goes in for his occasional trim, but he remains stiff as a board, the water amplifying that awful burnt smell that’s lingering all over him. He can tell that at least four inches are gone already as she scrubs the shampoo into his scalp. He can feel it.

“Alright, honey, real talk,” she says, rinsing out the suds before slowly sitting him back up straight. “I’ve had to take off a good hunk already, and if we’re going to even it out, I’ll have to take off even more and...”

“It’s bad isn’t it?” he asks dully as she dries his hair vigorously with a towel. “Just give it to me straight.”

“Well,” she sucks in air through her teeth, turning him around again as she pulls the towel away so he can assess for himself in the mirror. She has it evened out to the best of her ability up to his ears, with a little more length in the back. He looks like a fucking page boy. “I mean, we could do a lot of layering here and it wouldn’t be too bad, but the thing is, there’s still some heat damage, and I’m afraid if we leave it… you’re going to have trouble growing it out as long as you had it before.”

He squints at her reflection for a long while, finally heaving a long sigh. “…You think that I should just cut it down and start over, don’t you?”

“Sorry, honey, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear and I know how you rocker boys love your long wild hair,” she sympathizes. “But it’s probably what’s best for it in the long run.”

He swallows thickly before resigning himself with a short nod, eyes misting over. He already sensed that this was going to be the case on the ride over… and well he really doesn't want to be stuck at this Amish boy bowl cut length forever. “Alright, okay…” He inhales sharp and deep. “...just do it.”

…

One look at him and Gareth is laughing so hard that he’s wheezing at an unnatural pitch, pointing at him from across the room. “Oh. My. God.”

Eddie deadpans, watching his drummer fall back against the desk chair, struggling to breathe. Olivia’s awake from her catnap, looking quite confused about her whereabouts and her Uncle Gareth’s sudden fit of hysterics. She looks up and around to try to see what all the fuss is about.

“Dude!” he barely manages to say between his short breaths. “Holy fuck!”

“Stop.” Eddie warns darkly.

“Gare Bear!” Amber admonishes in disbelief. “Be nice! He looks great! It’s hard to lose such long gorgeous curls like that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Gareth tries to calm himself, hooting softly, only to break down all over again, louder than before. “I’m sorry, I can’t even look at you… all you need is a fucking sweater vest and khakis!”

Eddie locks his jaw, heat crawling up the back of his neck. He can’t bring himself to look in the mirror again, but he knows he looks ridiculous.

“Don’t listen to him, honey.” Amber says up to him, patting his shoulder in defense. “I know it was a bummer today, but you still look so handsome!”

“...What time’s the frat party on Saturday, bro?” Gareth asks. “Will you have time to make it after your polo match?”

“Man, you’re really pushing it.”

“Why are you laughing at the cut, Gare?” Amber asks with a frown, putting her fists on her hips. “Do you think that I didn’t do a good job or something?”

“No, baby! No way, you did great!” Gareth assures quickly. “I mean, look at him, he’s so...” His voice cracks right open. “Pretty.”

“That’s it! Give me my baby back so I can kill you.” Eddie quips angrily, stomping forward and reaching for his daughter. Gareth helps him unstrap her from the front pack, still giggling merrily, his amusement apparently worth an ass kicking.

“Let me touch it,” he whispers in awe, reaching up to feel the thicker curls on top that Amber put some product in for texture.

“If you touch me, I will rip your dick off.” he vows under his breath.

“Please,” Gareth begs, fingers curling. “Just once.”

“No.” Eddie seethes.

He pouts in disappointment, but drops his hand. “Jimmy better watch out, you might be the prettiest one in the band now.” Gareth points out, catching his breath. “God it’s been so long…Has your forehead always been so big?”

“Keep going while you still have vocal chords, Gare Bear.” Eddie gives him a venomous smile, lifting his four-month-old up into his arms. “Hey princess, ready to go home?”

Olivia focuses on him with her giant baby cow eyes, blinking twice before suddenly breaking into a fit of tears, wailing in fear.

Her cry startles him out of his skin, the sound puncturing him right through his guts when he realizes that she doesn’t recognize him.

“Oh no! Bug, no, no, no, it’s okay! It’s okay!” he assures her softly, holding her up under her arms, leveling their faces. “Look, it’s me! It’s Daddy!”

She closes her eyes tight as he tries to kiss her cheeks, shaking her head against him, her lower lip trembling. It’s enough to make him want to wither up and die. “Livvy, look, look, please, it’s me! It’s me!” he pleads, hugging her close and nuzzling her gently with his nose. His touch and voice must calm her a little, her cries fade to little whimpers when she gives him a second look.

“Yeah, see it’s Daddy, it’s just Daddy.”

“Oooahhh…” She coos up at him sadly as if in question, patting his face with her chubby little hands, still very confused. He sounds like Daddy and feels like Daddy, but he doesn’t look like Daddy.

“Aw, she knows, honey, don’t worry.” Amber consoles as she grabs a broom to start sweeping up the remains of his glorious locks.“Just going to take some getting used to, is all.”

…

“The guys aren’t going to believe me.” Gareth is still snickering as he pulls up on the side of the road outside his building.

“Well, they can see for themself next week.” Eddie replies in feigned delight. “That will just be so great.”

“Aw come on, you know you’d be rolling on the floor if the same thing happened to any of us,” Gareth points out. “I mean you look good, Amber did a great job given the circumstances… you’re lucky you can pull off both.”

“Yeah, sure.” he mutters miserably.

“And Chrissy will probably like it.”

Something snaps like dry stick in the back of his head at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks sharply.

“Nothing!” Gareth replies, realizing he just stepped in it. “Just that you know… Chrissy she’s… you know…”

Eddie waits, eyes fixed on him threateningly. “She’s what?”

“I just mean… she’s a clean cut kind of girl, so she’ll probably, you know, not hate it.” he points out, shrinking beneath the weight of his dark and ominous gaze. “And…I-I’m dead aren’t I?”

“…You’re definitely something.” Eddie replies lowly as his words slithers into the creases of his brain, settling there.

“For real, man, I’m just kidding,” he shifts gears and grows serious, despite his smile. “…you going to be okay?”

Eddie shrugs his shoulders with a roll of his eyes, going for careless, unbothered. “I mean, yeah whatever, it could have been way worse and it will grow back, I guess.”

“Yeah, probably pretty quickly too.” Gareth offers. “And longer.”

“Uh huh,” he sighs, getting out of his seat and grabbing Olivia’s car seat and the baby bag out of the back.

“Hey, you sure you’re good?” Gareth asks him through the window.

“Yeah, yeah, man, I’m fine.” he says back over his shoulder. “Totally fine.”

…

He and Olivia spend the better part of the next hour crying together on the couch.

She usually gets fussy around this time of day anyway, wanting her mother and to be nursed. She takes a bottle fine, but sometimes she’s just not keen on it. Eddie can’t blame her, lifeless silicone can’t possibly compare to the soft comfort of Chrissy’s warm breasts.

It doesn’t help that she's still uncertain about him.

“I know, baby girl, I know…” he laments, cradling her in front of him along his knees as she continues to cry in an almost pleading tone.

“Ooooo.” she hoots out. “Ooo hoo hoo hoo.”

“You’re probably wondering what happened to your cool dad and who the hell this lame, preppy dweeb is.” he wheezes, straining his eyes against the tears as he sobs. “It’s so bad, Olivia.”

He straightens when he hears the front door open and close, followed by a short intake of breath and the sound of keys hitting the floor.

He glances up quickly over his shoulder only to jump out of his skin when he sees his tiny one hundred and eighteen pound wife standing over him, wielding an ice scraper high above her head, ready to swing.

They both let out a scream in surprise.

“AHH! NO! CHRISSY! IT’S JUST ME!” he shouts, pulling Livvy up to his chest as he ducks down low, raising a hand.

Chrissy freezes. “Eddie! What…?”

“It’s me!” he cries, peeking up at her as he slowly unfurls. “Jesus Christ, Christina! It’s me!”

“Oh my God! You scared me!” she gasps, lowering her weapon as her hand grips her chest.

“I scared you!?” he asks incredulously, exchanging a look with Olivia, who is now stunned quiet from all the noise. Eyes huge.

“I thought—I thought someone broke in and was stealing the baby!”

“Well, it’s good to know you’re prepared to straight up decapitate break-ins!” he exclaims.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie...I had no idea…” she breathes, taking him in as she slips off her coat and boots, slowly approaching him in disbelief. “What on earth did you—When—Why did you—Your hair!?”

His face crumbles.

“Oh, baby!” she coos, moving around the couch to his side. “What happened?”

“No, don’t look at me.” he whimpers, drawing her close with one arm, hiding his face in her stomach, while he holds Olivia to sit on his lap with the other. Chrissy staggers forward at his pulling, placing a hand on his head.

“I had to cut it all off or it wouldn’t grow baa-ha-ha-hack.” he explains woefully into the fabric of her sweater. “And Livvy doesn’t even know who I am and I look horrible and Gareth laughed at me and all the other guys are going to laugh at me and the whole aesthetic is ruined! No one is ever going to take me seriously in the metal scene ever again! I’ll never be able to play music! It’s all over! The dream is dead!”

“…You don’t look horrible.” He feels her run her fingers through what’s left of his hair consolingly, nails gently scratching his scalp.

“Don’t lie to me just because you love me!” he retorts vehemently.

“I’m not lying,” she promises soothingly, tugging him back gently, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. “It’s different, but it’s kind of nice...I can see your whole face.” She smiles as she strokes his jaw lovingly, making it very hard for him to pout and be immature about it, so he instead buries back into her. “…Why did you need to cut it in the first place?”

Oh, yeah… that. He peeks up at her hesitantly, his dark eyes huge and shaky, before quickly hiding again.

“Eddie?” she repeats a little more firmly. “Why did you need to cut it?”

“Okay, okay, before I tell you,” he stands up, holding Olivia out to her. The baby immediately reaches out for her mother, squealing excitedly. “I need you to take this,” Chrissy smiles, accepting the offering happily, covering her plushy cheeks with warm kisses. “This perfect angel child,” he runs a hand over their daughter's soft dark hair. “That we made out of our love for one another.” he reminds her intently.

She seems to be catching on that she isn’t going to like with what she hears next. “Okay, yes… now tell me what happened,” she insists as Livvy melts against her, resting her head snuggly against her chest, giving Eddie curious side glances. “What did you do?”

“Okay, so at rehearsal…we’ve been talking about having some new effects for the gig on Saturday for a while now… and Jimmy brought in some of the equipment for these effects, you know, to test out.”

She narrows her eyes immediately, her lips pressing together. “What kind of effects?”

“I just want to point out that no one got hurt, physically speaking…”

“What kind of effects, Eddie?” she repeats through her teeth.

“Various stuff, you know, lighting, smoke, and… pyrotechnics.” he mutters the last part quietly under his breath.

“What was that?” she asks, eyes flashing.

“Pyrotechnics.” He winces, clenching his teeth.

“Edward Robert Munson!”

Oh wow, the full name. Not just ‘Edward’ or the next level up; ‘Edward Robert’, but the actual full trifecta.

He’s dead.

“Yeah… so um… long story short, a faulty flame projector went off and my hair caught on fire while I was on stage.” He starts backing away with his hands up.

“Are you serious!? You caught on fire!?” She follows after him angrily, but then remembers she’s holding the baby and pauses. She looks down at Olivia and then back up at him, realizing why he passed her off.

“Smart tactic.” she admits.

“Thanks,” he breathes. “…I swear baby, nobody got hurt…”

“Nobody got… You caught on fire!” she says again incredulously. “Eddie, are you crazy!? What if it was more than your hair! What if the whole studio caught on fire?” she asks. “Did any of you think about that?”

“No, no not really, the general thought process was pretty much ‘Fire gun? Let me try!’, which by the way, Gareth said Jimmy knew what he was doing and gave him the go ahead…”

She glares darkly.

”So…it’s his fault really, technically speaking!”

“And where was our infant daughter when this happened!?”

“In the sound booth with Randy,” he promises. “Completely safe and nowhere near any fire, I swear.”

She seethes quietly, but seems to be deflating a little as she reaches up to grab his chin, turning it one way and then the other. “And it was just your hair? You didn’t get burned anywhere else?”

“No, I’m okay, promise.” he takes her hand, kissing it tentatively, giving her the big doe eyes he knows she can’t resist.

“Eddie…” She empties her lungs in one exhale. “You’re going to give me a nervous breakdown one of these days.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so, so sorry, it really was a total freak accident and we’re not going to have any fire effects during the show.”

…At least for right now.

He rubs her occupied arms, ducking to kiss her pouty lower lip which she benevolently allows. “Sorry, mmm sorry, I love you, I’m sorry.” He keeps at it until she is smiling and twisting away from him.

“Okay, I get it.”

“Forgive me?” he asks, lifting his hand to hold her in place by the neck, chasing after her lips with a cheeky grin. “Hm, please?”

“Alright, okay, yes!” she giggles, just before he recaptures her mouth.

Olivia makes a noise from between them in protest, whimpering softly, gripping onto Chrissy’s sweater.

Eddie pulls away, frowning sadly. “She’s scared of me now.”

“No she’s not,” Chrissy assures him. “She’s just hungry.”

…

Olivia just keeps eyeing him all through dinner and when they begin to get ready for bed.

“Hey pretty girl,” he tries softly when she looks up at him while Chrissy dresses her in her fuzzy pink pajamas as she lays in her bassinet beside their bed.

She sucks on her fist, kicking her legs.

“Do you know me yet?” he asks in a high, soft voice, rubbing her round little tummy. “Huh?”

“Of course she knows you,” Chrissy says as she snaps the line of buttons along the seam of her onesie. “You’re her daddy.”

“Then she really just hates the new haircut.” he muses.

“She does not.”

There’s a bit more kicking and squirming until she suddenly smiles around her fingers, her round eyes crinkling up happily at him.

“Hey!” he beams. “Hey, Livvy! Hi! Yeah! That’s right, it’s me! It’s Daddy!”

“See? I told you she knows!” Chrissy coos as she lifts her up with a wide open smile, handing her to him. She cries out happily, smacking his face lightly with both her gooey hands as he kisses her nose.

“She was probably just sensing your… distress.”

“Or she’s just finally accepted Mommy’s new dork boyfriend that won’t leave.”

“Oh, stop.” Chrissy sighs in exhaustion.

…

After they get Livvy to sleep, they settle into bed for the night.

Eddie leans over and kisses her before switching off the lamp on their bedside table. He shifts under the covers, pausing and looking down when he feels her hand slowly sliding up his arm. He eyes it with a salacious smirk, a single dark brow raising high. “Oh… is this a hand on shoulder kind of night?”

She smiles coyly as she stretches up and presses her mouth to his, kissing him long and slow, gracefully swinging her leg over his waist to straddle him.

He gasps excitedly between the push and pull of her lips, easing down against the pillow beneath her, his hands rising to squeeze her hips. “I think it is!”

“Shhh…” she hushes, holding back a giggle, her palms finding purpose against his chest as she edges down, making him hiss softly. “It won’t be if you wake Livvy up.”

He hums lowly in agreement, grinning against her lips as she gently rocks into him. He moves a hand to the back of her neck, tilting his chin to deepen the searing kiss, lifting his hips high, making her keen softly.

However, when he feels her fingers trail up his neck into his hair, gripping the thicker layer on top, he suddenly stills, thrown off by how strange it feels.

How lacking.

He breaks the kiss, meeting her gaze. “Hey, wait, wait.”

“What?” she breathes. “What’s wrong?”

“Chrissy will probably like it.” Gareth’s comment echoes in the back of his mind.

“…Do you like it like this?” He voices his thoughts aloud.

“Like what?” She tilts her head at him.

Like all the preppy fuckers she goes to school with that always make a pass at her. Like all the guys she grew up surrounded by. Like her ex-boyfriend.

“My hair.” he pants. “Short like this.”

“Eddie…” she sighs tiredly, her forehead falling to his chest. “Oh my God.”

“I mean… you’re awfully giddy.”

She gives him a thoroughly unimpressed look.

“Think carefully… is there a right way for me to answer this question for you?” she asks, locking their eyes. “If I say I don’t you’ll be upset about losing your hair, and if I say I do you’ll be upset that I prefer it short when you prefer it long.”

“I won’t be upset either way, I promise,” he says. “I mean, you’re my wife, I honestly just want to know your preference.”

She doesn’t quite look like she remotely believes him. “Well, I don’t have one.”

“Oh, come on.” he replies. “You have to! The contrast is insane. I look like a whole different person. Our daughter didn’t recognize me. You have to have an opinion!”

“I don’t,” she insists, grabbing his chin, angling him up toward her. “I don’t care what your hair looks like as long as you're attached to it… You’re really overthinking this, baby.”

“…Sorry.” he finally sighs, shaking his head at himself as he meets her lips again. “I’m just really in my own head right now.”

“It was a stressful day.” She reminds him, softening as she sits up on her feet a moment to lift her shirt over her head. She tips back over him as his palms slide up the smooth plane of her back. “But, you’re not hurt, thank God, and it’s going to grow back.”

He nods slowly, closing his eyes and tries to focus on the slip of her warm tongue between his lips… but now she’s not touching his hair at all, instead fisting the fabric of his shirt.

And just like that, more irrational, unprecedented paranoia.

Does she really not like it? Does he look too different? Too much like those cookie cutter yuppies? It’s not like she married any of them.

She married him.

He cuts her off again, hands sliding up to cup her face, gently tugging her back. “But do you um… do you want it to grow back?”

“Eddie.” she whines limply. “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now?”

“I just really need to know if you like it or not!”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Yes it does!”

“Okay, okay, Eddie, fine,” she cries in exasperation. “You caught me, I was only ever attracted to you for your hair, and now that it’s gone, I guess we’re just going to have to wait for it to grow back out to have sex.”

With that, she dismounts him and lays back down beneath the comforter, turning over to her side.

“…Well I mean, let’s not get carried away here.” He whispers hurriedly, following after her, spooning her up against him.

“Too late for that.” she mutters in annoyance, curling up tight when he tries to nuzzle her neck.

“I know, I’m sorry.” he says again into her hair. “I’m being an idiot.”

“Why do you think it would even matter to me?” she asks. “I mean you didn’t even have any hair when we met and I still thought you were the coolest.”

“I don’t know, it’s just throwing me the fuck off…” he murmurs into her shoulder. He probably sounds like a hypocrite right now. He’s always the one reminding her, showing her, how beautiful she is. He’s always been the one comfortable in his skin while she struggles in her own. “I’ve just been growing it out for so long and now it’s like my whole look… identity is gone and… I guess I thought it would throw you off too.”

“I mean, yes,” she sighs, turning and laying on her back to look up at him. “It’s really different, but I still like it… It’s not a more or less thing.”

“Mhm.” he hums halfheartedly.

She caresses his face, moving her thumb along his cheek. “I went through a lot of changes over the last year too and I know there were a few things you appreciated about that.” Her eyes flit down to her fuller, rounder breasts then back up at him, making him flush and avoid her gaze sheepishly.

“…Did you not like them before when they were smaller?” she asks.

Guilt seeps into him at that, remembering all of her physical challenges and insecurities she had to overcome while she was pregnant with Olivia.

He shakes his head. “They’re perfect, they’ve always been perfect.” he mutters a little petulantly. “You’re perfect.”

“Okay, but what about my waist? My hips?” she asks him, placing her hands over his, drawing them along her curves that have become softer, less jagged. “They’re more filled out now, I’ve put on some weight, almost ten pounds.”

“Chrissy…”

“Do you like me better like this?” she asks him.

“Alright, okay,” he surrenders, pressing his forehead against hers. “I get it, I get the point.”

“Good,” she smiles with a little huff. “…Now will you please just kiss me.”

He snorts, unable to fight off his smile as he obliges.

#reposting because t*mblr is very irritating #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #trimmings #ohu #old haunts cinematic universe

[vespertineneon]

I barely see C!sam fluff so uh

Gn/Male reader getting home kinda injuried like dear god how are you alive and sam just trying his best to help them? Maybe injuried because of mobs OR reader is also a hybrid of sorts but certain village sees hybrids as monsters so they attempted to hunt and kill em? Idk-

I’m so in love with this oh my god. Yes yes yes a million times I fucking love this.

A/N: Reader is a Ram hybrid. They have horns (similar to Jshlatts for reference). This is very short, sorry! But I had fun writing it. Also, funny story, I came up with most of this at 2am while mumbling ideas into my voice memo app. And originally I was like “let’s do an enderman hybrid reader.” But I realized in the morning that taking a shower with Sam as A FUCKING ENDERMAN HYBRID wouldn’t be very fun.

CW: mentions of Assault, blood, injuries, medical supplies, implied nudity(not sexual.)

A horrid scene kept playing over and over in your mind. Brief flashes of a stinging pain. Everywhere. Your horns being grabbed and pulled at. Hell, it felt like they had been torn out of your skull at some point. You were beaten up and bloody. There were welts, lashes, bruises and cuts all over you from the assault. A couple of villagers had tried following you home. Eventually grabbing you and beating you unconscious. You had woken up nearly 2 hours later, covered in blood and dirt as you hazily tried to make it back to your house. But your house was far away, and you didn’t feel like walking that far. Hell, you probably COULDN’T walk that far. So you settled on walking to your boyfriend’s house instead. Upon opening the door, Sam seemed to be in more of a state of shock than you were in.

You two were now in the shower together. The water was lukewarm but it still burned when it ran over your recent wounds. Sam had already washed dirt and blood from your hair and horns. Thankfully, your horns weren’t damaged in the encounter. It was a quiet shower, with the occasional hissing noise as you sucked air through your teeth when Sam glided a soapy washcloth over more severe wounds. One gash in particular, right along your shoulder made you flinch away when he touched it.

“Y/N..”

His voice was laced with concern, but it had an aspect of demand as well. Avoiding your shoulder wound wouldn’t do you any good.

“I know.”

You uttered under your breath as you hesitantly faced Sam, pressing your head into his chest so he had better access to your shoulder. He wrapped a large arm around your waist, washing away dried blood and dirt from around the gash. You softly whined into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as you tensed at the pain. And then it was over. Water poured over your shoulder, washing the soap away. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, setting down the washcloth and wrapping his other arm around you. He pressed you into his chest and swayed with you in silence for what felt like years.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” Sam mumbled into your forehead as he turned off the shower.

“Mm.” It wasn’t much of a response. You didn’t even know what you were trying to communicate with a singular noise. You were too lost in a plethora of feelings. The memories of the VERY recent assault, the sting of your injuries, the calm that your boyfriend provided, the warmth of being pressed against his chest.

After drying off, you were in a tank-top and loose sweatpants. Sam was kneeling in front of the couch you were sitting on, wrapping gauze around your injuries after applying various ointments and disinfectants. He was careful and gentle when treating you, as if you would shatter if he handled your injuries to hard. He kept urging you to explain what happened, and eventually you let in, dumping everything out in a big mess of word-vomit. And he was silent and still. Stopping what he was doing as his expression was unreadable. It was an uncomfortable silence. Tense. But you ended up breaking it.

“Sam? Are you mad?”

Of course he wasn’t mad. He could never be mad at you over something that you couldn’t control. He was angry at the world. Angry at it for being so cruel and horrible.

“No.”

He stood up, putting his medical supplies away before coming back and sitting down next to you. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your uninjured shoulder. He seemed to be shaking a little bit?

“I’m not angry. You just don’t deserve this. You mean the world to me, and I hate how others are so oblivious of how… perfect you are.” Sam was quiet, soft. He seemed a little bit shaken up at the story.

“Next time you need something from a village, you’re telling me. I’m going with you.” And that wasn’t a request. You knew he was gonna get on your ass if you ignored him. So you nodded, leaning back into him. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after that. He was playing with your hair the entire time, holding you close.

You were so peaceful. But he had other things on his mind. Because he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let a few village pricks get away with hurting you.

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #c!awesomedude #c!awesamdude x reader #c!awesamdudeXreader #C!Awesamdude x y/n #c!awesamdude fluff #DSMP fluff #c!awesamdude fanfic #hybrid reader #c!awesamdude x hybrid!reader #dsmp x hybrid reader

[crazydoughnutlady]

The discord give me this idea…

TW: blood, violence, panic, anger, slight manipulation

Perix Fang informed, Ven that Rae was the biggest threat to their happiness, and that he must be disposed of. Ven understood grabbing an axe, it did more damage and Rae wouldn’t expect it. A sword is too obvious an axe? That has many uses, disposing of threats just happens to be one of them.

***

Rae felt terrible about what happened recently with Ven. He decided he would go up to Ven's place and formally apologize.

The auras were giving their usual ramble about how sus Ven is, and how they didn’t like him. Rae just rolled his eyes and continued up the path. only to see Ven heading down it.

“Oh hi, Rae what are you doing here?” Ven asked anxiety bubbling in his chest, only betrayed slightly by their voice.

“I… umm…” Rae, stammered nervously for a second, “I came to apologize and I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to call you a liar. I just wanted to know when you lied about under Fable’s orders in articles and I’m sorry if I made you feel as though I was calling all of you a liar.”

***

Ven took a deep breath. He needed Rae to trust him if his plan was going to work, “OK maybe we should go somewhere else to talk about this…” he feigned an air of continued nervousness.

“Okay… where do you wanna go? We can go back to your house, or the archives.” Rae listed, unaware of the danger he was in.

“Actually, I have somewhere else in mind it’s a nice private spot. No one will bother us there.” Ven motioned, Rae to follow as he began to walk towards a near bottomless cave, in which if Rae fell down, it would be tough for someone to hear his screams.

“Okay…” Rae began walking alongside, as suspicion crept into his voice.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to reach the spot where Ven planted Rae’s demise. All he needed was to get Rae close to the edge and clip his wings.

“I discovered it while traveling not too long ago. I think there’s a library at the bottom.” Ven lied motioning for Rae to come close to the edge with him.

Ray in his curiosity peered down the hole. Ven taking his chance, he slashed his sword across Rae’s back tearing his elytra as he fell. Ray screamed. Ven didn’t even cast a glance down as Rae fell just walking back to his house confident that Perix Fang will be pleased with this news.

***

His back burned in pain, and he felt as though his chest was bubbling like all the skulk inside him had condensed into one point, and was trying to tear out of his chest, but he also felt serene relaxing bliss as he watched the sky, get farther and farther away.

Rae was going to die. He felt the harsh stinging of a blade in his chest. he didn’t want to go. He still has so much to do. A voice of remorse whispered in his ears. Rae slammed to the bottom.

And all at once all of the skulk that piece of Perix’s shot out of him. In its place, the chill of the End, and the calmness of a clear mind took over.

You are mine, not that vile alchemist’s

Just like that, all the breath returned to Rae’s lungs in an instant.

“Fuck!” he coughed, voice, raspy, and horse. His entire body burned with pain, his back being the center place of it. All the stripes of his elytra had been torn off, but the wings would most definitely be welded to his skin. He could feel them he can move them as though he was born with them. His head felt fuzzy. Probably a concussion, he was bleeding, and he’s also pretty sure his right arm is broken.

Tears flooded, his eyes Rae cried out, “HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP! AAX! CASPIAN! CENTROSS! SHERBRET! ANYONE!!!” His vocal cords protested, but he kept screaming anyway and some hope someone would hear. Aax and Athena had good hearing!

Eventually, he was out of breath, and he could not scream anymore. Carefully he walked over to a corner of the cave and using what little strength he had left dug out a small hole for him to hide in. Not even noticing the lack of a horn.

***

Caspian couldn’t find Rae. He had checked the archives, the house, the box, and he even asked Sherbert, who joined him in the search. Stopping by Banner Fam's house the two found Aax relaxing with the axolotls.

“Hey Aax have you heard Rae lately? I can’t find them anywhere.” Caspian asked their partner, perhaps their super-hearing could help them locate the scientist.

Aax him to focus first second before looking up in terror, “He’s deep in the caves and his heartbeat is super faint. I think something is wrong.” they said, leaping out of the water grabbing. Caspian and Sherbert running after the Olm hybrid.

***

Centross had been heading over to Rae’s house to tell him the news after all he told Ven first. However, he was stopped right at the doorway. “What’s going on?” he worriedly asked his friends.

“Rae in trouble come on!” not missing a beat. Centross grabbed his rockets and shot back to his home, to grab his armor. Upon seeing his boyfriend panicked, Wolf decided to tag along as well.

The group of five followed Aax as he let them to where he here heard Rae’s heart. Out past Ven’s house, was a large deep pit. Centross’s mind flashed back to the other day the skulk on the bottom of Ven’s shoes… it couldn’t a coincidence.

Spreading their elytra, the group quickly dropped into the pit.

“How do we know Rae’s not the warden?” Centross nervously asked.

“His heartbeat is faint if he was the warden right now, it would be loud!” Aax explained.

Landing at the bottom of the pit, Caspian and Sherbert, had to look away at the sheer amount of magenta blood splattered and smeared on the ground. Centross’s hand itched for the sword, and he knew Aax’s did the same. Wolf pier through the dark spotting a bit of cobble in the corner of the cave.

“Over here!” Wolf called out. Turning away from the bloody scene, the three ran over to the car moment, tearing it apart to find Rae asleep, covered in bruises and his own blood but surprisingly, there wasn’t a single vein of skulk on his body.

Sherbert dug through their pockets, producing a splash potion of regeneration, and carefully began to work. Some basic first aid Rae's arm was broken. So them and Centross set it back into place. After what felt like ours and Wolf and Caspian, having to make multiple runs for potions, while Aax kept them safe from any mobs; Rae was healed enough to move.

Alex was the one to carry him back once he was laid to rest in their bedroom with Atlas guarding over him. They began to part ways, all promising to contribute to Rae’s health.

“Well, are you coming home?” Wolf asked Centross, as he stopped azalea tree in front of the house.

“I’ll catch up in a minute I have some things to do.” even through his mask, Centross could tell Wolf was looking him up and down pondering words with those golden eyes.

“Be safe.” Wolf nodded before using his elytra to fly back home.

Taking a deep breath, when Sherb left the house, Centross pulled them aside.

“Wha-” they began to speak.

“Shh not here.” Centross shushed before dragging Sherbert back to their own house. once the two of them were safely in the doors, Centross began, “I have a sneaking suspicion who did this to Rae, but I need evidence. You in?”

Their eyes were fierce. Fiercer than ever been, even under corruption, “They. Will. Pay.”

Last time Sherbert's anger was been hot, fiery, and full of smoke. Now Sherb’s anger was an ice-cold dagger, digging into your skin, one thousand slow painful deaths from various poisons. It was enough to scare the battle-hardened reaper.

They grabbed various potions, mostly invisibility, but few harming and slowness if they ran into trouble. taking off their armor and splashing on the invisibility potions. The two of them ran off to Ven’s.

The two quietly snuck through the tunnels, ensuring that they were silent as possible. They were sneaking long until they heard Ven’s voice.

“-don’t have to worry about him anymore”

“Perfect I can already feel myself getting stronger. Soon we will be able to go anywhere together.” an unfamiliar voice replied.

“That’s great! that’s… amazing!” Ven cheerfully replied. Turning the corner, the two watched Ven and the strange man walked over to the house. Centross wondered if he was perhaps the man Chaos mentioned.

Walking over to where the two of them stood they open the door to find a room full of skulk.

“Do you think that’s proof enough?” Centross whispered to Sherb.

“It’s enough for me.” They said coldly.

Carefully guarding the two of them away from the Centross planned, “We need to find the mirror first if we have the mirror, and can prove that Ven was the one holding onto the mirror everyone else will be on our side.”

“Okay, and how do we find the mirror?”

“You have those potion skills of yours will use invisibility and sweep the house.” Centross pointed out.

***

Rae’s mind was a maze, a blender of Enderian’s memories, his childhood, the worst moments of last time, and the whispers of his loved ones fretting over him. He could’ve sworn he heard Sherbert’s voice, screaming at him to live as warm, fuzzy feelings spread over his body. his dreams sometimes will fade away with the smell of spore blossoms, which always seemed to cling to Aax, or perhaps the smell of all the books and sunflowers as Caspian’s soft voice guided him to peace. The familiar smell of Atlas, which he knew from crying on her for far too many nights. nothing and everything was clear at the same time. He was warm for the first time in what felt like forever a part of him knew that the warmth was bad and that it would harm him, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

Rae my child you must awake!

Rae felt all the pain at once, the burning ache of his back, and his elytra, the stabbing ache in his arm.

Coughing, he tried to sit up. “Shhh, Rae you’re ok lay back down,” Caspian’s, voice soft as gentle hands brought him back down to the pillow.

“C-Cas…”

“Don’t speak you’re ok.” He soothed, his hands gently brushing Rae’s hair. Rae heard the door gently open and the quiet feat of Aax.

“Here you go some water and then I’ll give you some regeneration.” the olm hybrid, said gently, lifting up Rae and placing the bottle on his lips. the cool, water, soothed his sore throat and fuzzed his mind once again.

***

The next day Sherbert returned to Banner Fam's house. They and Centross had been unsuccessful at the beginning of their search for the mirror, but that doesn’t mean they were going to give up. They were going to prove that Ven had been the one to hurt Rae.

Gently knocking on the door, knowing access sensitive hearing would pick it up anyway Sherbert called out, “I’ve brought more potions!”

Aax of course is the one to open the door, Sherbert wondered if Caspian had even left Rae’s side for a moment.

“He woke up for a moment the other day,” the olm told them.

“He did that’s great! Did he say anything?”. Not only did that mean his brother was okay, but he could also figure out who had done this.

“No he tried to speak, but his voice was too weak,” spoke Caspian as they entered the bedroom.

“I see well same instructions as before. Also, try to get some food into him. Potions are not a sustainable diet. You might be tempted to use golden apples, but those can overload the system so it’s better to use smaller simpler foods like bread and potato.” Sherbert instructed, felt like they had given this speech before, or perhaps someone else had given it to them.

“How do you know that?” Caspian wondered.

“I don’t know I just do but it’s useful. It helps my brother.” they explained, “and if he gives any hints as to who did this to him to tell me, I want to help with their punishment.”

“only if you promise to do the same,” Aax said pulling, two axes out in a threat to whoever had done this.

“So far the only lead I’ve got is from Centross. He thinks the person who has the mirror most likely did this to Rae, considering he doesn’t have the skulk anymore.” Sherbert shared.

“That does make sense.” Caspian mused.

The three of them chatted for a little longer before Sherbert decided to return home to continue working on potions.

“What are you guys think?” they dared to ask everything.

Sus sus sus Ven sus Ven /neg I want Rae to be ok we should bonk Ven Ven is sus

“It seems for once you’re all in agreement” they chuckled as everything continue to ramble about their distaste for Ven.

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Chapter 6: Sunbae

A/n: I am so fucking sorry that I haven’t updated guys!!! This has been the craziest three weeks so far and I just didn’t want to give you all something half assed. Also I apologize for any spelling mistakes im pretty sure it was my phones autocorrect cause i wrote 90%of this over four days on my phone at 3 am or at work in a corner. But um anyway how are you guyyyyysssss? Tag List is Open <3

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader    

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

Updates: Saturday 9 AM CDT (Hopefully)

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.

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Third POV

The cool morning air greeted the young idol as she stepped out of the van. The sky was just beginning to lighten and she could feel the morning mist floating around her. She embraced the calming feeling with a smile, feeling absolutely content in this moment.

“Y/n! Come on! Roll call in fifteen.” The cheery voice of her manager Jae Bong called out. The man in his early thirties was already halfway to the door.

Adjusting her coat the debuting actress shuffled after him and into the sound stage. Inside was vastly different than the serene atmosphere she had just come from.

On the other side of set, Yunho could hardly contain himself. His manager was half asleep beside him doing his best to keep his eyes open. The idol had insisted on getting to set two hours before his call time just in case his counterpart did the same.

His eyes darted around the room with an excited grin. Even though he stood at six feet he still pushed himself onto his tippy toes to see over the far reaches of the busy sound stage.

“Hyung- what time is it again?”

“Two minutes later than the last time you asked me?”

“Two minutes later than the last time you asked me?”

Nervously, Yunho smoothed out non-existent wrinkles in his clothes. Though he knew at an early morning rehearsal everyone- including the cast- would be in sweatpants and sneakers, he wanted to look his best to make up for his first impression…..and his second impression as well.

Even in ripped jeans and a button-down, Yunho was still overdressed compared to the rest of the cast and staff. He didn’t care. There was nothing that could calm his excitement until he was standing next to Y/n and working their scene.

“Five minutes to places!! Five minutes!” One of the staff called out into the chasm-like room. A scattered chorus of “Thank you, five!” Could be heard in response.

“Oh my god! Hyung! Five minutes!!” Yunho excitedly cheered- practically jumping up and down.

“Ouch- Yunho! Stop shaking my arm!”

The tall man’s ears pricked up as a door was opened across the room. He looked at the figure walking out onto the floor in adoration. An unbelievable air of confidence surrounded her. He could only describe what he was feeling like something out of a corny kids’ sitcom. Her hair was billowing behind her confident stride; a pink glowing halo floated around her face. Everything moved in slow motion. As she walked and staff handed off papers and items it felt like his heart was closer to bursting with each step she took towards him in the center of the room.

With no control over his body, Yunho’s hand reached up and grasped at his chest as if his hand could possibly keep his heart from flying out of his body. It took the idol a few moments to realize Y/n had actually come and stood beside him. In reality “beside him” meant “about 5 feet away with two staff members in between”, but Yunho was excited either way.

Y/n looked over at him briefly only to look again when she saw his eyes trained on her already. It was a new feeling having to tilt her head slightly to meet someone's gaze. Unsure what to do with him staring at her Y/n decided to greet him as a sunbae and bowed before softly saying hello.

All Yunho could muster in response was a tiny wave, which she didn’t see. He sighed and gently thumped his fist against his palm looking around the stage. How was he going to start a conversation and not look like an idiot this time?

“Are you nervous about working through the stunt today?” A gentle voice asked, pulling his attention back to where it should have been.

He turned- a little wide-eyed- trying to figure out who spoke to him. Y/n was flipping through the script, eyes trained on the paper. The only clue that it was her that spoke was the tiny glance she gave him before handing the script back to a man whose height almost paralleled Yunho’s. “Uhh….”

“I know you did a lot of your stunt work for Imitation but I can see how this one is nerve-wracking. Especially since I’m the one driving the cycle.” She still did not look at him as she spoke. Instead, her eyes were focused on the man (most likely her manager with how attentive he was being) handing her knee pads.

Yunho was entranced as he watched her delicate fingers wrap the pads over her loose sweatpants and secure them in place. “Well I mean I wouldn’t say I’m nervous but- wait you’re doing the stunt yourself?!”

She shrugged as if it was no big deal. “Yeah! It sounded like a lot of fun so I convinced my manager to let me train on the bike.” Yunho’s eyes darted from the girl to the black motorcycle parked about 40ft away on the stage.

“Wow, that’s….”

“Crazy? Yeah. Soojin-my leader- was kinda mad when she found out.” A breathy laugh came out as she spoke. The edge of her eyes folded in a smile. “She said I was crazy.”

“Actually….I think it’s really cool. You’ve probably got more balls than I do.”

For a moment Y/n just stared at him. Yunho then processed what he just said and his eyes turned to saucers. All he wanted to do was just slowly disappear from existence. Suddenly a laugh erupted from the girl. The idol’s shoulders visibly relaxed seeing her unbothered and laughing at his thoughtless joke.

She opened her mouth as if to speak again but a voice over a loudspeaker interrupted her. “Places actors! Dry rub through w/ stunt marking- Scene 41!”

The two parted ways and Yunho looked over his shoulder as Y/n walked away towards the black motorbike. Someone handed him a backpack and canvas tube before pushing him onto his marker.

“Cameras rolling! Mark the stunt! Action!”

Y/n switched on the ignition and felt the engine coke to life under her seat. With the stunt coordinator moving beside her she drove forward watching Yunho walk his instructed path twisting past an approaching student. As he turned the corner, the coordinator queued the actress who did a soft but sharp turn to stop the bike.

Yunho’s manager shook his head and hid his face in his palm as he watched the idol dramatically fall before the bike stopped six feet from him.

The director called cut before turning to look at the footage. “Okay everybody looks good! Camera test number two! Stunt and scene run full speed! Mark!”

Everyone returned to the full mark. Y/n could feel the adrenaline beginning to spread and she could not wait to start. Across the way, she looked at Yunho who was jumping up and down nervously. It was almost cute seeing him shake out his nerves. Their eyes met for a moment and Yunho felt an equal amount of adrenaline rush through his body.

The girl gave him a thumbs up as if to ask him if he was ready. He nodded and returned the gesture. She flipped down the visor of the helmet and waited for the director to call “action”. Anxiously she fiddled and adjusted the gloves on her hands as she stared down the director.

Jae Bong stood a few feet behind the director’s team nervously biting his nails. “Okay! We’re good! Action!”

Y/n switched on the ignition after seeing Yunho begin to run forward. She knew that she would be faster than he was so as soon as she saw him round the corner she pushed forward on the bike.

Yunho twisted to avoid a student and just like in all her practices Y/n turned the bike so harshly that it was almost a drift to avoid the tall man barreling towards her. His head turned just in time to see Y/n go parallel to the ground right in her mark and Yunho fell backward with the wheel spinning only a couple feet away from his face.

In awe he stared at the girl beneath the helmet, his heart hammering in his chest. She pushed herself off the ground before tossing her helmet in anger. Channeling her character, Han Nari’s, emotions, Y/n sent a chilling glare at the man on the floor.

“Son of a bitch!” She screamed furiously looking between the man and the package that used to be attached to the bike now crushed from the fall. “What were you thinking!? What a psychopath! Can’t you watch where you’re going?”

All Yunho could do was stare at Y/n and attempt to stutter out a response. Thankfully that’s exactly what he was supposed to do. Y/n turned away from him and angrily looked around. The boy on the ground continued to watch her in awe as she picked up the package and judged its condition with a frustrated expression.

“How can I deliver this now… it’s destroyed…” Her eyes turned towards him again. “Are you going to compensate for this? I can’t give a customer a broken package.”

His mouth was still slightly agape and wonderment filled his face. She rolled her eyes before coming over and kicking his leg. “Are you even listening? You’re really just going to stare at me like a dead fish?”

Yunho quickly closed his mouth and shot up off the ground. Even as he rose she maintained character and was unfazed at his towering stature. “I…um…I am so sorry!” He bowed deeply before trying to rush to pick up the package she dropped and attempting to upright the vehicle. He struggled for a moment before Y/n pushed him aside.

“Move,”

As if the bike weighed relatively nothing she lift it up and pushed out the kickstand. “Woah…”

Noticing something near her foot, the girl bent down and picked up the long leather tube. “Is this yours Fish Boy?”

“Oh…yes- that’s mine..” Yunho graciously took it from her hands and loosely held it against his chest. “I feel bad for causing the accident. Here, would this be enough to cover the damage?” He pulled a few bills out of his pocket and Y/n only looked between the paper and his eyes.

“Wow, Fish Boy, I didn’t think you’d actually compensate.” She took the money, stuffing it in her back pocket.

“What’s your name?” He asked seeing the girl throw her leg over the bike.

She sighed, reaching down and grabbing her helmet from the ground. “If you’d like to file a report you can contact Song Speedy Delivery.”

“No-that’s not it at all-“ The bike roared to life and Y/n cheekily smiled as she revved the engine over his words.

“Then let’s hope we don’t meet again Fish Boy. I’ll be going now,” Yunho watched as she pushed forward and rode away from camera view. Yunho watched as she took off the helmet and shook out her hair.

“That’s great! Wonderful! Great first run!” The director cheered, cutting the cameras. “Let’s run through it a couple more times then break for lunch and we’ll keep working!”

The idol was a little surprised to see Y/n walking towards him, a bottle of water in hand. “That went pretty well. Are you okay? Do you want me to stop sooner on the stunt, Sunbae?” She handed him the bottle with a small smile.

“No, not at all! I trust you! You could even get closer….if you want…” She nodded brows furrowed in thought. “On the bike! I meant closer on the bike.”

“Yeah, I get it! That was honestly so much fun! I’m so excited for the rest of the drama! You were really great in the scene, Sunbae. You nailed Jaeyoung’s whole love at first sight thing!”

Yunho nodded. He could do nothing to contain the wide grin on his face seeing the girl so happy and excited. “You know…um….Y/n…” he scratched the back of his neck and cautiously looked around at the staff resetting everything for the next run-through. “You aren’t that much younger than I am…and uh…well…you- you don’t have to call me Sunbae.”

She blinked a few times before looking around at the staff herself. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’d be much more comfortable if I were just….Yunho, to you at least. Formalities are stupid anyway.” He said with a nervous laugh.

The girl twisted her feet around, getting used to the new atmosphere between the two. “Sounds great… Yunho.”

It was the hardest thing Yunho ever had to do in his entire adult life not to physically jump around and do cartwheels hearing his name in her beautiful voice. “Yeah-“ he said barely fending off a grin “Sounds great!”

“Places! Second run through scene 41!”

Y/n waved at the tall boy before walking back over to her starting position. She couldn’t help but smile at the little interaction that had just occurred. Jaebong rushed up to her and handed her a bottle of water before adjusting her knee pads. She had to eventually swat away his cautious nitpicking.

Yunho practically ran up to his manager with the most ecstatic look on his face. “Hyung! I don’t care what you have to do- please, PLEASE, get me Y/n’s number! I’ve never asked you for anything, please, please, please, please, pleeeeaaaseee. Just the phone number!”

His manager let himself be shaken by the six-foot man as he pleaded and pleaded. “Fine, okay! I’ll get the number! Now get ready- they are about to start again.”

Yunho cheered before gently patting his hyung’s shoulder. “Thank you so very much.” Like nothing had just happened, the idol calmly walked off to his mark and waited for the director to queue the scene with a huge dopey grin on his face.

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[SEBASTIAN]: Thals! I’m sorry for not calling last night, it’s been a long 48 hours

[THALIA]: Bash...

[SEBASTIAN]: He finally got home and talked to us this morning, but I’m done with his bullshit. I’m leaving the palace and heading to Hillwood for good

[THALIA]: Bash-

[SEBASTIAN]: I know, you think I’m crazy, but I think you should come with me! You’re 18 now and free to live on your own, so why not come live with me? Your mom already likes me and we are planning to move in together eventually anyway, so why not now?

[THALIA]: Bash stop! I’m not running away with you! I can’t do this with you…

[SEBASTIAN]: Oh… okay? No you’re right, you care too much about school to not finish up now. I will just have to visit constantly. Maybe I’ll have to rethink Hillwood and look for something temporary in Ashmere until you graduate. I’m sure I can figure out an apartment or something…

[THALIA]: Bash, stop talking! You’re not listening to me! I’m not running away with you and I don’t want you to visit me either. I can’t keep doing this with you anymore. We’ve had fun, but clearly this is a sign. It’s time to end things

[SEBASTIAN]: What the hell are you talking about, Thals? Everything was fine just a few days ago, I don’t get what’s changed. We don’t need to call a quits just- [THALIA]: Yes, we do. It’s over Bash. I hope you’re happier in Thornbeck, truly

call ended [SEBASTIAN]: What the fuck? [ADELINE]: Bash? Can I come in?

[SEBASTIAN]: What do you want Addie? [ADELINE]: Woah, you are really leaving, aren’t you?

[SEBASTIAN]: Yes, Addie, I’m leaving. Do you need something or were you just here to attempt damage control as usual? [ADELINE]: No! I mean… I would’ve thought you’d have calmed down at least a little by now…

[SEBASTIAN]: Yeah, well, Thalia just dumped me over Skype for literally no reason so excuse me if I’m lacking patience

[ADELINE]: What? I thought you took her to Hillwood? Did something happen?

[SEBASTIAN]: No, but I bet His Majesty will be thrilled to hear. He’s hated her since I got caught at her party

[ADELINE]: Bash, you know he would never- [SEBASTIAN]: Stop Addie, I’m over fighting with you about him.

[SEBASTIAN]: I’m finishing packing and getting the hell out of here, so let’s just… not

[ADELINE]: Aren’t you going to finish school at least? You only have a year left!

[SEBASTIAN]: You know I don’t give a shit about school. I just can’t keep staying here and fighting all of the time

[ADELINE]: I’m sorry, Bash. I wish it was different…

[ADELINE]: I’m going to miss you and your constant swearing

[SEBASTIAN]: Yeah yeah, I’ll miss you too Addie

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