#so he is here to be a friendly face and support her again! >w>

[vattghcrn]

@yukikorogashi || bc geralt missed this beam of sunshine (*´∀`*)

“Now, there's a familiar face.”

No other introduction—no simple hello—came before that, a brief moment of shared eye contact doing the favors for them, as far as Geralt was concerned. He had crossed the trodden down path to reach young Itsuki's side, and the chestnut mare in tow offered a crisp whinny that was a pleasant greeting in their approach. A smile rested easy on Geralt's lips as he dipped his head to the girl: as respectful as it was friendly.

“Been keeping things in order around here, looks like,” he observed, yet a fond stare did not drift from Itsuki's gaze for a more thorough check. “But I hope a few other folks have seen to lending you a hand.”

[tommydarlings]

sweet little devil | m.v

pairing: dark!max verstappen ; dom!daniel ricciardo ; dom!carlos sainz ; dom!charles leclerc ; sub!lando norris x sub!bimbo!reader

warnings: manipulation, possessive behaviour, cheating, smut, fivesome, chocking, dacryphilia, gagging, cum on face, marking somebody up (hickeys), double penetration, voyeurism kink, exhibitionism kink, face fucking, spitting, overstimulation, pussy eating, mention of boners

w/c: 5.7k

summary: Usually max is very possessive and doesn’t share you with anybody…but he’s willing to change that and let some of the other drivers experiment with you a bit — but only right in front of his eyes.

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You were mainly known around the paddock for being max verstappen's girlfriend but you were also known for being very friendly and helpful to others, including the other drivers.

Something you didn’t pay much attention to, but max certainly did. And it made his blood boil more than anything else.

You were casually talking to Lando and Carlos, asking them some things about the upcoming races and their plans for each country while max, your dear boyfriend, watched the three of you from the redbull garage.

He watched how you adjusted the dark blue redbull cap with the big number '1' on your head, smirking proudly to himself before he noticed his Carlos took a step closer to your figure…

It was probably just to hear you better since there were lots of chaos and noises doing around at the moment, but to max it didn’t look like that, not at all.

The young redbull driver clenched his fist, his eyes focused on the few centimetres that separated you from Carlos, Lando also mindlessly scanning your figure in your gorgeous, new white dress that max gifted you.

Suddenly, you got a text message — suprisingly from your own boyfriend who just stood a few feet away from you,

'Why don’t you step a few steps backwards so you’re not too close to the boys, hmm? You seem a bit too close to them in my opinion, angel.'

You gulped before you quickly put your phone in your bag again and took a couple of steps backwards, kindly smiling at the two drivers as they continued talking to you.

Max chuckled quietly to himself, also putting his phone away again.

———

“Oh my god, I should have really brought a jacket!“ you laughed, covering yourself with your cold arms, sadly only wearing a dark blue, rather short dress.

Alex, Charles girlfriend, looked at you with with a typical drunk but gorgeous smile until she looked at the red Ferrari stopping right in front of you two,

“Baby! Charlie, baby! Finally you’re here!“ she ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck while Charles kissed her neck and cheek a couple of times before he looked at you,

“Gosh y/n, you’re shivering,“ he walked over to you, his arm around Alex's waist, “here… take my jacket, I’m pretty sure that max should be here any minute, Alex and I can wait for those couple of minutes, alright?“

You smiled kindly at Charles as he handed you his black jacket, “thank you so much, Charles.”

The Ferrari driver only nodded with a tiny grin as you put the jacket on your body, talking to you and his girlfriend a bit before your boyfriend finally arrived, parking right in front of Charles's Ferrari.

Max stepped out of the car, lightly slamming his door shut as he looked at you and the unfamiliar piece of clothing you wore all of a sudden,

“What are you wearing there? Who’s jacket is that? That’s not m-”

“Relax, max,“ Charles laughed at max possessive behaviour but max didn’t even crack a smile, quickly walking over to you and ripping the jacket off of your body, handing it without any readable facial expression to his friend before he swiftly removed his own black jacket, draping it quickly over your shoulders.

“You’re still cold, aren’t you? You’re all shaky, baby,“ max mumbled to you, ignoring the slightly suspicious gazes that Alex and Charles threw at him.

Charles cleared his throat, “uhm, just so you know… I offered her the jacket, she did not like notice it and immediately put it on, you know?“

Max looked with narrowed eyes at Charles before he looked back at you, “and you accepted his jacket? Why? I am your boyfriend, couldn’t you have just waited a few more minutes for me to arrive?“ he chuckled almost nervously.

You gulped before you shot a tiny smile into Charles and Alex's direction before your boyfriend put his hand onto your lower back, guiding you quickly to his car with a stern gaze.

“Get in. now,“ he ordered quietly as he opened the passenger door for you, his tone taking you by surprise.

You hoped into the car, quickly putting your seatbelt on while max already started the car, “wearing another man's jacket while I’m on the way to pick her up, having my own jacket perfectly ready for her,“ he mumbled to himself, shaking his head.

— — —

Max was fed up.

The last couple of days, you’ve been acting all nice and sweet towards the other drivers, joking around with Carlos and Lando, eating your breakfast at the hotel with Charles and just simply messing around with Daniel.

And max was not happy about it. And now he has reached his breaking point.

“Baby? Can you come here for a second?“ max asked you as you just got ready to go out for dinner with him and a couple of other drivers plus their girlfriend’s.

You looked at him, turning your eyes away from the mirror in the bathroom, “why?“

He adjusted his position on the bed, looking down at his phone before he put it on the bedside table, “just… C��mere, okay?“ he replied in a bit of a snarky tone.

With slowly and almost careful steps, you walked towards him, leaving the bathroom and entering the bedroom.

“Yes, maxie?“ you mumbled, adjusting your little red dress on your body.

“I have something prepared for you tonight, a little surprise,“ he smiled up at, making you frown, “A suprise? What surprise, baby?“

Max ran his hands through his hair, glancing at his phone before he looked back up at you, “yes, my love… a little surprise for my favourite, pretty girl,“ he caressed your hip with his hand, still occasionally glancing at his phone.

But before you could take a look at his phone as well, your boyfriend spoke up again,

“You can come in,“ max called out in a rather loud tone, making you furrow your brows.

And only seconds later, Daniel, Carlos, Charles and Lando entered the room, looking calm but also… excited?

You turned around, looking with a confused facial expression at the four other drivers, briefly shooting them a kind smile before you looked back at max who now stood up, standing in his full height in front of you.

“Max, why are they here? I thought we're going to the restaurant with them now,“ you asked your boyfriend in a hush tone, making him chuckle.

You laid your eyes back on the other drivers, catching them red handed how they were just checking you out.

“Why is nobody saying anything? Are we gonna walk to the restaurant together?“ you smiled at them, adjusting your dress, glancing back up at max.

But he only shook his head, squeezing your hips with his big hands, “I sadly had to cancel out reservation, sweetheart,“ he sighed, Daniel, Carlos, Charles and Lando slowly stepping closer to you from behind.

You furrowed your brows, looking a bit sad about the fact that you won’t be going to dinner with the others tonight,

“What? Why? Did something more important come up?“ you batted your eyelashes innocently up at your man.

The redbull driver slowly nodded, still smiling softly at you, “yes, baby… something way more important,“ he whispered before glancing with way darker eyes at his rivals, almost as if he tried to tell them something with his gaze.

Suddenly, daniel started putting his hands onto the straps of your dress from behind, Carlos, Lando and Charles watching how their rival put his hands onto the girlfriend of their friend,

You glanced at Daniel with wide eyes but you couldn’t get a single word out, quickly looking back up at your boyfriend with furrowed brows,

“M-Max?“ you mumbled before you felt Daniel slowly sliding the straps of your dress down, exposing more and more of your skin.

But max only had his eyes on Daniel before he glanced at the three other drivers, nodding at them before they also put their big palms on you.

Carlos completely removing your dress while lando already lightly kissed your neck and shoulder, Charles stepping in front of you next to max, his fingers gliding down your chest towards your panties, playing lazily with the waistband of them.

“Take them off of her,“ max mumbled to Charles, Daniel and Lando each kissing your neck and shoulders while Carlos started to open his pants, Charles removing your panties, quickly stuffing them into the back pocket of his pants.

You looked at each driver with wide and slightly teary eyes, not knowing what to do or say.

Carlos and Charles both stepped in front of you after max took a couple step backwards, barely even looking at you as the two Ferrari drivers freed their big erections, slowly palming themselves, their dark eyes fixated on your naked figure.

Charles cleared his throat, “Go on your knees for us, c��mon,“ he sounded so demanding, taking you by surprise.

You briefly gulped and also looked at Carlos who looked like he was ready to jump on you any second, scaring you a bit before you quickly got down onto your knees.

You looked over to max, “max… wh-”

“Shhh, baby… no need to talk right now, just open your mouth and let us use it for a bit, okay? You don’t need to worry about your boyfriend now, yeah?“ Daniel whispered from behind before lando bend down behind you and removed the hair tie that you always have around your wrist.

You looked up at the McLaren driver with a confused facial expression before you looked back up and Charles and Carlos who looked like they got quite impatient by now.

And then you slowly dared to open your mouth, expecting to either be filled up by Charles or Carlos but no… both of them suddenly stuffed your tiny mouth with their big cocks, forcing you to gag.

“Shh, it’s okay, darling…“ Charles comforted you while Carlos only squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, groaning deeply as he just shoved himself further down your throat.

You looked up at both of them with teary eyes while lando gathered your hair in his hands from behind and put them into a ponytail.

You whined and occasionally glanced at max who seemed unbothered by all of this, Charles and Carlos now switching between stuffing each of their thick dicks into your mouth, right after Carlos shoved his length down your throat, Charles grabbed your head and forced you to take his entire length, making you squeeze your eyes shut and whine loudly.

“She can’t take that much yet… I’m still training her,“ max mumbled to the other drivers as he watched all of you closely.

Daniel scoffed behind you as he got onto his knees, putting his hand around your throat and squeezing it, lightly chocking you, “seriously? You’ve been dating her for over 4 months now and she still can’t take your entire cock down her throat?“ he shook his head.

You gasped around Charles's cock as lando suddenly spat on his fingertips and slowly started to rub your pearly clit from behind, his lip still grazing your neck and shoulder as he left wet open-mouthed kisses there.

Max shot a glare at Daniel, “you shut up Mr. Honeybadger, I can do with my girl whatever I please and I bet that after tonight, she’ll be able to take way more than before so stop complaining,“ he replied in a snarky tone.

You continued gagging around Charles cock before he pulled himself out of your mouth and let his teammate, Carlos, roughly grab the back of your head and force you to take him entirely, making you loudly gag and cry out, the first tears streaming down your hallowed cheeks.

Lando briefly looked with a worried gaze at max, “don’t worry mate, she’s basically always crying, that’s normal,“ your boyfriend told his friend while the McLaren driver continued to rub your wet clit, forcing satisfied moans out of your stuffed mouth.

You really struggled with your breathing since Daniel was still mercilessly chocking you, gripping your throat harder and harder by every second that went by.

“Oh f-fuck I’m gonna cum,“ Carlos threw his head back while Charles started jerking himself off, his lustful eyes staring down at your glistening mouth, Daniel was gently kissing your tears away by now, “just open your mouth and stick your tongue out baby, so they can both enjoy it,“ the Australien driver whispered into your ear from behind.

And moments later, you quickly opened your mouth and sticked your tongue out, feeling both of the Ferrari drivers decorating not only your tongue but basically your whole face with their release.

The view was for all of the boys like a sick dream come true, you on your knees with cum on your face that’s not even your boyfriends while another men, who also doesn't identifies as your boyfriend, is making you shake and jolt forward with his hand between your trembling legs.

“Fucking hell lando, just like that,“ max mumbled as he closely watched how lando's hand between your legs drove you into utter madness,

Max looked back at you, “Is lando gonna make you cum?“

Daniel briefly squeezed your throat, silently telling you to answer him as lando began to slowly and gently kiss your shoulder, leaving some marks there and then.

You gulped before you swiftly nodded, panting heavily as you squeezed your eyes shut, jolting more and more forward, “y-yes!“ you cried out.

The last thing you noticed as you looked up into max direction, was him slowly touching himself through his jeans while the two Ferrari drivers continued watching you with dark eyes, their big hands also wrapped around themselves.

“God she looks beautiful when she’s shaking and crying out like that,“ Charles mumbled deeply as he bend down and brushed some hair out of your sweaty and cum covered face.

You looked up at Charles with wide and teary eyes as you tried your best to calm down, Carlos didn’t really care about you needing to calm down, he simply leaned forward and smeared his cum all over your lips and cheeks, decorating your face even more.

“Let her catch her b-” Lando looked up at Carlos but the Ferrari driver shook his head,

“She doesn’t need to catch her breath because we’re gonna continue anyway, aren’t we?“ he looked over to max who was still mindlessly pleasuring himself through his jeans.

Daniel lightly pulled on your hair to get more access to your neck and shoulders before he started kissing and sucking your neck, purposely creating some pretty visible marks.

Lando gulped as he watched Daniel decorate the left side of your neck, “are we allowed to mark her?“ Lando glanced at max.

Charles and Carlos both chuckled at lando‘s shy and quiet demeanor, both of their fingertips running along your dirty face.

“I told you that during those thirty minutes you can do anything you want with her… if you wanna mark her up, then mark her up,“ max shrugged carelessly.

After some more deep breaths and some more marks created by Lando and Daniel on your neck, Carlos grabbed your upper arm and swiftly pulled you up to stand on your wobbly legs while Charles laid on his back on the bed, getting comfortable.

“Get on top of him, baby,“ Carlos whispered as he guided you on top of his teammate since you were still a bit far gone.

You nodded and gulped nervously as you crawled tiredly on top of Charles while Carlos got onto his knees on the bed behind your still trembling figure.

Daniel and Lando both stood up and watched how Charles and Carlos both lined themselves up with your holes.

Then, max spoke up, “just for you information boys, if you really want to double penetrate her now, you have to hold her hand and 'shh' her or at least somehow comfort her or she won’t loosen up, alright? Seriously…“

The other drivers all nodded at max before Charles and Carlos both slowly entered you, making you gasp and almost scream in pleasure and pain.

“Oh fuck!“ you screamed while Charles ran his fingers softly along your arms,

“Shhh,“ Charles looked up at you with his typical puppy dog eyes, just a bit darker, “it’s okay, we’re all here for you, alright?“ he whispered.

You nodded along his words while you felt carlos squeezing your hips, his thumbs caressing the skin of your ass as he groaned deeply, his eyes trained on how you’re trying your best to take both of the drivers at the same time.

“She’s doing really well,“ Daniel mumbled as max watched all of you closely as well while lando’s eyes grew darker as he stood next to the bed and jerked himself off, moaning and whimpering occasionally.

Max cleared his throat, “Daniel.“

The Australien driver glanced at the Dutch one, his hand also jerking himself off, “yeah?“ he mumbled before he put his eyes right back onto the three of you on the bed, glaring shamelessly at your stretching holes.

Max sighed as he continued looking at you even thought he clearly acknowledged Daniel’s quiet answer, “Fuck her mouth.“

Daniel gulped while the Ferrari drivers continued stretching both of your holes out, Lando still busying himself by jerking himself off to the sinful show in front of him, whimpering and bucking his hips occasionally.

But after some time, Daniel walked over to you so he was standing right in front of your face, his big and veiny hands already grabbing your hair,

“Open your mouth baby, c'mon,“ he tapped your trembling bottom lip with his thumb and you immediately obeyed.

As soon as you opened your mouth for him, he fisted your hair and slowly filled your tiny mouth up, stuffing your throat with his cock while Charles and Carlos were still fucking you senseless but in a rather careful way, not wanting to completely ruin you… yet.

Obviously, you immediately gagged around Daniel’s cock, you couldn’t deny that he wasn’t big because he was.

You glanced up at him with your tear and cum stained face, your salty tears dropping down onto his erection that’s stuffed in your mouth, making Daniel bite his lip, “god, just like that.“

Max chuckled at his friends reaction, Charles and Carlos also cracking a smile, “I know right? Her mouth is so warm and her throat‘s just so tight, am I right, baby?“ Charles asked you quietly with a smirk, his big hand caressing your messy cheek.

Daniel nodded with a deep chuckle as well, “fuck max, you weren’t lying when you told us that she can suck cock like an angel,“ Daniel licked his lips before he looked down at you with dark eyes.

Your boyfriend quickly unbuckled his belt and freed his big and leaking cock, immediately jerking himself off, his dark pupils switching between your wet holes and your poor mouth.

You tried your best to breath through your nose while you continued gagging there and then on Daniel’s cock, your teary eyes slowly falling shut as your cries got louder.

Charles leaned forward and slowly kissed and lightly bit your jaw before he went further down and started creating more hickeys next to the already existing ones from Daniel and Lando.

In the meanwhile, Carlos also leaned forward and placed featherlight kisses on your shoulder blades, there and then also creating some small hickeys, admiring them for a few seconds before he searched for another spot on your shoulders or back that he could decorate.

As soon as you opened your eyes again, you immediately stared up at Lando with your big teary doe eyes, your entire body jolting forward as the two Ferrari drivers groaned and panted heavily — and Lando reached his limit.

The Brit's whole shook with pure pleasure as he quickly crumbled onto the floor, his big and veiny hand shaking as he couldn’t stop jerking himself off, his whimpers and moans not stopping, not even when he already seemed to calm down from his probably most intense orgasm ever.

You grinned a bit around Daniel’s cock as you watched Lando crumble like that simply because of the look you gave him — Daniel briefly turned his head to glance at his exhausted friend on the floor, chuckling deeply while he continued gently but firmly fucking your tiny and warm mouth.

“See what you did to him, angel?“ Daniel raised his brows at you while the others chuckled as well, “that’s exactly what you’re doing to all of us, little one,“ he caressed your soft cheek before he suddenly put both of his strong arms around your head, unintentionally flexing his biceps in the process while he mercilessly forced you to choke and unstoppably gag on his cock.

You squeezed your eyes shut and whined in a high pitched tone as you fisted the bedsheets, your knuckles already turning white as you heard your boyfriend sigh loudly from the other end of the room,

“Told you to be a bit more careful, danny,“ max told him, his big hand still going up and down in his slick dick, his eyes staying right on your mouth though.

But Daniel didn’t even listen at that moment, he just focused on releasing his semen right onto your tongue and down your throat, his dark eyes squeezed shut while he took deep breaths to calm down again.

After he opened his eyes and glanced down at your messy and fucked out face, he grinned widely and caressed your cheek, his thumb running along your plumb bottom lip,

“Have you swallowed?“ Daniel asked with raised brows, obviously hoping for only one specific answer.

You gulped before you nodded, trying your best to look up into his eyes, the fact that both Ferrari drivers still fucked your already stretched out holes making that a bit more difficult.

Daniel nodded along, “all of it?“

You nodded again before he tapped your bottom lip, immediately making you open your mouth and show him your empty tongue.

“Good girl,“ he smiled before he bend down and kissed the top of your head, then your boyfriend who there and then released some growls and whimpers suddenly spoke up,

“I told you to be more careful with her when you guys are already forcing her to take so much at once,“ max said in a harsh tone as Daniel.

While Daniel glanced at him, you couldn’t even look at your boyfriend, your eyes squeezed shut and loud cries and moans leaving your mouth as you felt close to your orgasm.

Daniel sighed and rolled his eyes, “No, you told Charles and Carlos that they should comfort her when they double penetrate her, I just fucked her mouth,“ he shrugged.

Max glanced at your shaking figure, “One of you two rub her clit,“ he spoke to Carlos and Charles before he looked back up at Daniel who was already back to jerking himself off again while he clearly enjoyed watching the little show in front of him.

“That was directed towards all of you,“ max said in an almost strict tone to Daniel before your screaming stopped the little argument between your boyfriend and the man that just fucked your face.

Daniel bend down and continued caressing your jaw and cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut again and screamed at the things you were feeling as soon as Charles reached down to rub your pearly clit.

You took deep breaths, tears staining your hot face as your whole body shook — Daniel, Lando and max watching you closely while Charles and Carlos also panted heavily with their eyes closed.

“It’s okay,“ Daniel nodded before he pecked your forehead, his hands gently intertwining themselves with the roots of your messed up hair, “let it all out.“

Lando slowly sat up and nodded along Daniel’s words and as soon as Daniel noticed that Lando obviously wanted to be closer to you again, he scooted to the side and let him take a closer look at your jolting figures and clearly fucked out face.

Daniel bit his lip as he continued stroking your left cheek while Lando’s eyes were widely open, staring at you with an unbelievably amount of lust and desire, making max smirk as he watched the two boys being in a sort of trance by watching his girlfriend.

“You want something lando?“ max asked his friend with a grin.

Lando glanced over at max before he gulped almost nervously, looking back at you, “Uhm, no… I would just,“ he bit his lip as he glanced down at your pussy which he was sadly barrels able to see due to the position and the two men that currently had you on the brink of orgasming.

“You would just what?“ Daniel smirked at Lando, curious to hear his wish.

Lando cleared his throat, “I would just like to taste her,“ he gulped, glancing over at Daniel.

Max raised his brows and whistled loudly, even startling you a bit even though you were a shaking, crying and panting mess by now, feeling closer to the best orgasm you probably ever had.

As soon as lando looked at max, he spoke up in a loud and deep tone, “If you want lick her pussy, you turn towards me and ask me and not Daniel, okay? He had his turn already.“

Lando nodded wildly, “sorry,“ he mumbled before they all turned their heads to look at you again, biting their bottom lips as their palms creeped towards their big erections.

You glanced down at Charles, your sobs not getting quieter as Carlos's thrust got harsher while Charles caressed your shaking arm,

“Shh, it’s okay..“ he nodded while you were only able to hear Carlos groaning and cursing in either English or Spanish.

Daniel brushed some loose strands of hair out of your face as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your whole poor body shaking as your orgasm clearly took your whole body over,

“Oh god!“ you cried out as you released all over the two Ferrari drivers, Carlos squeezed your hips in a merciless way, most probably leaving two pretty handprints behind while continued rubbing your clit with his fingers, his other hand squeezing your upper arm as he squeezed his eyes shut and cursed as well.

“Merde bébé, tu te sens si bien avec nous!“ Shit, baby, you feel so good around us!

“Oh dios, ten piedad, eso fue tan jodidamente bueno.“ Oh god have mercy, that was so fucking good.

You didn’t even notice anymore how Charles and Carlos removed themselves from your stretched out holes, you only briefly noticed how Carlos sat you up positioned your limp body against him so your back was touching his chest, your glistening pussy on full display.

Max cleared his throat, “Good — now you can have your little taste Lando,“ your boyfriend mumbled with an approving nod, making lando's eyes widen before he nodded eagerly.

Charles got onto his knees next to Daniel as lando scooted in the middle so his face was right in front of your pussy.

Carlos and Charles spread your legs further before Lando slowly let his tongue glide over your cunt, making you jump and squeak.

“N-No!“ you shook your head as Carlos quickly caught your wrists and held them forcefully behind your back so you couldn’t move, “Please n-no, I can’t anymore!“ you whined loudly.

Max smiled and shook his head, knowing that as long as you don’t say the safe word, you are perfectly able to take more…

Daniel jerked himself off while he kept a close eye on your teary and messy face.

Carlos watched Lando eat your cunt over your shoulder while Charles tried his best to also jerk himself off, his other hand spreading your leg widely apart for Lando.

“Mhmm, how does it taste?“ Daniel asked with a grin as he watched Lando who immediately hummed into your pussy and smiled.

The British driver sucked for a few more seconds on your clit and lapped your juice up at your entrance before he removed his face from your pussy and looked over at Daniel, his lips and chin all wet,

“Really good, like… so delicious,“ he mumbled as he licked lips with a wide and happy smile.

Daniel chuckled before he scooted closer,

“scoot over a bit,“ he said to Lando before he leaned forward and spat on your clit, watching it run down to your hole before he shoved his spit into your already wet entrance with his tongue, exploring your hole with his long and obviously skilled tongue.

You jumped and swiftly grabbed Carlos’s arm, squeezing his biceps, “ah, please! s-stop..“ you whined pathetically in a high pitched tone but Daniel didn’t even react to it, he simply continued eating you out, lapping your juice up like it’s the best thing he ever tasted.

Daniel groaned, “fucking best thing I’ve ever tasted,“ he said in a deep tone before he ran his fingertips along your drenched slit.

Suddenly, max stood up with a stern gaze,

“Alright boys, your times up,“ he mumbled deeply, making the other drivers sigh and stand up to put their clothes back on.

Right when Charles reached for the door to open it and leave your hotel room with the other boys, max spoke up again, “Where are you going?“

Lando cleared his throat, “You said that we get thirty minutes with her and then we’re done.“

Max nodded slowly with a grin, “Yes, but I never said that you’ll leave afterwards, you guys are gonna stay here and watch me fuck her,“ your boyfriend said in a firm tone while he already grabbed your weak legs and carelessly laid you down onto the messy bed, spreading your legs for him.

Carlos and Charles bit their lips, watching your pussy closely, their hands already creeping down to their crotch’s again.

Lando and daniel gulped and also watched with dark eyes as max spit into his hand and smeared it all over his hard cock before he quickly entered you.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, quickly glancing over at the four other drivers with wide and teary eyes, making them all either gulp or gasp.

“Shit, already been fucked by two different men and still so tight,“ he groaned as he fully entered you, his palms squeezing your thighs, clearly leaving handprints just like Carlos did on your hips.

You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, tears running down your heated cheeks, “god! Max please!“ you screamed, fisting the sheets next to your hips, “I can’t-”

“Oh yes you can, angel,“ max replied before he leaned forward, his palms next to your head as he roughly fucked your already overused hole, making you cry more.

You gulped, tasting your salty tears, “I c-can’t! I think-”

Max looked at you, “yes you can,“ he nodded before he glanced over at the other boys who messily palmed themselves through their pants again.

Carlos was groaning as he watched your trembling figure with dark eyes, Charles was harshly biting his bottom lip while he had his eyes on your glistening cunt.

Daniel was also groaning there and then as he observed how your brows were furrowed, how your whines and cries got more high pitched and how tight you were fisting the sheets.

But Lando seemed almost shy as he palmed himself through his pants, eyes wide and switching between your pussy and your messed up face, there and then also glancing at your bouncing tits.

“You guys see how good I’m fucking her?“ max said with a firm tone at the other drivers with a confident smirk.

The other boys only looked jealous, jealous and unbelievably horny as they watched you being fucked once again while max gave them a little speech about how you’re his.

“I know you all just really enjoyed taking turns on my girlfriend but at the end of the day it’s my girlfriend, understand?“ the Dutch driver raised his brows at the other men in the room who couldn’t keep their eyes off of your sinful figure.

They all slowly nodded, Charles still tightly gripping the door handle — on the one hand he just wanted to leave so he wouldn’t needed to get tortured by only watching you anymore but on the other hand he wanted to stay in this room forever.

“Turn your head, baby,“ max told you in a quiet but firm tone before he grabbed your chin and turned your head himself, forcing you to look at the other drivers with teary and fucked out eyes, “just like that, look at them-”

“C-Can I cum?“ you asked them as you felt your orgasm creeping up again but max only growled and turned your face back towards him.

His thrust got slower but harsher, hitting your sweet spot every single time, “You want permission to come? You ask me, you understand?“

You gulped before you nodded and whined loudly, “May I come?“ you screamed.

Max nodded as he continued fucking you at a steady pace, “you may come, baby,“ he leaned down and kissed your forehead as you screamed and cried, releasing your juice all over him, making the bedsheets even wetter than before.

Your boyfriend took deep breaths before he waved his hand carelessly into the direction of the door, “only I can make her come like that, and now get out.“

Charles was the first one to nod and stop palming his erection through his pants before he swiftly opened the door and left, Carlos, Daniel and Lando quickly following him, walking through the halls towards their hotel room with they hands over their private areas, trying their best to cover their immense boners.

After the boys left, max rolled over on the bed so he was laying on his back, carefully pulling you on top of him.

“I am so proud of you, so so so proud of you, baby,“ he stroked your head before he kissed it with a tiny smile, making you smile a tiny bit as well.

You gulped and nodded, your limbs still a bit shaky as max spoke up again, “And I told you that I’ll fuck you in front of the other drivers if you continue flirting with them like that.“

“I wasn’t flirting,-”

“What was that?“ he raised his brows, quickly shutting you up.

“Nothing, maxie baby,“ you grinned before you pecked his jaw and max only chuckled,

“Nothing she says,“ he mumbled in a deep tone, making you gulp in nervousness while he continued caressing you in a gentle manner.

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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Cardcaptor Sakura - Syaoran Li & Touya Kinomoto

A/N: Third and last comm of this batch for @wertzunge! Again, thank you for your patience and support, my dear client, ehe ~

Also, thank you for letting me write for such a fun duo! I couldn't help but tot feel a little nostalgic, hahah

Summary: Touya notices he has a contestant for Yukito's attention.

Word count: 1003 words

Silence filled the whole room as the two stared into each others’ narrowed eyes. If looks could kill, this would be the fiercest of battles. Meanwhile, Sakura and Yukito chuckled, nervously, and tried to find a way to ease the tension that took over the place.

“Why are you here?” Syaoran asked, nearly hissed. It was clear he had made no effort to conceal his disgust or annoyance.

Touya, on the other hand, was a tad more skilled in doing so. The snark and sarcasm in his words, however, remained as clear as daylight. “Oi, Yukito is my guest. You shouldn’t be talki-”

“I wasn’t talking about him,” the younger retorted, crossing his eyes in front of his eyes and puffing out his cheeks slightly. Of course the problem here wasn’t Yukito, but rather the one currently taking all his attention to himself.

That little brat, Touya thought. If it was Sakura acting like that, he wouldn’t think twice before smacking her head. “I live here, you-”

“Caham,” a soft, gentle (and fake) cough interrupted, deciding to stop this whole scene before it unfolded into something worse - as if it was possible to do so. “Hmm, I think we will have more people for dinner than we first anticipated,” Yukito commented casually, wearing his friendly smile on his lips as usual. “Sakura-chan, could you help me prepare some snacks?”

“U-uh? Me?” She blinked, pointing at herself in confusion.

“Yeah, why her?” Touya continued, tilting his head and, now, directing his concerned look towards his boyfriend. “You’re the guest, you shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

Yukito chuckled, of course his little attempt would make it unnoticed. “Well, it seems you and Syaoran-kun have a lot to talk about, right? Besides, Sakura-chan wanted me to show a new recipe. Isn’t that right, Sakura-chan?” He winked, giving her a subtle hint.

“T-that’s right!” She nodded promptly, not even sure what Yukito meant with that, but feeling it would be better to agree than question it. “I will show where we keep the, um… t-the ingredients!”

Barely giving the other two time to question it, Yukito was already back into his feet, walking towards the kitchen, while Sakura fetched her apron. “Wait a bit, Li, I will be right back!”

“B-but, Sakura,” I don’t want to be alone with [him], he wanted to say, but she was already joining Yukito over the other side of the kitchen’s counter. Damn it. 

One couldn’t not deny that Yukito’s plan of making peace worked - the little banter was over, after all - but it took them barely a couple of seconds before silence sunk in again. “Tsk,” Touya groaned, resting his elbow on the armrest of the couch and leaning his head on his hand.

All he wanted was a peaceful, nice evening with Yukito, just that. And just when he thought Sakura would stop bothering them, her friend also began to fight for Yukito’s attention. Just his luck, Touya thought.

Having his eyes closed to drift into his thoughts, Touya failed to notice the moves around him. It was not until he felt a shift in the couch that he looked around again, only to find Syaoran sitting on the other end. In Yukito’s place, to be more precise. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he had a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyes glued to - of course - Yukito, following his every move in the kitchen. That’s it, Touya thought.

“You’ll scare him like that,” Touya muttered out loud, hiding his smirk behind his hand while avoiding eye contact.

The reaction came immediately with Syaoran nearly jumping off the couch, startled. “W-what? What do you mean? I’m just watching them!” He groaned, frowning.

“I’m not talking about that,” Touya continued, showing the boy his smirk before tapping the corner of his own lips, “you should see your face right now. So scary ~” he teased. “Here, let me help you!”

Closing the already short distance between them, Touya closed his hand around one of Syaoran’s ankles, pulling his leg into his lap and forcing the boy to lay on his side. “W-what are you dohoh- AHAhaha, n-no! LehEHEhet go!”

All Syaoran could see was his slipper being tossed over Touya’s shoulder before five fingers skittered across his socked sole. Thanks to their sizes’ difference, Touya could easily go from Syaoran’s heel up to his toes in a single swipe of his finger, making the whole process of tickling that brat into his place much easier. “Ah, that’s better. Don’t you think you should greet Yukito with a friendly smile instead of that ugly frown?”

“I dihihihdn’t!” Syaoran laughed, trying to pull his leg free from Touya’s grip, but lacking strength to do so. “AhahAHah, i-it tihihickles! StahAHAHap!”

“Eh? But Yukito is busy cooking,” Touya muttered, chuckling along with the other as he raked his fingers down Syaoran’s arch, scratching his foot and focusing the tickling on random spots of his sock. “He didn’t see you smiling, I can’t stop yet.” Touya mocked, his words barely audible over the boy’s laughter, but extremely effective in making Syaoran blush even harder in a matter of seconds.

If you asked him, Touya would promptly deny that he was moved out of jealousy. Him, feeling insecure and bothered because Sakura’s friend wouldn’t stop staring at his boyfriend? Never. Still, if that little brat wanted Yukito’s attention so bad, then Touya didn’t mind giving him a hand. 

A couple meters away, over the kitchen’s counter, Sakura glanced back at the couch, a bit stunned by the scene. Poor Syaoran seemed to be having a tough time dealing with her annoying big brother.

“Anything wrong, Sakura-chan?” Yukito hummed, barely minding the squeals and giggles coming from the other end of the room - he was too busy cutting the vegetables to do so, anyway.

“N-no, it’s just that they seem to be having fun,” Sakura nodded, turning back around. Hang in there, Li, she thought, I will come to rescue you once I finish this dish with Yukito!

[theaawalker]

HEARTCRUSHER! [Mike Schmidt x fem!reader]

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Song Inspo: Washing Machine Heart by Mitski Word Count: 1,053 Summary: You have a terrible secret by which you confide in Chica. What happens when that secrets is revealed? Will the man of your dreams let you down gently or crush your heart? Warnings: slight slowburn Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I sighed unhappily as I sat on the edge of the show stage, swinging my legs as I pondered my thoughts. I was so lost in my mind that I didn’t notice the blonde girl approaching me until she was right in front of me.

“Hey Y/N!” I jumped at her voice and she giggled, giving me a hug.

“H-Hey Chica! Sorry for zoning out there, but I wasn’t expecting company. I thought you’d be making pizzas again.” The girl giggled and jumped up beside me, excitedly gripping onto my arm.

“Well, Mike was getting worried- he has been in the office playing card games with Foxy, Bonnie and Freddy, and every time he looked up you were just sitting here staring off into space. He wondered if it was girlie issues and asked me to come and see if you were alright.” Chica explained, wrapping an arm around me.

“W-Well, there is something wrong… I-I like someone-“ Chica squealed in delight “-But I don’t know whether they like me back.”

“Who is it?” Chica whispered, eyes wide as she gripped my hand in excitement.

“M-Mike…” I whispered, scared he’d hear me on the cameras. Chica shrieked and began jumping up and down, clapping her hands.

“OMG! OMG! OMG! THIS IS AMAZING! YOU HAVE TO ASK HIM! IF YOU TWO GET TOGETHER NOW I WILL EXPLODE! NOTHING EVER HAPPENS HERE AND NOW SOMETHING MIGHT AND OMG YOU HAVE TO ASK TO ASK HIM, I CAN’T!” She collapsed into a squealing mess on the floor, and I looked at my watch, moaning when I realized it was only three am and I’d already broken Chica.

“Chica, keep your voice down, he might hear!” I hissed, and the blonde looked up at me, eyes shining and a big smile covering her face.

“Come, you can ask him now!”

“No! I mean, what if he doesn’t like me back? Things would get really awkward around here.”

“Well, I think he does love you back. Whenever you aren’t here, he talks about you constantly. For example, you know at Christmas when you were ill? He was worried sick about you; kept pacing around and whispering about how he should be with you and helping you, not in a rotting pizzeria. So go and tell him your feelings- I’ll come with you for moral support.” I smiled weakly at my best friend and linked arms with her, walking up to the office, my nerves building with every step.

“Heya, boys!” Chica called, giving the group of males a slight wave.

“Hello, Chica! What can we do for you ladies?” Freddy greeted, standing and giving us both a kiss on our hands.

“I have something to tell Mike…” I murmured quietly, and Freddy raised his eyebrow before signaling to Foxy and Bonnie to leave. “We will leave you in peace- you seem very nervous, so it is probably a private matter.”

“Thank you, Freddy.” The bear smiled and walked out, Chica winking at me and following him out. Mike gave me a small smile as I sat down opposite him, nervously fiddling with my hands.

“What did you need to ask me?” He asked, gathering up all the cards and tidying them away.

“W-Well… C-Can I just say that I appreciate your concern, and that you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.” Mike ducked his head and I saw a blush on his face; I knew he hardly ever expressed his feelings, but decided to carry on anyway. “But, I just… I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” At this sentence, Mike looked up, panic in his blue eyes.

“What?”

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore. If it’s alright with you, I was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend…” My voice grew quieter towards the end, but I knew Mike had heard me just fine as his eyes had widened and his mouth was hanging open.

“I… I-I…”

“You know what, forget I asked.” I muttered, standing up and moving to rush out of the office. A hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me, and I was flung back, falling into Mike’s body. I was then spun around so I was facing him and before I had chance to from a coherent thought a pair of lips were on mine, a hand on the back of my head stopping me from pulling away. When I got over the shock I realized that Mike was kissing me, and I slowly closed my eyes, placing my hands on his chest and kissing back, feeling a warmth spread though my entire body. I felt Mike relax and the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair wrapped around my waist, so that our bodies were touching in every way possible. We fell into an easy rhythm and I melted against him, all sense of thought leaving my brain. When we pulled away we were both out of breath and both blushing hard.

“I love you Y/N... I have for a while, but as you know I’m not good at expressing my emotions, so I never thought I would tell you, but I do. I love you.” I smiled at his words and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

“I love you to, Mike. And I don’t care if you don’t show your love much, because that’s what makes you, well, you, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.” He gave me a shy smile and kissed my forehead, both of us still intertwined in the other’s arms.

“OMG I KNEW IT! BONNIE YOU OWE ME YOUR GUITAR!”

“… God damnit Chica…” Bonnie muttered from the other door, both Mike and I jumping away from each other and seeing the other animatronics surrounding the doors.

“WE’VE BEEN SPOTTED! ABORT MISSION!” Chica shrieked, both her and Bonnie running away.

“I’m so sorry about those two… But congratulations you to! It’s about time something happened around here.” Freddy stated before walking off, leaving Mike and I embarrassed and confused.

“So… what now?” Mike asked, and I smirked.

“In the morning, you are taking me out for breakfast and we can have our first date.” I stated and Mike chuckled, pulling me in for another kiss.

“Whatever you say Doll, whatever you say.”

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Happy Birthday to My Beloved Blorbo, Oda Sakunosuke! 🎉

AAAAAAA

he's so beautiful I can't-

(long post ahead)

this is the guy who

used to be an assassin at age 14

quit his job after reading a book and meeting its author (asagiri behavior btw - the 'left his job cause he wanted to write' part lol)

saw an injured dazai and brought him in his house (lit the equivalent of seeing a random injured criminal and knowingly bringing him into your house lol)

wrapped dazai in a blanket, trapped him in his house until he recovered safely

reacted to dazai's unhinged behavior and threats with an 'oh okay' attitude (unironically btw. he's really just like that TT)

was strong enough to be mistaken for a WHOLE organization

no one even had clues that it was him TT

made dazai embarrassed

“Of course, you would be wary of the switch. So, I had to distract you by conversation.”

“So, the games and the flow of conversation till now, were both according to your plan, you mean?”

“Hehe. Saying important things as a camouflage to get what you want. That is the basis of the negotiation technique.”

I ask as I organize the cards, “Which is camouflage of which?”

Dazai's expression turns blank for a second, as if he has been caught off guard. But it is only for a moment. He turns his head to the side to hide his expression and smiles. If I am not wrong, there is an embarrassed expression on his face. It is under the dark lighting of the bar, so I might have been mistaken though.

-- The Day I Picked Up Dazai (TDIPUD) (translation by @popopretty; you can find it in her tags i think)

^^ LOL. Oda 'I might have been mistaken' Sakunosuke (this is the guy who understood Dazai the most)

had a conversation with Shibusawa in Dead Apple and wasn't killed - in fact, Shibasawa even wanted to talk to him again if he had the chance (Oda TT he's got that 'I attract mentally unstable people and fix them' rizz lmao. Fyodor, take down notes).

did not expect Dazai to ask for a second meeting:

Dazai’s wounds have already crossed the most critical time. Just leave them like that and they will heal on their owns. My role here is over. So is our relationship.

Dazai nods and takes the cards from me. Then in a casual tone, he says those words.

“When are we meeting next?”

I stop what I am doing and look at Dazai.

-- TDIPUD

(Oda really said 'no' to attachment issues SAJDIAFJ. he's the kind of wonderful guy you meet once online and feel sad cause you can't find them again TT)

was the lowest ranking member in the mafia (and he slayed it too. did the jobs no one else wanted ugh)

despite the typical black-suit-shades look that low ranking mafiosos wore, Oda wore a BRIGHT COLORED, beige cream coat (do yall realize how much this must have made him stand out?? in a pool full of black - he stood out. Also the fact that mafiosos wear black so that blood isn't visible when it stains -- but Oda DECIDED TO STOP killing people hence why he didn't need to wear black. UgH such an icon ✨.)

survived the Dragon Heads Conflict (obviously 🙄)

adopted 5 orphans from that conflict

supported them financially, visited them on weekends, left them under the care of the curry-shop owner, connected w them!!!

managed a few shops for the mafia (reread Dark Era if you missed this detail; p. 94)

listener friend; listened to Dazai's antics and took them seriously (I bet he's the type who never forgets any minor detail their friend tells him)

joined in Dazai's chaos and hugged and tickled Ango (sibling behavior lol. Oda's just as chaotic - only difference is he does it with a straight face 😭 if Oda was in the ADA, Kunikida would grow white hair LOL. Imagine the chaos he and Dazai would bring TT - plus Dazai would be 10x happier. friendly reminder that Dazai gave Ango and Oda drugged food and when he offered to cook again, Oda's response was 'If it keeps you from getting tired, then it might be pretty useful before a hard day's work' like BRUH elfeofk.)

this isn't noticeable at first but despite always seeing himself as less than Dazai cause of their rank, Oda literally called Dazai by his name in front of the other mafia members (and no - he didn't even consciously think about it 😭). Imagine being a random mafioso and suddenly you see the lowest ranking member call an executive informally. like??? Oda's co-workers would call Dazai 'Dazai-san' while Oda be out there speaking casually like 'hey dude.' It's funny cause Oda is dense so he prob didn't even think of 'Office Codes' (yk the typical social rules where if ur friends w ur boss u call them formally at work? yea. Oda does not care LOL.)

He has good intuition

[Then I looked myself in my room and cycled through my thoughts [...] I listened only to my heartbeat as I observed the emotions bubbling up from within me like foam. I had a feeling something would happen[...]it was the small tinge everyone gets before something's about to happen. But realistically, there was virtually nothing I could do about it until it actually occurred and slapped me in the face. The world isn't kind. You have to be tough.] << relatable.

He sassed Mori HELP 😂😭

"At any rate, you just got here. You did not see a thing. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded in agreement. [...] "I only just arrived. Thank you for taking a break from undressing a young girl and chasing her around the room for me. So what was it you needed me for?"

The boss pinched his brows together for a few moments to think before nodding as if he had made up his mind. -- The Dark Era

He can see into the future

this is honestly a cool ability with so much potential. I'm going to promote this post by @raaanpo because why not. it's cool. :)

Such a caring friend (he gave Ango the benefit of the doubt, was crushed at the betrayal, and the way he thinks about dazai i cant- TT)

I already knew what Dazai was trying to say and what his intentions were and yet I had no choice but to scrutinize his every word to find some sort of silver lining.

"Maybe Ango really was lying but he's an informant who deals with top-secret information on the Mafia. It's only natural he'd have a secret meeting or two. You can't blame him for that"

-- p.46, Dark Era (DE)

**

"Hey Dazai" [...] "Is there any possibility that someone framed Ango and is pulling the strings from behind the scenes?" -- p.61, DE

**

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ango turn his back to me before leaving with the Special Forces. [...] My tongue numb, I called out to Ango as he left, but even I didn't know what I was saying. An indescribable feeling of loneliness was the only thing filling my heart...as if I were floating at the end of the universe. Even that was swallowed by darkness. My consciousness faded to black. -- p.90, DE

**

"Dazai, stop" I begged in a hushed tone. [...]

"Dazai!" I screamed. I felt as though we were thousands of miles apart. [...]

"Sorry to shock you like that" (&lt;< dazai's the one speaking here btw) [...]

Had our ranks or relations been any different, I probably would have punched him right then. (note: this reminds me of when Fukuzawa slapped Ranpo TT) However, I am me and there was nothing I could do to him.

After returning my gun to its holster, I turned my back to Dazai and began walking away. With every step I took, I felt as if the ground were going to collapse, creating a bottomless hole that I would fall through for an eternity. Dazai's expression as he placed his finger on his forehead and approached the enemy-- that of a child about to burse into tears--remained burned into my eyes. -- chap 1, DE

^^ it's giving friend-who-knows-you're-depressed-but-waits-for-you-to-tell-them energy like 😭😭bruh Oda knew. he knew dazai was depressed but he didn't push him about it. he just listened to any of dazai's ramblings and was there for him. ugh. Oda TT

also oda and ango :")

Ango looked at us and continued, "If there ever comes a time when the Division and the Mafia no longer exist...if we're ever freed from the confines of our work...do you think we can drink here again like this?"

"Don't say any more, Ango" a voice said nearby. It was my voice. "Just don't." [...]

I figured that was probably the last time I would ever see him.

(I still maintain the belief that Oda only said this because he knew the tensions were high and Dazai literally just threatened to torture and kill Ango moments ago. That last line hurts, man.)

Insecure king

(despite being a powerful ex assassin and supporting 5 kids - my goodness does Oda have insecurity issues :") )

These are just some scenes of Oda not realizing what a king he is 😭

This was Dazai though; he was probably just talking out of his ass. A man in his twenties isn't going to be much of a balm for anyone's soul. -- p.17, DE

(help why does this sound so funny 😂)

I nodded. Dazai was always right and I was always doing the wrong thing. -- p.40, DE

"Maybe I should recruit them.." Dazai smirked while wiping his sweat. "I heard all about it, Odasaku. You're raising five kids, huh? And not only that, they're orphans from the Dragon Head's Conflict."

Even if I'd tried to hide it, Dazai would've been able to figure it out with just half a day's worth of research. -- p.56, DE

(says the guy who managed to hide the painting without anyone knowing. Ngl Dazai was kind of being a dick here TT).

Even if I took Ango's side there, nothing would change. (note: oda sweetie, you're starting to act like Dazai TT.) There was no way to break out of Dazai's trap around the bar's perimeter and the children would be killed if I betrayed the Mafia. --p.119, DE

^^ see what I'm talking about? tensions were high. it's not like Oda hated Ango. He just didn't want to escalate the situation. And plus, Oda's never been a false-hope type of guy. So when he rejected Ango's wish, it doesn't mean he hates him or doesn't want to be friends anymore. he's just protecting himself from getting his hopes up and being realistic. On another note, I think being in the Mafia def affected Oda negatively. He was much more confident in TDIPD. :(

Lost king

After getting into the car, I recklessly hightailed it to the office. I don't really remember much about what happened along the way; I might've driven down the three-lane highway in the wrong direction two or three times. -- chap 1, DE

If someone were to peer inside my mind at that moment, they would've witnessed something akin to a massive volcanic eruption. Countless question marks would have been blasting out of the crater, blanketing the sky in its entirety. And yet, the only visible reaction I had was a twitch of a finger. -- p.18, DE

I ended up standing in front of the son and introducing myself. As “the person who killed your father.” There was no word that could describe how angry the son was. He had all the rights to be angry. [...] He was hitting me, throwing stuff at me, and attacking me with all sorts of insults. I could easily dodge all of his attacks, but there was no way to avoid the insults.

When he became exhausted from all the rampage and finally sat down, I explained to him about the killing. After that, he demanded a compensation. For his father’s life, and for the rental fee of that book I took without permission. -- TDIPD

(bruh. Oda's wildin 😭 pulled up at the front door and said 'yeah I killed your father' like DJFWEIJF. If Oda became an author, he would def be openly weird like the author of chainsaw man and he'd be the type to share life lore w his fans despite it being illegal😭:

'Oda! I'm a big fan! I have a question. Did you ever kill a person? Why is your writing so good at capturing that stuff?'

I'm willing to bet good money he would actually answer that question honestly.

RBF king

I was sure I looked even grumpier than usual [...] I wasn't actually in a bad mood though. It was merely a problem of balance because my hands were full [...]. You'd need a little training to carry these with a smile. -- p.121, DE

('you'd need a little training to carry these with a smile.' << it's giving uncle vibes 😭)

Writer's block king

"Because there's only one story I want to write, and it's in here." I tapped my temple. "Unfortunately, I don't have the necessary tools or skills to bring this story to life. I feel like a lost mountaineer standing before the tallest, most sacred mountain in the world with just a single, tiny ax" -- BEAST LN

(Oda stop being so relatable...)

Was a good mentor to Akutagawa in BEAST LN (lit trained him, was okay w his antics, and was willing to go against the Mafia for him. Dazai who? Akutagawa was WAY more stable with Oda as his mentor 😭)

"How are you earning enough to take care of them?" (<< Aku asking)

"That's a secret." Oda let out a faint, almost inaudible laugh.

**

What I needed to do now, however, was worry about the new recruit, since he was a hundred times more messed up in the head than me.

**

Dazai walked over with a faint, indecipherable smile. "I've been training Atsushi for four and a half years, yet you beat him. It's hard to believe..." (uhm duh. that's cause he was trained by Oda 🙄💅who doesn't abuse his students unlike y-)

**

"Akutagawa, it was actually Oda who obtained this video," said Tanizaki who was seated. "Even with Ranpo's Super Deduction and Oda's extraordinary skill, Flawless [...], it took them three whole days to sneak into the secret facility and steal the footage. That just shows you how extremely dangerous the mission was and how hard it was to get this information."

That was when it hit Akutagawa. He had just recently been asked to watch over the orphans for three days while Oda was out of town on business.

ugH. KING behavior 😩👑

He's read the Bible

"John 12:24. You're surprisingly well read, Sakunosuke." --p.144, DE

^^ imagine if he and Fyodor had a conversation. that would be p. interesting.

was kind to the curry shop owner (ill elaborate later cause im so sleepy rn)

--- and so much more. I actually have a whole fanfic in my head of Oda TT (and that Oda is a lot different from the one in canon but is based off of him. yeah...I like Oda if u couldn't alr tell.😭)

I urge yall to please read Dark Era and The Day I Picked Up Dazai. It captures his character way more than the anime.

To end this post, I want to give tribute to the IRL! Oda Sakunosuke cause that's who the bsd character is based from and Oct 26 is his actual birthday 😸

About the Real Oda:

List of some of his works:

Thank youu 🥳

I hope this post encourages more oda love lol. he's such a king. 💅

tagging @carbonateds-oda because I need someone to share my unhinged Oda thoughts too 😭😩

(feel free to ignore btw or lmk if it bothers u. i feel like ive been too interactive lately TT)

anywy, happy birthday odasaku! 🥳🥳👑

[silver-wield]

Ah! Thank you for posting it despite the spoilers.

I'd like to add what I meant by "the player wanting to spend more time" in regards to getting that optional line after her HA gsd. This is is reference to her resolution line of it feeling real when it's not, just an imagination. I believe this is the accumulation of that because afterwards this line, you see her happy and YOU a player who LOVES HER AS A CHARACTER, thinks cloud ("you") will reciprocate her feelings. It's a bait for YOU, only to be let down with a non optional "you're weird" from cloud. As a fan of hers , that MUST STING very much to see her face after being happy. The whole creepy event emphasizes this portion anyway, but getting tifa's HA gsd will make the most sense, that's coherent to the canon story. The one where he's more nonchalant, not upbeat, just saying nakama. Tbh i don't recall the framing, but I remember we only hear him out of frame. Not see him say it. So it could be the player as well. Maybe. Either way the damming part is what comes after, not the Nakama one. They DO NOT BELONG NOR FIT TOGETHER. w/ or w/o Zack and Tifa existing, nope, the whole creepy date shows that. So drop the "what ifs" already. They have like 666 dates the whole game.. and yet cloud still says when it's her HA gsd "we'll create more memories" as if those 666 "dates" weren't enough (well because she was trying to get into his pants, they were not standing on the same page for the entirety of the game!). So this might just be cloud desperately trying to create a genuine memory of friendship for heck's sake. YET she confesses as if she's never learned and that's why he called her weird. It's like when you're with your buddy and you say "hey man, let's do this again, I never had this much fun in a long time" and then they suddenly out of nowhere told you "hey, you know what I like you ... Etc". NO WONDER CLOUD THINKS IT'S WEIRD! aerith, get on with the memo already here! This is friendly outing nothing more! But this is the most positive outcome for the scene. In tifa's HA gsd, it's all very stern and serious. Still uncomfortable till the end.

So what exactly do they have left than just their bonds of Zack and saving the world? Nothing much. Aerith is here to support cloud even till AC just like Zack, but it's her way to thank him for reminding her of what's important to her the most, Zack (LSW).

+ hehe remember that nomura branching paths statement? That's where I remember the "make more memories" , "if you want to spend more time with her". You can as a player, but you can't have control over him. And most especially his romantic feelings. This is literally the most brutal amplification of the whole "keep hoping" concept. Choose something, yet it all ends up not to your liking anyway. Because Cloud himself doesn't think of her that way, not even close, not even an option, NOPE.

[feelgoodbridgerton]

Chapter 5: A Chance for Friendship

Ingrid is sitting on a bench, tears streaming down her face. She holds a handkerchief to her eyes, trying to stifle her sobs.

Anthony is walking with Kate, holding her hand. He spots Ingrid and stops. "Look, Kate. Isn’t that Miss Whittington?"

Kate follows his gaze and sees Ingrid. She frowns with concern. "Yes, it is. She looks very upset. Do you think we should talk to her?"

Anthony hesitates, feeling conflicted. "I don’t know, Kate. She might not want to see us. She might not want to see anyone."

Kate tugs on his hand, urging him to move. "Oh, Anthony. Don’t be so heartless. She’s clearly in need of some comfort and support. Come on, let’s go and see if we can help her."

Anthony resists, feeling reluctant. "All right, Kate. If you insist. But don’t expect me to be friendly with her. You know how I feel about her."

Kate sighs, feeling frustrated. "Yes, I know. You think she’s a scheming and lying harlot who tried to trap Mr. Stirling into marriage with a false pregnancy. But you’re wrong, Anthony. You’re so wrong."

Anthony shakes his head, feeling stubborn. "No, I’m not wrong, Kate. I’m right. Mr. Stirling told me himself that she was pregnant with his child, and that he couldn’t marry her because he loved someone else."

Kate rolls her eyes, feeling annoyed. "Anthony, you’re being foolish and gullible. Mr. Stirling is the one who’s lying, not Miss Whittington. He’s the one who betrayed her and left her at the altar. He’s the one who married another woman who was already pregnant with his child."

Anthony gasps, feeling shocked "What? What are you talking about? How do you know that?" Kate repeats what she heard earlier. "Oh… oh god what have I done?" Asks shocked.

Anthony clenches his jaw, feeling determined. "I mean, I want to talk to her, Kate. I want to talk to Miss Whittington."

Kate raises her eyebrows, feeling curious. "You do? You want to talk to her?"

Anthony nods, feeling sincere. "Yes, Kate. I do want to talk to her."

Kate smiles, feeling hopeful. "Well then… why don’t you go and talk to her?" Anthony bites his lip, feeling nervous. "Well… I don’t know, Kate. I don’t know if she’ll want to talk to me. After all, I’ve been very rude and unkind to her."

Kate shrugs, feeling casual. "There’s only one way to find out, Anthony. There’s only one way to find out if she’ll want to talk to you." Anthony tilts his head, feeling curious. "And what’s that, Kate?"

Kate points at Ingrid, feeling helpful. "That, Anthony. That’s Miss Whittington sitting on that bench over there, crying her heart out."

Anthony looks at Ingrid, feeling guilty. "Oh… oh, Kate. She looks so sad. She looks so broken."

Kate nods, feeling sympathetic. "She is, Anthony. She is sad and broken. And you’re partly responsible for that, Anthony. You’re partly responsible for making her feel that way."

Anthony lowers his head, feeling ashamed. "I know, Kate. I know. And I’m sorry, Kate. I’m so sorry."

Kate pats her husbands shoulder, feeling compassionate. "Don’t be sorry to me, Anthony. Be sorry to her. Be sorry to Miss Whittington."

Anthony lifts his head, feeling anxious. "But… but how do I do that, Kate? How do I apologize to her?"

Kate suggests a simple plan. "Why don’t you start by saying hello to her? And then tell her who you are and why you’re here. And then ask her if she’ll forgive you and listen to you."

Anthony frowns, feeling doubtful. "Do you think she’ll do that, Kate? Do you think she’ll forgive me and listen to me?"

Kate shrugs again, feeling uncertain. "I don’t know, Anthony. I don’t know what she’ll do. But I hope she will. I hope she’ll give you a chance."

Anthony smiles faintly, feeling hopeful too. "So do I, Kate. So do I."

Kate pushes him gently towards Ingrid. "Well then… what are you waiting for? Go on and talk to her."

Anthony takes a deep breath, feeling nervous. "All right, Kate. All right. I’ll go and talk to her."

Kate watches him go, feeling proud. "Good luck, Anthony. Good luck." She whispers.

Anthony walks towards Ingrid, feeling nervous. "Excuse me… excuse me, Miss Whittington?"

Ingrid lifts her head and sees Anthony. She wipes her tears and frowns. "Mr. Bridgerton? What are you doing here?"

Anthony clears his throat and looks nervous. "Miss Whittington, I… I came to apologize to you. I came to apologize for how I treated you, and what I believed about you, and what I said to you."

Ingrid raises her eyebrows and looks surprised. "Apologize? For what?"

Anthony looks guilty and looks down. "For everything, Miss Whittington. For everything. For trusting Mr. Stirling’s lies about you. For blaming you for being pregnant with his child. For forcing him to marry you. For insulting you and shaming you in front of everyone." Ingrid looks angry and looks away. "Yes, Mr. Bridgerton. You did all that. You did all that and more. You wounded me deeply, Mr. Bridgerton. You wounded me more than anyone else."

Anthony He looks sad and looks at her. "I know, Miss Whittington. I know. And I’m sorry, Miss Whittington. I’m so sorry."

Ingrid looks skeptical and looks back at him. "Sorry? Sorry is not enough, Mr. Bridgerton. Sorry doesn’t change anything. Sorry doesn’t fix anything." Anthony looks desperate and looks into her eyes. "I know, Miss Whittington. I know. But please, Miss Whittington. Please give me a chance to make amends to you. Please give me a chance to show you that I’ve changed."

Ingrid looks doubtful and looks away again. "A chance? A chance for what, Mr. Bridgerton? A chance for what?" Anthony looks hopeful and looks at her again. "A chance for… a chance for friendship, Miss Whittington. A chance for friendship."

Ingrid looks confused and looks back at him. "Friendship? Friendship with you, Mr. Bridgerton? Why would I want that?" Anthony looks sincere and looks into her eyes. "Because… because I want that, Miss Whittington. Because I want to be your friend." Ingrid looks incredulous and looks away again. "You want to be my friend? You want to be my friend after everything you’ve done to me?"

Anthony looks earnest and looks at her again. "Yes, Miss Whittington. Yes, I do want to be your friend." Ingrid looks curious and looks back at him. "Why? Why do you want to be my friend?" Anthony looks honest and looks into her eyes. "Because… because I respect you, Miss Whittington. Because I respect your courage and your dignity and your eloquence."

Ingrid looks surprised and looks away again. "You respect me? You respect me after everything you’ve said to me?" Anthony looks ashamed and looks down. "Yes, Miss Whittington. Yes, I do respect you." Ingrid looks intrigued and looks back at him. "How? How can you respect me?"

Anthony explains, "Because… because Kate told me everything, Miss Whittington. Because Kate told me the truth about Mr. Stirling and his wife." Ingrid looks grateful and looks away again. "Kate? Kate told you the truth?" Anthony nods "Yes, Miss Whittington. Yes, she did tell me the truth."

Ingrid looks relieved and looks back at him. "Thank God for Kate. Thank God for her kindness and honesty." Anthony smiles slightly "Yes, Miss Whittington. Thank God for Kate."

Ingrid smiles slightly too "She’s a wonderful woman, isn’t she?" Anthony nods "Yes, Miss Whittington. She is a wonderful woman."

Ingrid looks fondly at him "And she loves you very much."

Anthony offers Ingrid his arm she accepts it gratefully they both walk back towards Kate.

 Kate smiles as she sees them approaching "There you are. I was wondering where you went." Anthony smiles back at her. "We just had a little chat, that’s all." Kate raises an eyebrow "A chat? About what?"

Anthony He looks at Ingrid "About… about the past, and the present, and the future."

Ingrid nods "Yes, about all that. Kate senses something has changed between them, but not in the way she expected "Well, I’m glad you two are getting along." Kate laughs, they laugh too. 

Ingrid notices the paper in Kate’s hand. "What’s that?" Kate hands it to Ingrid, Ingrid takes it from Kate and reads it.

Dear Readers,

It is with great pleasure and curiosity that I report to you the latest scandal that has rocked the ton. It involves none other than the infamous Mr. Henry Stirling, who left his bride-to-be, Miss Ingrid Whittington, at the altar six months ago, and married another woman, Mrs. Rosalind Stirling, who was already pregnant with his child.

You may recall, dear readers, that Mr. Stirling had claimed that Miss Whittington was pregnant with his child, and that he could not marry her because he loved someone else. This rumor, which was widely believed and circulated by his friends and acquaintances, including the honorable Mr. Anthony Bridgerton, caused Miss Whittington to suffer a great deal of humiliation and disgrace.

However, dear readers, it seems that the rumor was nothing but a lie. A lie concocted by Mr. Stirling himself, to cover up his own infidelity and cowardice. A lie that was exposed by Miss Whittington herself, who confronted Mr. Stirling and his wife at their house this morning.

I have it on good authority, dear readers, that Miss Whittington demanded an explanation and an apology from Mr. Stirling, who denied starting the rumor and blamed it on Mr. Bridgerton. Miss Whittington then asked him why he left her at the altar, and he confessed that he had to marry Mrs. Stirling because she was pregnant with his child.

Miss Whittington then turned to Mrs. Stirling, who used to be her friend and maid of honor, and asked her how long she had been pregnant and seeing Mr. Stirling. Mrs. Stirling admitted that she was four months pregnant and had been seeing Mr. Stirling for six months, meaning that they were having an affair while he was engaged to Miss Whittington.

Miss Whittington then expressed her anger and betrayal at Mrs. Stirling, who apologized profusely and claimed that she loved Mr. Stirling. Miss Whittington then told them both that they did not know what love was, and wished them congratulations on their marriage, their baby, and their happiness.

She then walked away from them with dignity and grace, leaving them behind with their guilt and shame. I must say, dear readers, that I admire Miss Whittington for her courage and eloquence in facing her former fiance and friend. She showed them both that she was not a woman to be trifled with or scorned.

I also must say, dear readers, that I pity Mr. Stirling and his wife for their unhappy and dishonest marriage. They may have each other, but they have lost the respect and trust of everyone else.

And I also must say, dear readers, that I wonder what Mr. Bridgerton will do now that he knows the truth about Mr. Stirling and Miss Whittington. Will he apologize to Miss Whittington for believing Mr. Stirling's lies? Will he try to make amends with her?

Only time will tell, dear readers. Only time will tell.

Until next time,

Your faithful servant, Lady Whistledown

"She wrote about me and Mr. Stirling" Ingrid says shocked. "Oh, my. She did indeed. And she didn’t spare any details." Kate says. "How does she know all this?' Ingrid asks.

"Miss Whittington, Lady Whistledown is a very mysterious and clever woman. She has a way of finding out everything that happens in the ton, and writing about it in her scandal sheet. She has a network of spies and informers, who report to her the latest gossip and secrets. She also has a knack for being at the right place at the right time, and observing the most interesting events. She may have seen you or heard about you from someone else, or she may have guessed from your absence and your expression. No one knows for sure how she does it, but she always does it. She always knows." Kate inquiries

"She’s very mysterious and clever, Anthony adds " Very witty and engaging too." Kate looks at him "Do you like her writing, Mr. Bridgerton?" Anthony nods "I do. I think she has a lot of talent and imagination." Kate smiles slyly and pulls him close, kisses him, leaving him breathless.

Ingrid Grins too, looking happy for them

Ingrid arrives home, feeling a mix of emotions. She was angry and hurt by Mr. Stirling and Mrs. Stirling, but also proud and relieved that she had confronted them. She was surprised and grateful by Anthony’s apology and friendship, but also curious and confused by his admiration. She was happy and thankful for Kate’s support.

She enters the house, and was greeted by her family. Her father, mother, and sisters were all sitting in the drawing room, reading Lady Whistledown’s latest paper. They looked up as they saw her, and their expressions changed from shock to joy.

“Thank God you’re back, Ingrid!” her mother exclaimed, rushing to hug her. “We were so worried about you!”

“We read what Lady Whistledown wrote about you and Mr. Stirling,” her father said, joining the embrace. “We’re so proud of you, Ingrid!”

“You showed them both, Ingrid!” her sister Clara said, clapping her hands. “You showed them who you are and what you deserve!”

“You’re amazing, Ingrid!” her sister Esme said, cheering her on. “You’re brave and eloquent and dignified!”

“You’re our hero, Ingrid!” her sister Adelaide said, admiring her. “You’re strong and smart and beautiful!”

Ingrid smiled at them all, feeling touched by their words. She hugged them back, feeling their love.

“Thank you all for your love and support,” she said. “I love you too.”

They all sat down in the drawing room, and talked about what had happened that day. They also talked about other things, such as the weather, the society, and the latest news. They laughed and joked and shared stories. They enjoyed each other’s company.

[buffa-z]

ep 28

sengoku game part 2

cliffhanger reveal! aaand hes totally fine. his real friends are here to protect him :) yay i hope this goes somewhere. this goes somewhere right

awesome that tycoon gets to have a badass moment! fuck yeah!

dont mind me just sleeping like a corpse or a dracula in the work lounge

you know its serious bc tsumuri didnt even do any of the "ace-sama" shit shes like "are you ok are you going to survive"

GENUINE EMOTION SPOTTED! QUICK! CUT TO COMMERCIAL!

now im not a fan of this episode. for obvious reasons. so i will be critiquing quite harshly. but why on earth would ace assume that /ziin/ was the one who saved him rather than TYCOON AND NA-GO HIS REAL FRIENDS THAT ACTUALLY SAVED HIM

now thiis is interesting. who does this apply to? to what extent? are supporters obligated to die in the 3.5D world? do they get to go back to their extraterrestrial metaverse? or are they dead forever? the only answers we get are that ziin in this world has "a life that can be ended in an instant" and if that happens he'll be "not existing in this world anymore"

ace: let me get on my high horse about existentialism. you see, death is what gives life meaning. one must imagine sisyphus as a badass foxboy who was maybe even cute with it

ziin: oh my god... it hurts to have bad things happen to you?? ace: dude wait til you find out about war

ACE HISTORY FACT NUMBER WHATEVER THE FUCK: Nobunaga Oda said "A man's life is but 50 years, compared to all else that transpires, it is fleeting as an illusory dream."

naturally he's most beautiful when he's deathly ill and being condescending. get that wistful glint out of your eye gayboy we have to hurt fandom bloggers!!

bringing my pet parasocial to the fountains on a rainy day so it looks like an accident

that story is SUCH A LIEEEE its such an obvious lie. in a setting that so vividly mirrors the first-arc scene with ace and keiwa at the river after keilow dies. am i the crazy one here?

me when i lie

THIS!!! THIS THING!!!! THIS THING IS A LYNCHPIN IN MY WHOLE UNDERSTANDING OFF THE WORLD!!!!

^^^^ THATS THE SPIDER'S PERSPECTIVE!!!!

the admin don't use spider phones. they don't need to. and ace is the one who brought ziin there. and he's shown to be friendly with the spider phones at multiple points previously. then we are explicitly shown the spider phone setting up camera to watch this scene take place. INDICATING, again, that this "revelation" about his reincarnations was /staged by ace/ in order to sell whatever narrative he thinks will benefit his reputation right now

man its too bad keiwa falls for it. like i dont blame anyone watching the edit but goddamn. way to isolate geats from his friends by making it seem like he was hiding this from them.

neon is getting the idea here re: ace's search for his mom. but unfortunately she is also being made to believe it. now personally i would speculate she knows shes being watched right now so she's trying to have the appropriate reaction, not necessarily her real one. but i cant say what she was actually thinking in this scene at this time

ok well my idea for the coin is better. i think it is the same coin from his "first life" but he randomly got it for a birthday he had during his ancient rome phase. his dad went on ebay and got him one that happened to be exactly that same coin.

child ace facts: -played with a blue ball -little nice vest outfit even when playing with ball (school uniform?) -found the coin on the ground (i also believe this could be true) -the dog thing

see how ziin is falling for it??? ace gives him impossible figures of luck and because ziin is already fully bought in, it reads as narratively satisfying, not as the unrealistic and frankly uninteresting premise it is. i mean seriously, he was never a bird or a bug? a fish? a dandelion??

ok death of a salesman. THIS ^ is why its important not to read too many arthur miller plays

ziin hearing all that and still coming to the wrong conclusion is fucking awesome.

ace's face when he says that and he realizes ziin is completely incapable of being a scene partner in any capacity (left) vs after ziin's monologue about how many times geats has faced death (right). maybe this guy does have a little narrative kick in him

"i was on tumblr in 2014. homestuck. bandom. superwholock. the cw dc comics shows. steven universe. the subsequent voltron and she-ra splinter factions. fallout during the mcelroy/polygon era. riverdale for gods sake. i was in fandoms you've never heard of. reading fic off bathroom walls about the guys from the great gatsby. the gay side characters from high school musical. digging magazines out of trash piles for interviews with the cast. do you know how many blogs i've deleted? do you know how many people i have blocked? you don't know anything you twitter brained loser."

immediately as soon as ziin starts crying (desired reaction) then getting confused (unknown reaction) ace switches back to his scheme brain and starts questioning him about tears. and then ziin starts crying more and ace realizes he did not have an exit plan for this conversation. um. fuck. stamp a "its good to be sad actually" and get out of there

ziin: this sucks! i don't want this at all! ace: [doesn't want to agree with him on principle but also agrees that emotions are categorically useless and painful] [resents that ziin has the ability to be so distant from it, and that even getting the true emotion he wanted didn't satisfy him]

see how they are separated. how the structure of the world divides them. and note that these resemble the pillars in the dgp lobby

ding! ace has finished cooking his final monologue. classic "you and i aren't so different after all" combo with the "learn to live in the moment" and a quick exit LETS GO

frankly i consider ace navigating these scenes with ziin as impressive as the fight scenes. expert level /getting out of a situation/ maneuvers

11 minutes in and we are finally ready to actually play the game!

just relentlessly serving for no reason in particular

oh shit producer niram has a sword too!

and you didn't think ukiyo "history fact!" ace was gonna sit this one out did you

pretty much a classic illustration of those that operate in light/those that operate in shadow. a brilliant composition

FUCK YEAH neon has been training with the sword!

how fun was this for the jamato actors

OH COOL TYCOON HENSHIN WITH THE DODGE FUCK YES

NA-GO FEVER BOOST LETS GO

ace: ill go to point you guys flank and pull aggro.

POWERED BUILDERRRRRRRR HOW IVE MISSED YOU

images that could get me burned at t he stake

"i challenge you to a duel or whatever" LMAO

the card makes the plastic clink of a buckle but it's just a card? but the IRL audience is conditioned to recognize that noise and thus instinctively understand that the card is equivalent to a buckle

FUCK YES TRAP HIM IN A POLYHEDRON FUCK YES

ok geats survives this blow, and beroba says "he accounted for everything?" and geats is in base form. did powered builder get destroyed?

[i am dragged away by security before i even open my mouth]

oooooo ace is testing ziin. he knows ziin is there. he could escape if he needed to but he wants to see what ziin will do with the lessons he's learned

and there it is! he learned!

CLOCK BELL! CLOCK BELL! one blast of future power and you'll be good as gas station energy elixirs

AUGH THE MUSIC IS SO GOOOOOOODD AUUUGHGGHGHHG

LASER BOOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

out of context this looks adorable. in context it irritates me

LASER RAISE RISERS CONFIRMED TO BE A SOURCE OF BODY-CHANGING POWER

^ a fandom blogger classic line

BIG CLIMACTIC FIGHT SCENE! bring out the second verse of the theme song

UNPROVOKED AND UNPRECEDENTED!

man. geats is so badass

this scene is quite good but i cant help imagining the height of the crate beroba's actress must be standing on for this shot

HARD CUT TO THE POP ROCK BALLAD HELP ME

it is actually nice of ziin to give ace the laser raise riser. a convenient plot tool for me if nothing else. but ace sees it as his main link to admin and info about the dgp going away.

the fact that michinaga still goes back to the damn jamato headquarters. even tho he has the vision driver and could go anywhere. really makes you think

the way that michinaga moves in this scene, he knows cameras are on him. he assumes that hes got a 3 camera setup and a pov tail. and hes not entirely wrong.

his slight grin! he's finally gonna get what he wants!!

the goddess lets him get away with being rude bc he's ace's main happiness siphon but also bc hes currently her best bet for salvation from the dgp

[xwonderfuldeath]

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Kidnapping 2

• July 17 •

Warnings : Fluff

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“Where's Taehyung?

- We thought he was with you chief.

- That dirty little…”

Jungkook runs a feverish hand through his hair as he takes a breath to calm himself, looking at his phone, already showing him the last three messages indicating his lateness for the most important meeting for any self-respecting mobster. He runs his hand through his hair again before simply letting his tongue click against the roof of his mouth and turning his back, joining the entrance to the Jeon estate with a rather annoyed step.

“If you see him, tell him I'll be back in two hours. No nonsense, and no sugar until I get there.”

The door slams rather violently in the face of Jungkook's exit, and finally Taehyung steps out from behind the curtain to the amused looks of the servants. He thanks them kindly before dashing off to the back garden, waiting for Jungkook to leave, but the Jeon's noisy car makes no noise, making him wrinkle his nose as a hand grips his shoulder.

“Did you think you could get away this time? Let's go.

- But I hate meetings, they're long and boring, can't I stay here instead?

- No, you can't. I told Namjoon you'd be here, and he counted you among the guests.

- Tell him I'm sick? A splitting headache.

- If you come now, you can have an ice cream when we get home.

- And a dog?”

A deep breath passes Jungkook's nose, almost instantly regretting the idea of having indulged his whim again. But the mobster couldn't help it; ever since the man had come into his life, he'd done nothing but say yes to her every request. Time had passed since the allergy attack, six months exactly, if Jungkook was to be believed, incredibly much according to absolutely everyone in the house. The cruel, cold man who only cared about himself and his money had finally opened his heart to someone else, Taehyung had made him friendlier, more open, more smiling. No, he didn't think twice about shooting someone, but he did have a thought about how sad Taehyung would be to learn that the man had died, so he was careful about who and why he ended the life. It was a complicated situation to manage at first, Taehyung being a real stubborn head case and Jungkook an ego-stroking kid, cohabitation had been an ordeal for the first two months, before he and Taehyung had an argument. Not a small, tender and friendly quarrel, no. A veritable hurricane, a storm, where the cries went up and down the entire estate, as long as no one dared to speak out or interfere. The master had never been so angry in his life, and no one wanted to interfere. Even if some of the staff, rather hesitantly, had floated the idea of preventing him from killing Taehyung, so that the happiness he felt would continue forever.

“You never do anything for me! I sit here like a vase, waiting for you to tell me what to do! This is no life!

- My house, my rules! If they don't suit you, then go and see if someone else can deal with your shitty temper better than I can!”

The shouting had stopped after this sentence, obviously, Jungkook didn't mean a word of what he'd said, he'd certainly die of Taehyung going elsewhere especially because of his bad temper, but the man had taken it personally. First his eyes went wide, then slowly his mouth opened. Then nothing, Taehyung had only nodded gently, indicating that he was taking his leave of the conversation. And that was all. He calmly left the master's room, as everyone looked on in amazement, before returning to the room he hadn't used in a long time. In a small voice, he asked a servant to prepare it for him, and to bring him his meal there now. And Jungkook had driven the nail in without really knowing why.

“Of course. Make your victim. Go ahead. He'll get over it.”

It wasn't true, it hadn't “passed quickly” as Jungkook had said, and if on the first day he was still reeling from anger, the days that followed were all worry and self-mortification, waiting almost desperately for Taehyung's door to open. Which it never did. For the first week, he let him sulk without saying too much, looking at the place from time to time, passing by every day, speaking loudly to make Taehyung understand that it was all right, he'd understood, he didn't need to make up his mind anymore. But nothing worked, so in the second week, Jungkook tried again and again to knock, explaining that Taehyung could come out now, but still no words, no sign. So Jungkook forced open the bedroom door, searching for his hostage, who was no longer really a hostage, before joining him in bed, where he was curled up in a ball, wrapped around a stuffed toy he'd found on the floor. Taehyung hadn't reacted when Jungkook had taken him in his arms, stroking his back tenderly, trying to calm him down.

“I'm sorry I got carried away. Please, Jungkook. Don't let it go to your head, will you?

- I don't want to be a burden to you. Or act like one.

- You're not a burden, you're not a problem. You can do as you please, okay?

- No, you can't. Otherwise you'll get angry again, yell at me… and make me leave your life.

- I'm never going to cut you out of my life. Okay?”

Taehyung had nodded softly, before returning his embrace, his eyes wet with tears, swollen from crying so much. From that day on, Jungkook never really scolded Taehyung, accepting his every little whim without really flinching. He didn't want to live through the horror of not having his lover in his bed, in his arms, it was far too cruel even for a heartless guy like him. So, as usual, he accepted anything from Taehyung: an ice cream as promised, and a dog. The pet shop was full of cute little heads, and Jungkook let Taehyung run around with a smoldering look of benevolence on his little Boy.

“Just one Taehyung. No more.

- I know, I know!”

Taehyung puffed out his cheeks under the adult's stern words, before looking at each little cage, to see if he could find his new best friend, his fingers finally settling on the glass he was obviously looking forward to, the glass he'd fallen in love with, the one that would make him crack, forget all the other adorable little furballs. This little dog was perfect, adorable with his beige coat, his little black eyes looking downcast, sure that no one would ever look at him. Taehyung had to frown at the tiny handwriting: Pomerian. He turns to Jungkook with stars in his eyes as he joins him.

“Have you made your choice?

- I want this one.

- Are you sure? No regrets afterwards?

- No regrets. No regrets. I want this one. I'm sure.”

A nod from Jungkook, and he turns to look for a salesman, when he indicates which one Taehyung wants, the man tenses, looks at the glass with some disgust before giving a forced smile.

“Unfortunately, it's not for sale.

- Yet it has a price.

- Someone must have forgotten to remove it. Young man, you'd better find another one. We have lots of Pomerians, why don't you go and see them and make your choice?

- But I want this one.”

The big, beaten-shit eyes know where to turn to get the last word, and Jungkook looks at the obviously unscrupulous salesman. He pinches his lower lip before slowly nodding his head, a thin smile on his face, the kind that sends a chill down the spine, meaning he's already reached his limit, even though he's never spoken before.

“Why can't my husband have this dog?

- Unfortunately, sir, this dog is sick. He'll only get you into trouble.

- But he looks like he's going to be fine!

- We'll take him anyway.

- I'm not sure…

- I said. We'll take it anyway.”

The tone is dry, it doesn't take a genius to understand the looming threat, so the man moves towards the puppy. At first reluctant, both man and animal glare at each other, before he lets Taehyung take the beast with a look of disgust. Taehyung is quick to take his new best friend, and the love at first sight seems mutual, as the hitherto inactive little dog seems to have come back to life. Jungkook smiles, pleased to see his lover satisfied. But he remains attentive to the sales assistant, who doesn't seem so friendly after all. On the way to the checkout, Jungkook is the one who stops on a second window, behind the little face of another dog, a Doberman this time, winking at him. And Taehyung looks amused, seeming to want to tease him.

“- Didn't you said only one dog?

- It's just a dog for you.

- Oh, so you'll take it? We could also take a cat. And a fish?

- … Fish it is. But just three.”

Taehyung's cry of joy echoes with the little pomeranian's bark, as he runs to see what kind of fish he'd like to have in the parent's room. Finally, Jungkook emerges with a bigger and more expensive ticket than he'd thought, and Taehyung has two dogs in his arms.

“- Do you have a name for your dog?

- Yeontan!

- And for the fish?

- One, two, three.”

[honorhearted]

“I find all that quite difficult to believe, especially considering it has become increasingly apparent you’d rather I keep my opinions to myself."

This woman was confounding. Had he misjudged the royal court? Did they actually allow their womenfolk to run about, freely snapping at their superiors and judging them without so much as a proper introduction?

Unfortunately, Daenerys was not finished with her slander. "I’d be shocked if any woman who found herself saddled to you managed to speak her mind freely without finding herself crushed beneath your seemingly massive ego.” 

"Seemingly massive?" Benjamin echoed, unable to help himself. "Well! Consider me equally shocked that you haven't yet formed a concrete opinion, given your quickness to belittle and mock my good intentions!"

Despite the physical distance between them, he could practically feel the heat smoldering from across the room. Both were equally nettled, incensed, and her hands curled as she declared, “I am their princess, a position that I take seriously, sir, whether or not they wish to have me –though I suppose they’ll have me if it means the desecration of my purity, and thereby my reputation."

Benjamin flinched at that, rolling his eyes skyward as if to cast out the very image. "You're wrong," he deflected. "His Excellency would never-"

"What’s worse, it is meant as a slight to my father, who has never once expressed a modicum of love toward me," she cut in. "To him, Major, I am a bargaining chip, a pawn, just as you are. Ultimately, this marital feat will accomplish very little for your cause. ”

She was right. Although having Daenerys in their power would send a message, it wasn't guaranteed to achieve anything other than mild humiliation. Women were viewed as weak and easily overpowered, so capturing her and setting fire to her purity would show very little in the long run, and least especially if the king truly didn't value her beyond what she could give.

Shoulders hunkering, Benjamin murmured, "We just want peace, Princess...we just want to be able to live as ourselves and on our own terms. That's all. We never meant to hurt anybody."

Or at least, that was what he told himself each night. That was the only way this whole damnable war, this whole bloody conflict could ever be palatable.

“Loathe is a strong word, Major,” Daenerys informed him. “I do not know you well enough to hate nor admire you. But I do appreciate your attempt at compassion. Perhaps I’ve been too hasty – too harsh in my judgment of you outside of your political stance…” 

Her hand was suddenly on his arm and Benjamin froze, stiffening in surprise. Could she truly mean it? Was there truly hope for a cease-fire of such emotional turmoil?

Turning his head to regard her, a lump formed in his throat as they locked eyes. "I thank you for saying that," he murmured. "I know this is...w-what we have done to you is vile, but I hope you know we're not all this way. In fact, I would argue most of the men I work with aren't despicable...we're just acting according to war -- or rather, what will get us taken seriously."

Daenerys' touch softened. "With the envoys and ambassador dead, I have very few people left in my corner, and while I don't expect you to support me politically, I hope we can at least try to be friendly toward one another despite our differences."

Darting his eyes in between her face and the floor, Benjamin curled his hands and offered a slow nod. "I don't wish to quarrel," he agreed. "So long as you respect my principles, I will respect yours..." Unbidden, a slight smile touched his mouth and he amended, "Within reason." Here, he offered her his hand to shake. "I will adhere to any and all of your boundaries, Princess. Name them, and they will be done, but again: within reason." His smile grew tragic. "Unfortunately, releasing you doesn't seem to be an option. We might as well make the best of this."

In truth, he pitied her. He knew what it was like to be uprooted and to start fresh -- to know no one in town, and be all alone. But for him, that had been school. This was Daenerys' new life.

"Our circumstances are not the same...my father is a reverend, not a tyrant."

He cared not for her point, she realized. All he was concerned with was that her blood ran blue. Despite her argument concerning the roles of either sex, he refused to see any reason outside of his own. Stubbornness. Quite an unattractive trait, or so her brother had once told her. 

"You don't know me at all," he hissed, prattling on about how a man and woman were intended to be partners.  

“I find all that quite difficult to believe, especially considering it has become increasingly apparent you’d rather I keep my opinions to myself. I’d be shocked if any woman who found herself saddled to you managed to speak her mind freely without finding herself crushed beneath your seemingly massive ego.” 

Benjamin appeared to be burning with white-hot fury and Daenerys could swear that the thick odor of smoke lingered in the air. 

"The tragic truth is that sacrifices can and do need to be made, and everyone -- every single soul -- here in this army knew exactly what they signed up for when they made that commitment."

She wanted to believe that was true. Truly, she did. After all, she disagreed with the concept of slavery, which is what many colonists likened the ‘tyranny’ of England to. However, she wasn’t entirely certain she supported the idea of a country lacking a monarch to govern it. Her father was a terrible ruler, cruel and eccentric, but there were many kings, as well as queens, in the past that had been much beloved and even aided in the progression of their kingdoms. Why then couldn’t a compromise be reached? 

"Who are you to tell them they're making a sacrifice in vain? Will you not let us determine what is 'too much' and at 'too great a cost?"

“Their princess,” she answered, “A position that I take seriously, sir, whether or not they wish to have me –though I suppose they’ll have me if it means the desecration of my purity, and thereby my reputation. What’s worse, it is meant as a slight to my father, who has never once expressed a modicum of love toward me. To him, Major, I am a bargaining chip, a pawn, just as you are. Ultimately, this marital feat will accomplish very little for your cause. ”

It was more than apparent that he didn’t want this any more than she did, and just like her, he had little say in the matter. 

"Your name and your body will remain your own," Benjamin softly promised. "We do not love each other, and to me...well...marriage is sacred, and thus, should be borne of love. I don't wish to lie with a woman who loathes me, nor do I expect you to perform any duties beyond what is best for our countries."

That was something entirely unexpected. Not one man she knew of at court would have permitted her such freedoms in marriage, let alone the marital bed. They were far too greedy, too lustful for such grace. 

“Loathe is a strong word, Major,” she answered with a sigh, “I do not know you well enough to hate nor admire you.” her expression softened, “But I do appreciate your attempt at compassion. Perhaps I’ve been too hasty – too harsh in my judgment of you outside of your political stance…” 

Daenerys didn't want to argue. Her brother always argued with her over the most ludicrously small things. She wanted to diplomatically find common ground, and while this ploy wasn't in her favor, she needed to take it in stride as one in a high position should. What's more, she was alone now. Alone in a foreign land that hated her.

Crossing the room, the princess summoned her courage and placed a hand on her reluctant fiance's forearm, her grasp firm but amiable.

"With the envoys and ambassador dead, I have very few people left in my corner, and while I don't expect you to support me politically, I hope we can at least try to be friendly toward one another despite our differences."

[sinnetsins]

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Request: Going to a slytherin party ending w smutty smut everything in detail! I love you writing so much!

3.1K WORDS - to my anon, don’t ask me to drag some shit out cause I will. EASILY 😌

WARNINGS: graphic smut, loss of virginity, Regulus Black x Fem OC, soft/ mean dom!Regulus Black, praise, degradation, angst.

if i missed anything pls let me know, also did not proofread whatsoever. Requests are always open, I’ll write just about anything.

my entire inspiration goes to this gem + the ask

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“AND REGULUS BLACK CAPTURES THE GOLDEN SNITCH!”

Every house showed up to witness the brutal beating of the Slytherin v. Gryffindor game, and for the first time in years— Slytherin beat Gryffindor.

Quidditch matches were the least interesting thing to me, but I came to support to my brother.

A roar from across the stadium deafening all those around. I couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across my face. Eventually everyone made their way down the stands and back to the castle.

Me, Dani, and Val make our way to the Slytherin locker rooms waiting outside the doors for Evan.

“He’s gonna be so excited! I can’t wait to see his beautiful face.” Val gushes as she clutches her hands together, “Ew, please refrain from brother talk.” I scrunch my face at her comment, “I still can’t believe you actually find the vermin attractive.”

“Oh you’re just jealous you haven’t found someone yet.” She looks back with a devious grin, Dani snickering at the comment.

“That’s not true! I-I have someone in mind..” I trail off.

“Dreams don’t count Y/N, you have to actually pursue them.” Dani and Val look at me once again.

I furrow my eyebrows in a half-angry, half-embarrassed manner, “You’ll never get him if you don’t tell him.” Val points out, I turn the opposite way hyper focusing on the wall.

It was a never ending game of cat and mouse with him. We would both flirt to no end, even a couple over-friendly touches here and there, but nothing more than that. Hell, I hadn’t even been fingered until last year.

It was horrible.

Just as quickly as I turn my back Evan ventures to the hall, followed by Demeter, Lucius, and Regulus. Val and Dani give their congratulations to each as they drone on about the game.

Speak to him.

Say something!

I look up and my eyes meet Regulus’,’ eyes, “How does it feel to singlehandedly claim victory?” I smirk towards him, the corners of his lips pull into a similar smirk.

“Absolutely brilliant.” He bares his perfect smile, “Are you coming to the party?” He leans against the wall bringing himself closer to me.

“Oh you guys have to! We even invited all the Gryffindors.” Evan exclaims, we both turn our heads, “I know you aren’t much of a party person-“, He looks towards me then to Dani and Val, “I’’m hoping you two can drag her out for a night.”

They exchange a look, “We’ll be there.” they say in unison.

“I guess I’ll be there.” I let out a breathy chuckle, he pushes off the wall handing me the winning snitch, taking a quill from his bag and writing on a ripped piece of parchment. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks from the slight contact.

“I guess I’ll see you later then, little Rosier.” He hands me the scrap and walks towards the group of boys in the distance.

But the snitch-“

“Keep it!” He yells down the corridor.

When they were at a safe distance, “What does it say!” Val snatches it from me.

Dani shakes her head and snatches it back handing it to me, “We need to get ready now if we want to go,” She turns her gaze to me, “Especially considering this one,” She looks me up and down, “Needs work.”

“Why do I need work?” I put on my best pout, slipping the paper into my pocket.

“Come on!” Val pulls us towards my dorm.

——

Our shoes are loud against the concrete of the dungeon, I let them convince me to wear a daring outfit that Evan would absolutely disapprove of. My makeup done naturally with a little edge.

The vibration of the music seeping into my bones from a good distance. It was a miracle McGonagall hadn’t come by. I follow closely behind my friends as we reach the Slytherin common room.

“Password?” A voice calls.

We all share a look of confusion, almost panicked.

The note.

I step up to the painting, pulling the paper out, ‘Ad sepulchrumtum.”

“To the grave.” Val smiles to Dani, “That’s Slytherin for you.” Dani giggles out.

“I guess what happens tonight stays down here, right?” Val looks to both of us as the painting opens.

The music thumps through my ears as we make our way inside, flashing green strobes, smoke, and the smell of alcohol fills my senses as we venture deeper into the room.

“There’s Evan!” Val yells to us.

We follow her in a line, but not before stopping to get a drink on the way. Once we reach the corner they occupy, I tend to my drink gulping almost half down before bringing my eyes to meet the ones staring us down.

Evan envelops me in a hug pulling me off my feet, “Little sister! You finally came to party with the big dogs!” He twirls me before setting me down, “I make it my mission to get you absolutely plastered.”

I laugh crossing one ankle over the other to prevent my clothing riding up.

Why did Val insist I wear such a short skirt?

——

Evan brings shots over for everyone, I down mine quickly survey the room. Demeter making a fool of himself on the dance floor, Evan doubling back for more shots, Lucius animatedly explaining the quidditch match to some 5th years, finally my eyes cross Regulus.

Far too close to a 7th year, his top three buttons undone, onyx necklace hanging between the two sides of his collar. He takes a long pull from his drink before he looks up from her, sending me a wink.

Prick.

I couldn’t help the jealousy burning in my throat like bile.

I even spot Sirius Black and Remus Lupin in the midst of the snakes— Not that he’d turn down a party to begin with. James Potter and Lily Evans dancing nearby like their life depends on it.

I drag my eyes back to Sirius. His chocolate curls falling a bit longer than Regulus, he was slightly shorter than the younger heir, his eyes just as hazel, almost grey. They didn’t look all that different, but Sirius was a pompous ass, Regulus was more reserved.

Sirius’ eyes meet mine then flicker towards his brother, as Evan brings over the next ounce or two of Firewhsikey.

I tilt my head to the side and grin at the boy, throwing back the small vial of alcohol. If I couldn’t get Regulus’ attention one way, there was always another. Right?

Sirius weaves his way through the crowd stopping before me, the gaggle of snakes cursing him mentally as I pick up my original cup.

This is wrong.

Of course it’s wrong.

“You look quiet ravishing.” Sirius purrs.

“I could say the same.” I take another sip.

He glances at Evan, who’s unsurprisingly sending daggers, “Do you want to dance?” I turn his face towards me.

It’s too late.

“Absolutely.” He lets out coolly.

‘Cigarettes and tiny little bottles’

The music blasts above as I grip his hand from behind me, the alcohol drawing out my confidence.

Liquid courage the muggles say.

‘Just what you’d expect inside a new Balenciaga’

I turn to wrap my arm around his neck, swaying my hips to the music letting loose for once. I close my eyes before turning around and lacing my fingers through his.

I could feel his head faced towards where Remus was, who was wearing a scowl— Was he jealous? No. Why would he be jealous?

Out of the corner of my eye I see Regulus removes the girl off his lap, he pushes bystanders out of the way desperately trying to get to us.

“Well darling, it looks like we both got our way.” Sirius says in my ear with a smirk, we break apart and he goes to Remus. I decide its time for another drink.

Before Regulus can reach me I’m already halfway to the table full of alcohol. My fingers run over the various bottles, stopping on a bottle of Beetle Berry. I quickly pour 2 fingers for myself in a glass.

“A bit out of character, don’t you think?” I feel his presence behind me, goosebumps rising on my skin.

I turn to Regulus, “Says the boy with a blonde.” I deadpan, “You and Sirius though? Very odd couple if I say so myself.” He spits.

A smirk plays on my face, “Regulus Black, are you jealous?” I muse, taking a sip from my cup I turn to face him.

There wasn’t a hint of playfulness in his expression, if I was smart I would’ve been worried, but the alcohol I’d consumed gave me a copious amount of confidence.

“I don’t belong to you, Regulus, I don’t owe you anything”

“No?” He furrows his eyebrows, “No! You’re such a hypocrite! If I want to flirt with your-“, I feel his hand wrap around my neck, “Say another word and I’ll shut you up myself.” He warns.

I shut my mouth feeling the arousal course through my core, slipping through my folds, like fire consuming paper. He releases me and I look up innocently to meet his cold stare.

“Then why don’t you?”

He clenches his jaw, rolling his shoulders slightly, standing to his full height before taking my wrist in his grip and dragging me through the crowd. Before I can blink we’re in his dorm room.

“Get the fuck out.” Regulus sends a glare to the couple occupying the room. I hide my face by looking to the opposite of them, “Don’t get shy now, you were so bold.” His grip on my wrist goes to the back of my hair making me look up at him.

That same pulsing need bursts throughout me, I almost regret my actions.

“Undress. Now.”, I remove my shoes, top and skirt revealing my white lace undergarments, “Ironic considering you’re no saint-,” He pushes me to sit on the bed, his arms coming down to either side of me. He leans in centimeters away from my face, “I.said.undress.”

Hesitantly I bring my arms back to undo my bra tossing it to the side, afterwards sliding my panties off leaving them at my feet. I can basically feel my own slick running down my thighs at the experience.

Slowly he pushes me onto the mattress setting himself between my thighs throbbing cunt.

His hand comes up to drag a finger across my soaking folds, “Do you want him? Sirius?” He questions pulling a whimper from my throat, repeating the action.

I meet his eyes, “Why would I want Sirius when his brother looks better.” I almost whisper earning a sinister smile from Regulus, “Such a little whore.” He plunges a finger inside my hole.

“I-“ A choked moan leaves me as he curl his finger, adding another leaving me breathless.

“Regulus, t-this is new, I haven’t-“ I choke out and he stops completely, “I’m sorry.”

His expression drastically changes. His face softens, “This is your first time?” He inquires pushing himself to hover above me.

I feel the heat rush to my face, I avoid his eye contact as my eyes water from the uncomfortableness.

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” He cups my cheek, “You never need to be embarrassed with me.” He turns my head so my eyes meet his, maybe it was the alcohol wearing off or maybe it was true humiliation of my inexperience, fresh tears spill from the sides of my eyes.

“But I want you and I’m scared.” I say barely audible.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, “You look so pretty when you cry.” He whispers bringing his lips to mine, softer than I thought possible. Pulling away he moves stray hairs from my face, “Do you truly want this?” He continues petting me, I nod my head too shy to say anything, “I need words, dove.”

“I-I want it to be you.” I say as his hand entertwines with mine, “I don’t want anyone else.” I whisper.

He lets out a deep sigh burying his face in my neck, breathing out a soft moan. He brings his face back up kissing me once more, softly, gentle, tenderly.

He travels down to my jaw, then my neck softly suckling, more carefully than before, down my chest and stopping at my breast. He takes my erect bud into his mouth swirling his tongue around, sucking lightly while his hand twists my free nipple gently.

I can’t help the moan that leaves me, bucking my hips up on instinct, he brings his hand down to my wet folds once more rubbing my clit in circles before entering a finger, still using his thumb still on my sensitive bud. He adds another digit going slower, his mouth returns to my nipple sucking a bit harder than before.

“Reg-“ I choke out.

He looks up, “Is this okay?” My soft whimpers almost drowning out the question, “Merlin, yes.” I breathe out.

He curls his two middle fingers up hitting my g-spot repeatedly, his eyes watching my every expression. Her moves his fingers faster inside me as loud wet noises fill the air above the distant music.

My moans uncontainable at this point, I can barely get out, “F-fuck that feels s-so good-“, my legs coil up into my body unintentionally, my head digs into the mattress as well as my nails. A brand new feeling emerging.

“Y’gonna cum for me?” He muses, I bite my lip to muffle my moans, closing my eyes in the process, “Look at me,” He brings his face closer to mine, “Look at me when you cum.”

Of all the descriptions, nothing could prepare me for the feeling of my very first orgasm. It was so close I could taste the sweetness, see the stars in my vision, feel my body turn to static. With one last thrust of his fingers I couldn’t help but grip his wrist, digging my nails deep into it as I came undone under his sight.

“Regulus-“ I moaned out like a spell, over and over, I could feel my wetness splash onto my thighs and the soaked sounds getting heavier as he continued to fuck his fingers into me. I could feel his member twitching in the confines of his pants.

After I came down he pulled his fingers out, my eyes closed before I could witness him licking my arousal off his fingers.

“Tastes so fucking good. So fucking good.” I pry my eyes open to watch the rest of the action, feeling myself get wet all over again.

He stands up removing his shirt, his toned body prominent, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, leaving him in his underwear. I watch closely as he pulls the band down leaving him just as bare as me.

His size alone sparks fear in me again.

How would he ever fit?

Could he fit??

In the same breath my mouth waters at the sight of him. His tip glistening with precum, a dark shade of pink and almost throbbing.

“See something you like?” He teases settling back between my legs, I can only bring my head up and down in a nod.

“So sweet-“ He coos gripping my chin, “Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes.” I reassure meeting his eyes.

He hovers over me once more before bringing his lips to mine, using a hand to stroke and line himself up with my opening.

His lips don’t leave mine when he begins to push into my soaked core. Thee stretch is uncomfortable, a different type of pain courses through me as he pushes deeper inside me. Thick and long from what I could feel.

I wince slightly when he reaches halfway, “I know, just a little more.” He coils his fingers between mine again, his face hovering above my own.

“Gotta relax baby, you’re okay.” He strokes my hand with his thumb before bring his other to rub my clit.

He continues to bottom out as I focus on the new sensations, the feeling of him filling me to the brim by pure size, the euphoria of him paying attention to my clit, “Okay?” He asks.

“You can move.”

He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, repeating the motion, it feels better with each thrust eventually leading me to grip the back of his head pulling him closer.

“Y’so beautiful, little dove. So perfect.” He kisses my neck again keeping his thumb in motion. I moan an erotic sound.

“Tell me-“, He groans, “Let it out, pretty little moans.” He sets his forehead against mine.

“F-feels so-so fucking goood.” I whine feeling my pussy clench around his cock, “So fucking good Regulus-“ Tears form in my eyes. The feeling of release building up.

He picks up his pace thrusting into me gently, but deep. Heavy sighs escaping his lips followed by a few involuntary moans.

“Taking me so well, such a good girl.” He plants a kiss to my lips, “Such a good fucking girl.”

At his words I feel the coil in my stomach tightening ready to burst.

“Fuck- Harder, please, fuck me.” I whimper gripping his hand tighter.

His strokes harder and deeper but more sloppy, his breath ragged and more audible, “Fuck- M’gonna cum, fuck-“

He thrusts even deeper hitting that glorious spot again and again, I cant help but cry out, incoherent babbles leaving my throat, “I- Feels so- Ah, fuck-“ I whine.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum-“ He moans.

“Regulus, Regulus, Reg- I-“ The coil wound so tightly it finally snaps, every single muscle spasming against my will, my hands travel to his back dragging red marks with my nails, I can only leave my mouth agape with the overpowering orgasm.

“Fuck you feel so good, so beautiful.” He whimpers.

With one last thrust I feel him twitch inside me, filling me so much I can feel his seed spill out from the sides of my destroyed pussy, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He bucks his hips twice before stilling, riding out both of our climaxes, our breath heavy and short.

He keeps himself sheathed within me, peppering kisses across my face, neck, and chest. His hands come to caress me.

“I love you.”

[yamahex]

Jack and the reader at his signing/meet and greet and he gets jealous when lots of male fans bring her gifts (flowers, etc) and want pics w her

A/N: I actually love this idea.

“Next!“ The coordinator of the event yelled to the line.

Jack’s smile was beaming, he loved meet and greets. It was a great chance to meet all his supportive fans.

You stood on the side and watched proudly as he signed a girls cd. It was nice to see him interacting closely with everyone. Plus every other person brought him or some of the crew gifts, which everyone loved.

“Next!”

A guy walked up to the table and him and Jack shared a quick intro. You noticed he had some flowers in his hands as he pushed his cd on the table.

“Are those for me?” Jack snickered. The man’s eyebrows lifted.

“Oh no, they’re actually for Y/N.” Jack turned and both of the men looked at you. You took that as a sign to get closer.

“Babe this guy brought you flowers.”

“Aww thank you.” You smiled brightly and gratefully accepted them into your hands.

“You’re welcome.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was also wondering if I could get a picture with you too?”

You looked at Jack he smiled and nodded. He loved to see his fans interact. You turned your attention back to the man.

“Of course!” He lit up and walked next to you.

“Urb can you take this picture for us really quickly?” Urban looked over then nodded. The guy handed him his phone and you posed with your arm on your hip.

The man managed to sneak his arm around your waist, which you took as a innocent friendly sign. After the picture he thanked you and walked away.

You walked back to your previous spot and continued to watch the meet and greet.

Towards the end of the event a few more people asked to take pictures with you, a couple women but mostly men. The men came bearing more gifts like chocolates, more flowers and surprisingly a necklace.

Your eyes widened at the necklace and looked up at the man. Jack was furious but was trying hard to not show it.

“I can’t accept this.” You handed the gift back to him but was intercepted by his hand on top of yours.

“I bought it just for you.” This was the breaking point for Jack.

He got up from his seat and walked next to you. Your face held a nervously awkward expression. His hand grabbed the box with the necklace and shoved it into the man’s chest, stunning him.

“Thanks but I can buy her all the jewelry she needs.” Your eyes widened at the interaction as Jack held a stern expression on his face.

The security guard noticed the interaction and lightly pushed the man out of line, making you look up at Jack. You grabbed his hand and took him somewhere with no other faces or cameras.

Neelam came out to say a brief statement.

“Sorry about that guys we’re just gonna take a small break but Jack will be back out soon!”

You managed to find a private area.

“That was a little much don’t you think?” He leaned against the wall with his hands in his hoodie.

“Nah I think it was just enough. I don’t need some other dude out here thinking he can buy you jewelry.” You folded your arms over your chest.

“I wasn’t going to accept it anyways.”

“Good. So what’s the issue?”

“Jack these are your fans, you really want them to see you actin all crazy?” His eyes met yours.

“Y/N I’m not gonna sit back and just watch these guys bring you all these gifts and take pictures. It was nice at first but now I’m starting to think some of them are hoping for a chance to get in your pants.” You scoffed.

“Cause I would let them right?” You sighed and walked up to him. You tilted your head up to look at him directly.

“Don’t worry about them, you’re here to enjoy yourself and your fans. People can get weird. Just let it slide and keep it cute.”

He looked away, making you bring your hand to his chin to look at you again.

“Go back out there, finish the meet and greet, laugh and have a good time. We’ll go get some food after and then we can head back to the hotel and I’ll show you I belong to you.”

A smirk appeared on your face and his eyes widened. He perked up and you giggled.

“Well, let’s wrap this shit up then!”

[knight-already]

Lily's character makes more sense if we analyze her as a poor child, who just like Severus, when they came to Hogwarts were surrounded by impossibly rich kids and so many of them too! Which made them feel a certain way as I'm sure they noticed the wide range of quality difference between them and their peers

Because poverty certainly has many lessons to be learnt and how we chose to apply those lessons are completely up to the individual -- that is to say no one person will have the same view.

Could you imagine, two sisters living in the working class. The eldest had between hand me downs and all the new stuff while the second sister takes her older sister's hand me downs only. That was their life for as long as they could remember.

They were fine with it because that was their reality.

Then one day the younger sister finds out that she is magic. So now, their parents have to change things up and buy her all these 'new' (though may as well be second hand) things that petunia will never use or need.

So everything they buy is solely for Lily. 

This school has all these kids from different back grounds. Some so rich to the point only few could only imagine, but to Lily and Severus, even the student who was middle class was impossibly well off.

So, it leads to Lily possibly telling  her parents about how she feels, and her parents do try to help her even just by buy a pair of brand new robes. Possibly taking away from Petunia yet again, who had to deal with her second had clothes because no one here was much better off. 

I sure the small difference her parents tried to make was nothing to Lily as her peer's had so much more.

Petunia as she gets older tried to keep up this façade of always being the perfect middle class family. She wants to fit in amount her peers even as an adult. She never wants to be or remember where she came from. She just wants to keep the perfect appearance.

Then she gets Harry, she's already funny about magic. But I think it really struck a chord with her and somehow she was taking out old feelings for her sister on her son, that's where almost inhumane treatment of the two boys come in. Why she would rub it in Harry's face so much.

It's one thing to not approved of magic -- it's nothing to just plainly treat him so horribly. So she treated him like she felt her parents treated her.

So back to Lily, she would undoubtedly be at the bottom of her friend group, because she was the Snape of her friend group with the Gryffindor's  and the only person who made her feel normal -- as though she was better off was Severus. So to fit in with her Gryffindor mattes she would have to hold the same beliefs and values like them, so she look like she somewhat belonged. I’m sure she saw how Severus was treated and maybe other girls, who were rather odd and didn’t fit the mold.

Who would want that for themselves? Even if those views went against Severus. 

As soon as Petunia was able she left her home and went to work in an office where she met her husband and became a house wife. {no hate on house wives or husbands} She was trying to better herself before she landed a good husband who would take care of her. Similarly to what Lily did.

So I mean by fifth year James could do no wrong in her eyes, he was rich, smart, friendly(?) and popular and very vocal about his support for muggleborns. I’m sure he gave her tokens of his affections, and would be sweet to her and I’m sure James was a prize to be won, any student who had interest in him possibly always told her how lucky she was that he liked her --  even if she didn't like his actions, out of loyalty to Severus she kept turning him down, but once she no longer was Severus’ friend?

I swear ppl would see Lily and -- you know that joke where when you get a birthday card and it's stuffed with money, you would have to politely read the card and ignore them money, as though it didn't matter?

[But we all know we could just throw the card and count the cash?]

Yeah, that's how we think of Lily as some saint who is not blinded by money and material things. But just like any person she would want more.

You know, I dear even say that the Snape's, financially could have been better off than the Evan's. Because they were a three member household to a four member household. The only thing that have Severus the disadvantage was the neglect he held at his parents hands. That's what generally makes ppl think Lily and Petunia were better off that Severus.

Not to mention how strange of a child he was personality wise.

Of course the Snape's wouldn't be ALL that better off. But with only one child... I'm sure they had to get second hand things or new thing if they could but there was no other child to feel the brunt of that.

[pegasussomnus]

Once again you timber fans are showing why timber fail

The whole school shooting thing being something impacted bernard or "bonded" them is just a headcanon. We have never seen them bond over it or mention it even once or that as a reason which made bernard like tim or why they reconnected. Bernard doesn't even hint or allude to it at all. Once again it shows how timber fans have to make up stuff to make their ship make some semblance of sense. It shows how there is 0 development for them. Like ZERO. Using your headcanon to justify a ship and expecting other people to adhere it is silly.

They weren't close friends. Tim's last mention of bernard was saying he was an idiot behind his back in a dismissive manner.

People try to play this off as "friendly" teasing/guys being casual jerks to each other" or "friends call each other idiots" but look at the context. Here this is behind his back which refuts the guys being casual jerks to each other as the whole point of it as guys do it to each other's faces to show how it isn't serious or mean-spirited. Not to mention this is after they lost contact. And Tim is doing it about the conspiracy theories which not only was he shown to find annoying, but Darla herself re-affirms Tim thinking it was nonsense which further shows this. It's also in the middle of a serious conversation of discussing Darla and her murder which doesn't seem to be the fit place for friendly teasing. Not to mention Tim doesn't wait to like say share a laugh with Darla over it or for her to respond, or even has a smile as he says it, which again might support the friendly teasing narrative, but like I said nothing of the sort happens. He just drops it in so casually.

There is also how he throws shade at him before doing it with his 'whole yeah for once', which is a backhanded compliment and before he says what he was right about, he goes into what he was wrong about. The 'vintage bernard idiocy line' was used to dismiss the rest of bernard's conspiracy theories about multiple Robins. He's saying the secret orphanage/goverment thing shouldn't be taken seriously as that is "vintage bernard idiocy'. In other words 'don't listen to that/take it seriously as it's just a good example which highlights the idiotic behaviour expected of bernard' or "don't pay attention to it as it's just bernard being an idiot as normal' or "because it's just bernard being his usual idiot self, we can ignore it" which isn't friendly at all nor what someone would say about a friend behind their back (which Tim has never done for his other friends) Notice how Tim said 'vintage bernard idiocy' and not the idiocy of his conspiracy theories, which is a sum about bernard himself. We also have good reason to think Tim does think it is idiotic is Robin and knows how it works and that is why he dismissed as idiocy not the notion of multiple robins (if he did that then we'd know he's playing dumb to protect his id, but again what he dismisses is the part we and he know is BS) and already by revealing there are multiple Robins Tim kind of playing it close to the fire.

There is also how the "vintage bernard idiocy" line talks about bernard being an idiot in general given how it means 'an example which highlights the usual idiotic behavior expected by bernard' and isn't a case of a someone calling a friend an idiot in the heat of the moment due to a specific action/context like Tim sometimes did to Kon or Bruce to Clark (and afterwards in the same issue we saw Tim/Bruce show moments of genuine care for Kon/Clark showing it wasn't meant to hamper their friendship). Tim was so calm and non-chalant about it, showing it was a calculated conclusion he made about Bernard. Not to mention if it was "friendly" there'd usually be something like "he's a loveable idiot, or he;s an idiot but my idiot, which is why I like him, etc" usually with some smile on his face or sometting which he has done with other friends but here not that. Again it was dismissal and he was doing it in a non-chalant manner

And what bonding over trauma. Bernard was fine from the shooting. He didn't miss Tim that much or worry over him.

He wasn't there when Darla was shot (like Tyrone was):

or was someone injured and who Tim comforted (like Larry).

He didn't witness Tim fighting off people like Tyrone did as well.

At most he saw Darla hurt (like other students) and Tim go out with a bat (like other students as well). But he didn't see Tim fighting nor Darla be shot. There is no trauma bonding . Tim bonded more with Tyrone, Darla and Larry more than bernard. And like I said bernard was fine last we saw him. Once again you timber fans are making up stuff to justify your nothing burger ship. Tim felt so trauma bonded he said bernard was an idiot behind his back to dismiss him......

The shooting wasn't some major impactful event which shaped Tim. Sure he felt guilt over it and it was hard but it wasn't some serious trauma for him like the death of his mom, dad, Bart, Stephanie, Conner, and losing Bruce. Tim literally doesn't dwell on it after Darla comes back. There is no trauma for him. It's like a standard superhero witnesses death in their line of work. It hurts and makes them feel guilt but it's a personally impactful thing and it wasn't for Tim

Plus Tim has been in other situations like it before like the death of his two of classmates at Gotham Height who he felt worse about than Louise thing given we saw him have a nightmare over it, talk with Ives and his dad over it and we Ariana comfort him by going to the one of his dead classmate's funeral.

The shooting wasn't some big trauma for Tim and like I said he NEVER bonded with bernard over it. It's made up nonsense.

You are ignoring how the substance of timber comes from Robin and all the traits he mentions about Tim which he likes are literally his Robin traits but okay.

The misogyny comes from in the treatment of Steph and Ariana to hype up timber.

There is a difference between being fine and saying meeting him for the first time is the "best day ever" when Tim did it not only without asking her first but just apologizing after dumping/ghosting her...and doing so cuz he met her by accident and she almost died. Also forgetting Tim dumped her for no reason and then ghosted her and was being an asshole to her, even lying she was ghosting him. Also having Steph the old love interest saying that meeting bernard the new love interest is the best day ever when she doesn;t even know him or his relationship and she is meeting him for the first time is using her as a prop, especially when the story didn;t address steph's side of the breakup and used her as a damsel for tim to save....not to mention the way she was subsequently used, only uses her to prop up bernard even more such as when she shows up in one issue of tim's solo the only thing she ask;s about Tim's life is bernard and in another issue of tim's flashback of hanging out with the batfam, steph is seen only dancing over timber. There is also she is thrown under the bus via saying tim was 'settling for her and she was a reminder of tim avoiding examining himself on purpose' or tim/steph fans flat out being called bigots.

Ariana coming back for her sole dialouge to just to be pro-timber is ridiculous. The issue isn't them being nice but them only being used for that purpose

Using a female character to prop up a new ship is just as misogynistic as making her constantly jealous.

Once again you're proving my point how timber fans lack any sort of media literacy at all.

Hiii I just wanted to tell you that I had the time of my life scrolling through your reblogs and commentary– I was giggling the whole freaking time, you're so funny to me.

The lengths the lot of you Bernard Antis will go to shit on his character and attempt to invalidate him and timbern fans is honestly almost impressive, kudos for that!

Everything I said is accurate about timber. And laughing isn't really a reply. The way you timber fans refuse to acknowledge the misogny of it is truly a sight to see but oh well.

Anyway read this on why timber fails

A. There is no real good reason to have him paired with Tim. He only appeared in six issues and none of his interactions with Tim gave us insight into who Tim was as a character or lead to any meaningful developments. The whole 'he represents the War Games era of Tim in terms of uncertainity' or 'his civilian life before losing his dad' that was used by the author, is just untrue as we never see Tim seriously appreciate his friendship like he does with say Ives, or the people at Brentwood as something that keeps him grounded or as a distraction from the hero life/normaly he needs nor do his interactions with Tim show said uncertainty like the struggle of balancing the civilian/hero life that we saw his above friends do. All of his appearances are either comic relief or a springboard/exposition for more important developments such as Tim's relationship with Darla.

There is also how he wasn't a close friend of Tim and more often than not, Tim was shown to not like him too much. At best they were casual friends and none of their interactions went beyond that. The nicest thing Tim said about him is that he "THINKS he's going to END UP LIKING" him not that he actually does so which at best shows Tim is willing to give him a shot.

At worst? Well

Yeah. The first panel is his first impression of him while the last three are the LAST interactions/mentions Tim has with him and occur after saying he 'thinks he's going to end up liking him'.

It makes no sense why Tim would even want to reconnect with him let alone date him. Tim's opinion of Bernard went from "I guess we can be friends but this guy is sus to "maybe he's not so bad and deserves a shot" to "nah screw this guy". It's telling we keep getting sold a false meta history of them being super close friends and have Bernard essentially replace Ives to try and sell the pairing.

B. Like it really doesn't do anything for Tim at all.

Bernard doesn't help Tim grow as a character, or even as a person relationship wise as Tim is still doing the same faults he did in past relationships with civilians not telling them he is Robin, keeping secrets, cutting dates/missing them, etc). but they are "resolved" by just making Bernard some ultra perfect guy who knows Tim's identity

Aka the resolution he had with Stephanie in terms of the civilian/hero life balance of having someone who knows both, so Tim is getting a balance he already had and not to mention you can't even say Tim progressed in this manner or learned from his mistakes as he never revealed his ID in the first place, so it requires no growth on his end) (never explained how he does, not to mention watering down Tim's competence in keeping his ID) so it's all moot.

Tim also doesn't progress in his civilian life at all. Like he lives on a boat and (it is said that Bernard helped motivate him to do this but never shown/explained at all and all we see is Bernard saying he likes it and the people there)? Like he doesn't even meaningfuly develop a connection with the people there aside from friendly neighbors at best. As an example There was this "subplot" of them being in danger of being evicted but Tim just doesn't care at all or do anything. Like why not use some of his wealth from his dad or something to like buy people's boats and resell them at a cheaper price so the people can stay?

The people on the boat don't even offer him a meaningful civilian connection as like I said he just doesn't connect with them and even then that civilian connection is kind of moot in the last issue when they all know his identity as Robin so that balance or finding a solution is rendered moot for the same reasons as above as he already found that balance with the Batfamily/YJ friends who know both aspects of his life and again he didn't even it reveal it to them.

Like what do they offer him? People to chill in a non-vigilante way? Like he can already do that with the Batfam/YJ and not to mention that as the series showed the Marina got involved in a lot of Robin related stuff because of Tim's ID, so it's also moot.

Another point is how Bernard for a 'relationship for Tim beyond Robin' really is a relationship where the substance largely comes from Robin. Like aside from Robin is how they got together which Bernard even states in issue 3, in the beginning of issue 7 when Bernard list why he likes Tim all the things he likes about him are reflective of his role as Robin. Like his whole trusting Tim to keep him safe, Tim being special, and Tim being his lucky charm, the examples he uses are of Tim saving him as Robin/being Robin.

And issue 7 also shows like I said above that what saves the relationship is Bernard knowing that Tim is Robin. Not to mention how he really only opens up to Tim/confides in him seriously when Tim is Robin as shown in issue 3 and 9. Hell in issue 3 when he talks about wanting to help Tim, knowing that he knows his ID, when he talks about Tim 'taking too much on his own and not asking for help and loosing himself or whatever' we know it's about Robin.

And issue 10 the grand saving moment for their relationship after the 'falling out' in issue 9 was Bernard saving the day in a Robin related mission and getting the ID reveal (but not really)

Issue 7 highlights how Tim really doesn't do anything for Bernard as Tim. Like all he does is tell him that his parents suck, he's great to make him feel better, and tell us a bunch of stuff about Bernard we've never seen before.....twice and given how the issue kept emphasizing this point (to the point where villains commented on it) and how over the top his parents/with Bernards heroic it felt generic and like the bare minimum and Tim felt like an exposition device.

Tim never really talks to him about his issues with his parents or actually substantially helps him as after Tim does the above it immediately cuts back to their relationship for cute moments. Like Bernard giving him the necklace isn't even connected to Tim 'helping' as he was gonna do that anyway.

Tim as a civilain is just the BF and the real substance comes from Robin (as it was a Robin related mission and Tim saving civilians as Bernard which lead/inspired Bernard trying to save his parents and oh look Robin once again is tied to their relationship)

TLDR: Bernard doesn't make sense as a pairing, doesn't do anything for Tim as a character nor fulfill the purpose he was supposedly brought back for

[chaoticpuff17]

Tokki

ADG Jungkook

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hello my darlings! life is busy, and after a long, long time, here it is! ADG JK! I’m off to get ready for my trip down to SC. Please Enjoy!--- chaotic puff

Jungkook was the youngest of the group, and as such had been warned on more than one occasion to be careful, not to be rash. Perhaps if he’d paid more heed to his hyungs he wouldn’t have been bleeding in an alleyway without a way to contact anyone. It wasn’t the first time he’d been injured, and it probably wouldn't be the last, but he wasn’t looking forward to the scolding he was going to get from his hyungs for being so careless. 

He wasn’t supposed to be doing jobs like this personally anyway. He was supposed to be finishing his degree and overseeing things on the side, but he didn’t like to be still for too long, and this was supposed to be an easy assignment. No one was meant to get shot, certainly not him. 

The wound wasn’t too bad. He didn’t think the bullet had hit anything vital, but it was bleeding a lot, and he’d probably need stitches after someone dug the bullet out of his side. 

“Are you alright?” a voice, soft and sweet, asked from the mouth of the alley. 

Jungkook’s head shot up, his whole body tense and ready for a fight despite the burning in his side. But what he found standing there was just as sweet and soft as the voice it possessed, nothing to be alarmed at. 

There in the dim light stood a girl sheltered from the rain under a soft pink umbrella. She was peering out at him from beneath it with a concerned look on her face. And with no small amount of surprise, Jungkook realized he knew her. He recognized her face from around campus. 

“Ahjussi?”

He flinched a little at the use of the honorific, the title making him feel old, especially when it was coming from her. 

When he still didn’t respond, she took a step into the alley, looking for any sign of what was causing him distress. 

Part of him wanted to scold her. Didn’t she have any sense of danger? But fuck if he wasn’t grateful for a friendly face. 

“Yuna-ssi.” 

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sound of her name.

“Jungkook sunbae?” she offered tentatively. 

They didn’t know each other, not really, but Jungkook was a popular figure around campus. The handsome brooding art major thing along with the mysterious edge his work lent him afforded him a certain amount of social capital, so he wasn’t surprised she knew him. She was probably more surprised he knew her. 

“Are you alright?” she asked again, taking another step into the alley, head tilted to the side. “Sunbae?” 

She reached his side, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder as he leaned against the wall, his hand pressed to the wound on his side. 

Without thinking, he held out a hand to stop her not realizing it was the hand that had been pressed to his side and that it was coated in blood.

“Is that blood?” her tone rose an octave in panic as she caught sight of the liquid staining his hands in the dim light. “Oh my god, sunbae. We need to get you to the hospital.” 

There was the most adorable furrow between her brows as she rushed to help him stand trying to support some of his weight despite the fact that she barely cleared his shoulder. She couldn’t have been much more than five feet tall, and she was a soft curvy little thing. He was half way convinced he would squish her if she tried to help him.  

“No, I just need to make a call.” He did his best to reassure her, smiling through the pain, and pressing his hand back to the oozing hole in his side, but it was no use. She’d already caught sight of the blood. 

“You need a doctor.” 

“I have a doctor. I just need to make a call.” 

She looked conflicted. Jungkook could practically see her working through what to do, but with a little sigh she seemed to make up her mind.

“I live two streets over. Do you think you can walk that far?” to be honest she was more worried about him making it up the stairs when they got there, but that was a problem they’d deal with when they got there. 

“Yes.” 

With a determined nod, she tucked her umbrella into her bag knowing she wasn’t going to be able to shield them with it and help support him at the same time. She put the hood of her jacked up over her head to provide some protection from the rain and tucked herself under the arm of Jungkook’s uninjured side, letting him place some of his weight on her shoulders. 

Jungkook would have been lying to say that his pride wasn’t a little hurt that she was seeing him like this. He’d been trying to work up the courage to talk to the cute girl from his history class for weeks. Never had he ever imagined that this was how he was going to make first contact with her. 

He’d had plans of asking her for coffee after class, getting to know her better, maybe he would have taken her to Lotte World. She seemed like the kind of girl who would have enjoyed that. This was definitely not either of those activities. 

Slowly the pair of them limped along until they reached her building where a daunting amount of stairs awaited them. 

“Sunbae?” she asked, her voice a little more than a squeak. They were both winded from the journey. “Do you think you can make it up the stairs?” 

He lifted his head, looking over the stairs in front of them. “How far up are you?”

“Two flights.” 

He winced at that but agreed.

After a trek up the stairs that took an embarrassingly long time in Jungkook’s eyes, they had reached her apartment. 

“Okay, sunbae. We’re almost there.” 

She unlocked the door and dragged him inside, or at least she thought she was dragging him. Jungkook was still supporting most of his own weight as they  walked out of fear of hurting her. 

Yuna didn’t bother to remove either of their shoes, instead choosing to get him safely into her little one room apartment and into a chair.  The sooner she could get him set down the better. He was heavy. 

“I think I have a first aid kit somewhere.” she murmured more to herself than to him. 

“Yuna-ssi.” he called, as she started to dig beneath the kitchen sink. “Yuna-ssi.” She looked over at him, that adorable little furrow still between her brows. “I just need to use your phone to call my hyung.” 

“Oh.” she blinked at him owlishly. “Right. Of course.” 

She got up and moved to where she had dumped her backpack to find her phone. “I really think you should let me try to patch you up.” 

“I’ll be fine, Yuna-ssi.” 

The blood coating his fingers made her think otherwise, but she handed him the phone anyway and went back to finding the first aid kit determined not to let him bleed out all over her apartment.

“You need to lift up your shirt, sunbae.” she murmured, cheeks hot with embarrassment. 

He blinked at her slowly. “No. It’s fine.” 

“You’re bleeding all over my chair.” 

Jungkook looked down as if only just now realizing that he was still bleeding and what he was bleeding over. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

Slowly, Jungkook lifted his shirt giving her access to the hole in  his side as he dialed the number of the hyung who was least likely to murder him.

“Hobi-hyung?” he started, as the older man picked up the phone.

“Kook?” 

“I need a favor?” 

Any sense of levity was gone in an instant replaced by the stern hyung they all feared. Hoseok could be a taskmaster when he wanted to be. “What did you do?”

“I may have gotten into a little bit of trouble. But it’s okay! I’m not bleeding that bad, and I’m out of the rain. I just need a ride and a visit to Jin-hyung.” 

“God dammit, Jungkook. What the fuck did you get yourself into?”

“It was an easy job!” Jungkook was quick to defend himself. 

“You weren’t supposed to be doing any jobs right now!” He shouted. “Where are you?” Hoseok growled after a moment of tense silence. 

“I’m at…” It struck Jungkook that he had no idea what her address was, and he looked to her expectantly as she cleaned up his wound. She glanced up and gave him her address only slightly reluctantly, and Jungkook parroted it back to his hyung. 

“I’ll be there soon.” Hoseok sighed into the phone, grumbling under his breath. “Don’t move.” 

“Thanks, hyung.” 

“Someone’s coming to get you?” she asked, glancing up at him as she finished wrapping the gauze around his torso to the best of her ability which was admittedly not extensive. 

“Yes.” he paused, hesitantly. “Thank you, Yuna-sii.” he flashed her his best bunny grin. He knew this had to be strange for her, but she was such a sweet soul. She hardly knew him, and she’d helped him when he was bleeding in the street. Anyone else would have run in the other direction. She probably should have, especially when he’d refused to let her take him to a doctor. 

“It’s fine.” she mumbled awkwardly, refusing to meet his eye. “I think this will hold, at least until you get to a doctor.” that little furrow was back between her brows. 

His grin faltered a little seeing how she refused to look at him, her eyes glued to the floor. This was exactly why he’d planned to approach her gently. She wasn’t used to his world, and this was probably the worst way he could have introduced her to it. 

“Thank you, Yuna-ssi.” 

He was going to speak again, but a banging on her door distracted them both, and Yuna bolted up to answer the door as though someone had lit a fire under her. 

“He’s through there.” she mumbled eyes cast down as she allowed the clearly annoyed stranger into her house. 

“What the hell were you thinking, Jungkook?” He hissed, stomping over to his dongsaeng to check him over. “How the fuck did you mangage this? A rookie could have done that job without getting themselves shot.” 

“Sorry, hyung.”  Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “But Yuna-ssi patched me up!” 

With a sigh Hoseok turned to see the young woman staring at them both owlishly, still by the front door. 

“Thank you for taking care of, Jungkook.” he bowed respectfully, grateful that Jungkook hadn’t been bleeding out in some alley in the rain even though he probably deserved it for getting himself into this mess in the first place. 

“It was no problem.” she stuttered, eager to have them both out of her house along with whatever sketchy business had gotten Jungkook hurt in the first place.

Hoseok looked the girl over, a headache already beginning to form. “I trust you won’t be telling anyone about tonight’s events? We wouldn’t want any more incidents.” he arched a brow, taking note of the way she shivered at his words, shrinking in on herself. 

“Of course not.” her smile was shaky at best, more of a grimace really. “Please take care.” 

“Hyung.” Jungkook whined, pouting at the older man in a way that Yuna found wholly unfitting given the situation they were all in. “You shouldn’t scare Yuna-ssi.” 

Hoseok hauled the younger man up, supporting most of his weight as he dragged him towards the door. “Yeah yeah yeah. Say goodnight to the lady.” 

Jungkook shot her one last smile as they disappeared out the door. “I’ll see you at school, Yuna-ssi.”

She sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t.

----

“Isn’t she great, hyung?” Jungkook asked for the twentieth time a little loopy from the pain meds that Jin had dosed him with as he dug out the bullet. 

“She seems very nice.” Hoseok grumbled, tired and upset about being dragged out to rescue the maknae when he could have been home with his fiancee. 

“Yuna-ssi is the best isn’t she?” 

“I’m sure she is.”  Jin assured him, suppressing a grin. It wasn’t every day that they got to see their maknae like this. He practically had hearts in his eyes. 

“I should ask her out.” 

Jin smiled indulgently, and Hoseok rolled his eyes. Park Yuna did not seem like the kind of girl who would want anything to do with Jungkook after the events of the night. She was a straight laced college girl, completely innocent to the ways of their world. The entire incident was sure to have scared her. 

“I need to thank her for helping. She didn’t have to do that, you know?”  

Jin pulled the bullet out. “I’m sure she’d love that. You can ask her for coffee.” 

His words were more about placating the younger man than about any real belief that his asking her out would go well. From what Hoseok had said, their maknae had ruined any chance of getting the girl to agree to a date without coercion. Hoseok’s exact words describing her had been “ready to bolt out of her skin”.

“She’s perfect.” 

The two older men shared a glance, both of them knowing where this was going.

---

Yuna moved like a shadow around campus for the next few weeks, doing her very best to avoid Jungkook. If she so much as caught a glance of someone she thought could be Jungkook, she moved in the opposite direction.

It was a strategy that was working fairly well. She hadn’t seen him though she’d heard from some of the other girls on campus that he had been asking about her which did nothing to soothe her increasingly frayed nerves. 

Avoiding him was especially hard given that they shared classes making her regret her choice of credits for the semester. 

She’d slipped into class just before it was set to start earning her a look from her professor. She’d been scolded more than once in the past two weeks for her near tardies.  And Jungkook was sitting at the back of the classroom, directly next to the seat that she had taken to sitting in due to its proximity to the door. 

He flashed her a smile as she sank into her seat, and she had to suppress her grimace, managing to flash him a shadow of a smile to be polite. 

“I haven’t seen you around.” he whispered as she began to set up her space for class. 

“I’ve been busy.” her eyes were downcast, darting around looking anywhere but at him as she fidgeted with the cuff of her sweater. 

“I’ve wanted to thank…”

She cut him off with the brightest smile she could muster as she glanced up. “Class is starting.” 

For the next hour, Yuna resolutely ignored him, waiting as the minutes passed by agonizingly slowly for the class to end so she could hopefully make a swift and relatively painless escape.

Jungkook was not oblivious. He knew that Yuna was avoiding him. He’d hoped that some time would give her a chance to get over the shock of that night, but time hadn’t helped, and Yuna had been avoiding him as though he was a carrier of the plague. He’d tried to make the odd encounter as light hearted as possible, and it seemed that it hadn’t worked. 

He couldn’t exactly blame her for that. He hadn’t wanted her involved at all, but the universe had had other ideas. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying to pursue her though. That had always been the plan. Their official meeting had been a little more adventurous than he’d intended though. 

She’d been a veritable ghost since the incident, and he hadn’t wanted to show up at her home unannounced lest it scare her more than she already was, but he was losing patience, hence the reason he had finally cornered her. The hour was passing by torturously slowly for him as well. Every time he tried to talk to her either she or someone else in the class shushed him, and one more dirty look from their professor and he’d be out on his ass waiting for her in the hallway which would make the hour even more agonizingly slow. It was better to be close to her than to be waiting out in the hall like a kicked puppy. 

As soon as the class ended Yuna bounced up out of her seat ready to bolt for the door, but Jungkook beat her to it, gently reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks before she could make her escape. 

“Yuna-ssi.” the look she was giving him was nothing short of what he imagined the sheep would stare at the big bad wolf with, abject terror, which was an expression he wanted her looking at him with. “How are you?” they both cringed at the awkwardness of the question. 

“I have another class to get to, sunbae.” 

It was a clumsy attempt to extract herself from the situation and a lie, one she wasn’t going to get away with. 

“This is your last class of the day.” she flushed in embarrassment. “Can I take you for coffee? To thank you for the other week?” 

“I don’t…” 

“Please, Yuna-ssi. There’s a really great place not too far from campus.” 

“I should get home.” 

“I could walk you there.” 

She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly as though to shake off a bad thought. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, sunbae.” 

He frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Yuna-ssi, I know- I know it was unusual circumstances…” 

“Then you can understand why I don’t want any part of whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself mixed up in.” Her shoulders pulled back, steeled in an attempt to make herself seem taller than she was, more resolute and perhaps slightly more intimidating than her petite height would suggest. “I’m glad you’re healing well, sunbae, but I don’t want anything else to do with this.” she ducked her head in a quick bow. “Excuse me.” 

She slipped away, Jungkook too shocked to keep a hold on her as she bolted for the door and out of his sight. She had already disappeared into the throng of students by the time he had processed what had happened. 

He’d waited weeks for a chance to talk to her, and she’d brushed him. Worse, she’d said she didn’t want to see him. She didn’t even want to talk to him.

It took him months to work up the courage to speak to her after the first time he saw her, and it only took her a moment to shatter all of his hopes and his heart along with it. 

That couldn’t be right though. She had pulled him out of the rain while he’d had a bullet in his side and kept him safe and in one piece until Hoseok could get there. She wouldn’t have done that for just anyone. She was just scared. That had to be it. It couldn’t be that she didn’t want to see him. That wouldn’t make sense. She was just scared. That was normal. All of his noonas had been scared when they’d first come home, some more than others, but they were all relatively happy now. 

He pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number. 

“Hyung? I think I need some advice.” 

---

“So asking her out didn’t go so well?” Jin asked, taking a seat on the sofa as he handed Jungkook a glass of wine. 

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.” he pouted, swirling the glass. “Practically jumped out of her skin when she saw me.” Jin hummed in understanding, sipping at his own glass. “I don’t know what to do.” 

“You like this girl?” 

Jungkook nodded eagerly, a bunny grin settling over his features. “She’s so sweet, hyung, and so cute! I feel like I could pick her up and put her in my pocket. And she’s kind. She picked me up off the ground, no hesitation, and patched me up.” Jin quirked a brow, sipping his wine as Jungkook continued on. “And she’s smart too! She’s just- just… she’s amazing!” His happy expression fell, the pout returning. “She won’t talk to me though, and I don’t know what to do. She looks at me like I’m going to hurt her!” 

“Are you going to hurt her?” 

Jungkook reeled back, affronted. “Never!” The furrow between his brows deepened.  “I don’t want her to be scared, hyung.” 

“Keep trying to get her to talk to you, soften her up. Let her know there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“She won’t talk to me!” he groaned, flopping back against the sofa with Jin scolding him about being careful with the wine not wanting stains on his sofa. “Why won’t she talk to me?” he asked, shooting his hyung his best puppy dog eyes. 

“She found you bleeding in an alley, Kook. It’s normal for her to be a little anxious.” 

“But I’m not gonna hurt her.” 

“She doesn’t know that.” 

“Why would she think I’m gonna hurt her?”

“She found you bleeding in an alley, Kook.” Jin sighed, setting aside his glass. “You have to be gentle with her. She’s not like Y/N or Sen. She’s not used to our world.”

“Hayan wasn’t part of our world.”   

A dreamy smile spread across his face at the mention of his wife. “She wasn’t. I remember seeing that smile of hers and being completely gone, and then she said she was going to leave, and I swear that my heart stopped beating. I couldn’t bear to lose her.” 

“So what did you do?” Jungkook leaned forward, completely focused on his hyung’s story. 

“I took her.” he shrugged. “I was panicking, losing my mind at the possibility of her leaving, and Namjoon asked me if I loved her. Told me if I did then I should take her home, plain and simple.”

“Just take her?” 

“Take her.” he nodded. “She’s safer with you than she is out there.” 

“What if she doesn’t want to come?” 

“She’ll adjust eventually. She might be a little frightened at first though so you’ll have to have patience.” A shadow passed over Jin’s face. “The first few months with Hayan were hard. She was healing and frightened. I was always worried she was going to do something to hurt herself, but we worked through it. We’re still working through it. There are good days and bad days. Today was a bad day. She’s upstairs resting now.” 

Jungkook nodded soberly. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that the transition hadn’t been easy on the women in their lives, but the alternative was worse. Losing them was worse.  Namjoon had practically gone out of his mind when Y/N was gone. Jimin had been inconsolable when Seori had left him. Yoongi, as much as he didn’t like to admit it, had been a horrible grouch for months after Sen had left until he’d decided to go looking for her. The few times that Tae had lost track of Aerie had sent him into a frenzy, and Jungkook had never seen Hobi as panicked as when Iyla ran even though she was only gone for a few hours. Jungkook didn’t know how he would react to losing Yuna. He’d only had her in his life for a short time, but he didn’t want to find out. 

“So I take her?”

“You take her.” 

----

Yuna hadn’t felt safe walking home since the night she’d found Jungkook bleeding in the alley.  She felt even less safe after he’d cornered her in class. She was constantly worried he was going to appear from around every corner and out of every alley. She was jittery, flinching at every unexpected sound. She didn’t know what Jungkook was messed up in, but she knew it wasn’t good. 

It didn’t matter that Jungkook was cute or that he was polite. Under the veneer of the quiet college student was something dark and dangerous, something she didn’t want to be involved in even though he seemed determined to pull her into it in some odd sort of reciprocity. She didn’t want his thanks. She just wanted him to leave her alone. 

“Yuna-ssi!” she flinched back violently at the sound of her name, colliding with the door of the library as she turned to look at who had called her name. 

“Ah!” she bobbed her head in greeting, smiling sheepishly. “Changkyun sunbae.” 

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking over her worriedly. “You nearly jumped out of your skin.” 

She nodded hurriedly, trying to make her smile a little brighter to ease his concern. Im Changkyung was in his last year in business school and every now and again they’d run into each other around campus. He was nice, sweet even, and blessedly not Jeon Jungkook. 

“I’m fine. I’ve just been a little on edge lately.” 

“Is everything alright?” his eyes drifted down. The way her hands were shaking didn’t escape either of them, and she quickly shoved them into the pockets of her coat, out of sight and out of mind or at least that was the idea. “Listen, Yuna-ssi,” He began, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s late. Why don’t I walk you home?”

Her head shot up, eyes searching his face to see if he was serious. After a moment, she breathed out a sigh, nodding gratefully. “Thank you. I’d appreciate that.” 

Perhaps with the senior by her side she’d feel a little less anxious walking home.  

The two walked in silence, hands tucked into their pockets to protect them against the chill, and she was grateful for the silence. These days the quiet on her way home was oppressive, the sounds of the city frightening, but with Changkyun there it was more companionable. It felt like it had before the incident, before Jungkook. 

“So what has you so on edge lately?” Changkyun asked after a while, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked.

“It’s nothing.” she assured him, flashing him a closed lip smile. He turned to face her, raising a brow in disbelief. “There was an incident on my way home a few weeks ago.”  She admitted, feeling a little chastised by his look. 

“An incident?” 

“Oh!” her eyes widened as she quickly tried to backtrack. “It really wasn’t that bad. It was just a little unsettling.” The last thing she needed was for Changkyun to get mixed up in this as well, and he’d probably tell her to go to the police. She wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t going to risk whoever that man that had come to get Jungkook coming back. 

“You’re sure?” 

She nodded quickly. “I’m sure, but thank you for walking me home. I appreciate it.” 

He flashed her a sweet smile. “It’s no trouble. I’ve actually- I’ve actually been meaning to ask you to coffee sometime.” 

She froze staring up at him owlishly, slowly trying to process the words that he had just said. “Me?” she squeaked as they finally sank in. 

“Yeah. You.” 

“Oh.” she squeaked, a blush beginning to creep its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. 

She was searching for the words to say when the call of her name turned both of their heads. 

Standing outside of her building was Jeon Jungkook, smiling brightly though the expression dimmed quickly, morphing into a frown as he registered her companion. 

“Jungkook-ssi.” Changkyun greeted the younger man, oblivious to the way that all the color had drained from her face or the way that her entire body had locked up, frozen and apprehensive. “Do you live here as well?” 

“Changkyun sunbae.” she gripped his sleeve, pulling him back slightly. 

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto the movement, his frown deepening, his lips thinned into a grim line the complete opposite of his formerly bright look. 

“Is everything alright, Yuna-ssi?” Changkyun asked, taking notice of her unease. 

“We should go.” her eyes darted nervously between the two of them, and her voice low and soft, barely above a whisper.

“Isn’t this your building, Yuna-ssi?” 

“We should go.” 

A crease appeared between his brows as he tried to puzzle out what had spooked her so much. “You don’t look very well. Are you feeling alright? Do you need a doctor?” 

Jungkook took a step forward, reaching to pull Yuna to him. “I can take her.” 

Yuna flinched back violently, colliding with Changkyun’s side as she did.

Instantly, the reason for her discomfort had become clear, and Changkyun squared his shoulders facing down the younger man. “I’ll take her. I offered to see her home, and I’ll see her to the doctor.” he declared, pushing her behind him much to Jungkook’s annoyance. 

“Changkyun sunbae.” she pleaded, tugging on the sleeve of his coat in an attempt to pull him away. 

Jungkook’s expression softened as he looked around Changkyun’s shoulder to her. “It’s alright, bunny. I’ll have this taken care of in no time.” his attention turned back to the man she was hiding behind, his expression shuttering into something grim and dangerous. “Come here, bunny.” 

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” 

Jungkook scoffed, and Yuna winced. While the declaration was sweet, brave, it was desperately foolish. He didn’t know better though. She did. She knew that Jungkook was more than just the brooding university student. 

“Come on, Yuna-ssi.” Changkyun turned, smiling at her reassuringly  as he pushed her forward a little, back the way they had come. “We’ll go get that coffee, yeah?” he reached out a hand and brushed a stray wisp of hair away from her eyes. It was a sweet gesture, an intimate one she supposed was meant to give them an air of familiarity they didn’t have and discourage Jungkook from whatever it was he had in mind. 

It did not. 

“Get the fuck off her.” 

In an instant, Changkyun was ripped away, eliciting a startled shriek from her as Jungkook threw a punch knocking the older man back. The next punch sent him sprawling to the ground with Jungkook in hot pursuit, grabbing him by the collar to continue his assault. 

“What are you doing?” she cried, rushing to grab Jungkook’s arm, trying to pull him back as he rained hit after hit down on Changkyun who was doing his best to push Jungkook off as well. “Stop it!” 

“You don’t get to touch her.” he spat, seething as he released his blind rage. She had avoided him for weeks, but she let him walk her home, allowed him to ask her to coffee? 

“Yuna, get out of here!” Changkyun groaned between hits, urging her to go. She remained frozen in place for a moment, torn between trying to help him and fleeing. “Go!” 

After another moment’s hesitation, she turned on her heel, running for the stairs that led to the safety of her apartment. 

She didn’t hear the whispered expletive behind her or the sound of heavy boots on the stairs behind her until it was too late, and she was swept off her feet with a shriek. 

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook shushed her, pressing her close against his chest. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper. It’s okay, bunny. I’m not going to hurt you.” she had a hard time believing that as she squirmed in his hold. “I’m sorry.” 

“Please.” She whimpered, pushing against his arms. “Please don’t.” 

Jungkook frowned, shifting so that he was seated on the stairs with her nestled between his legs. She was thrashing so much, and he didn’t want to drop her. 

“I’m sorry, but he touched you, and I just got so angry.” he apologized, crossing his legs over hers to keep her from kicking. 

“Let go!” she yelled, whipping her head around and sinking her teeth into his forearm. 

It didn’t hurt. His coat took the brunt of it, but he was startled enough by the action that his grip loosened just for a moment, and she was able to slip out of his grasp, taking off back down the stairs like a shot. 

“Yuna!” He called, springing to his feet. “Shit.” 

She was quick. He had to give her that as he dashed after her, and he never would have expected her to bite him. He’d have to be careful of that when he caught up with her. But he wasn’t angry. She was frightened, and he was responsible for that. He never should have beaten Changkyun in front of her. He should have dealt with it later when she was safely tucked away at home instead of while she was right there to witness it. 

She slipped out of view, and Jungkook cursed under his breath as he turned the corner to find her nowhere in sight. 

How was she so quick? Where had she disappeared? He’d been right behind her. How had she managed to slip away? 

“Fuck.” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, pulling out his phone to make a call to his hyungs. They’d know what to do.

---

“You lost her?” Namjoon seethed, eyes narrowed dangerously as they locked onto the maknae. “How could you lose one little college student?” 

“So much for the golden maknae.” Hobi snorted, his own displeasure clear. “You’re slipping, Kook. First you get yourself shot on a job a fucking newbie could do, and now this?” Jungkook bowed his head, thoroughly cowed by his hyungs. “And you beat a man on the street where she could see you!”

“The fuck were you thinking?” Namjoon growled, slamming a hand down on his desk. 

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just couldn’t stand him touching her.” 

Namjoon growled under his breath, turning his gaze to Hoseok with a sigh. “Does Tae have a lock on her?” 

Hoseok nodded, checking his phone. “He hacked into the school’s server and got her number. Tracked down her phone. She’s called for an ambulance to her apartment, presumably for the guy this dipshit beat into a pulp.” 

“We have a handle on that?” 

He nodded. “I have Yoongi on it. No loose ends.”  

“Good.” Namjoon nodded, relieved that this would all be over by the end of the night. “Hobi, go pick up Miss Park.” 

Jungkook perked up. “I can-” 

“Hosoek.” Namjoon cut him off sternly.

“On it, boss.” 

Hoseok  pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning against, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder once as he left the office and leaving their leader and their maknae alone as he went to go pick up the newest member of the family. 

Neither man said anything for a moment, Jungkook shrinking slightly under his hyung’s hard stare.  

“You know better.” Jungkook flinched a little at that. He hated disappointing his hyungs, but he especially hated disappointing Namjoon. “You’ve been off your game recently, Kook, and I can’t afford for you to be off your game.” 

“Hyung…” 

“You’re distracted, and being distracted gets you killed. You got yourself shot an a run a fucking newbie could have made! You beat a man you knew and left him there! He could have reported you, Kook! You better pray that neither he or your girl have made a report yet. I don’t have time to deal with the headache of burying a police report.”

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just… I just couldn’t stand seeing him with his hands on her.” 

“I don’t care if you beat him to a pulp. Just don’t do it in public and take care of your shit.” 

 “Hyung…”

“Get your shit together, Jungkook.” 

---

Yuna was nervous, practically vibrating as she waited for the taxi to come to take her to the hospital. She’d called an ambulance for Changkyun, but she needed to know he was alright. He’d been in bad shape when she’d run, and it was her fault that he had gotten beaten. The least she could do was make sure he was alright. But she was terrified that Jungkook was going to appear. She’d managed to dodge him, ducked into a bodega she’d worked at once, and the woman who ran it had been kind enough to allow her to hide behind the counter, even offering to call the police for her.  

She’d never been more grateful for that woman than in the moment she’d looked at Jungkook and lied to his face saying she had never seen Yuna before. She’d even gone so far as telling him to buy something or get out, eyeing his bloody knuckles distastefully. She’d have to thank the old lady properly later. 

A car pulled up to the curb, though it clearly wasn’t the cab she had called for. This was a dark SUV with windows so tinted she couldn’t see anything through them only adding to her ever present sense of unease, and it reached a boiling point when the door opened and a man she recognized stepped out. 

Hyung. Jungkook had called the man hyung, and that could mean nothing good for her. 

“Yuna-ssi.” he smiled brightly at her, walking around the hood of the car in a leisurely manner despite the way she had tensed up like a rabbit ready to run. He tilted his head to the side, observing her with his smile still fixed into place, but it lacked any real warmth that might have made her feel better. “This will be so much easier if you don’t run. Yeah? Jungkook is anxious to see you.” 

Yuna turned on her heel taking off down the street for the second time that evening, but Hoseok was faster than Jungkook, quickly gaining on her. 

Yuna shrieked as she was tackled to the ground, her head bouncing off the concrete leaving her dazed as Hoseok sat on top of her legs quickly zip tying her wrists together. 

“I tried to do this nicely.” he huffed, standing up and throwing her over his shoulder. “You’re the one that wanted to be difficult.

“Ah, shit.” Hoseok cursed as he tossed her into the back seat of the car taking note of the trickle of blood seeping down from her hairline. “Kid’s gonna kill me.”  He grumbled as he propped her up and buckled her seat belt, initiating the child lock on the belt to keep her pressed back against the seat despite her dazed state and bound hands. “Sit tight. Okay?” 

“Fuck you.” she slurred, glaring at him as her head lolled against the seat. 

“No can do. Don’t think JK would like that, kiddo.”

 “Fuck him too.” 

Hoseok smiled at her sweetly. “Oh. You will.” 

----

“Shit, Hoseok. What did you do? Body slam her?” Jin asked as Hoseok set her on the sofa. “She’s half your fucking size. Look at her! She’s tiny! How much trouble could she possibly be?” 

“She’s a runner.” He shrugged, stepping back to allow Jin to look her over. “And she’s quick. Managed to evade, Kook.” 

Jin sighed, shooting the younger man an exasperated look, before smiling at Yuna. “Hey, sweet girl. Can I take a look at that cut?” she recoiled, pushing herself back against the sofa in an attempt to get away from him. “I’ll be gentle, but we need to clean that up. Okay?” 

She glared, debating whether or not she should let him, but her head hurt and the feeling of dried and crusting blood on her temple was uncomfortable and itchy. So she nodded, and let Jin come closer and start to clean off the wound. 

“You won’t need stitches. Thank goodness. But you need to keep it clean.” 

“Why am I here?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home. Please, I won’t tell anyone.”

Jin smiled kindly. “I’m afraid we can’t do that, sweet girl. Can you follow my finger please?” he asked, humming to himself as he tried to assess if she had any further damage caused by the blow to her head. “Okay. Now I’m going to shine a light in your eyes, okay?” 

“Please.” she whimpered, trying desperately to make him see her plight, to make him understand, to help her. 

Jin ignored her, shining the light in her eye anyway. “I can’t say for certain without a CT, but I’m pretty sure she’s got a mild concussion.” 

“Kook has had plenty of those.” Hoseok snorted. “I’m sure he can handle it.” 

“He’s gonna come for your balls when he sees she’s injured.” Jin side eyed him, getting up from the sofa.

“Which is why I won’t be here when he gets back.” Hoseok grinned, backing away. “Have fun with that one, hyung.” 

“Fucking bunch of brats.” he muttered under his breath. With a deep sigh, he turned his attention back to her. “Let’s get you settled in so you can get some rest. Okay, sweet girl?” 

“I just want to go home.” she whimpered, shrinking away from him again. 

“I know, but it won’t be so bad here.” gently, but firmly, he pulled her up from the sofa, dragging her deeper into the house towards what turned out to be a bedroom. 

“You get cleaned up,” he began, cutting the zip ties off her wrists. “And I’ll see if I can find you something to wear. Kid’s got a million sweatshirts.” he pushed her into the adjoining bathroom keeping an eye on the door as he went to find her something to change into. “Go on.” he encouraged, looking back to find her still standing there looking lost. “And don’t get that cut wet!”  

Slowly, she made her way into the bathroom. There was no lock on the door, and there was nothing she could jam up against the door to keep someone from getting in. She could see Jin outside, searching through the closet, and she knew she didn’t have much time to find an escape route if there even was one. 

Silently as she could, Yuna crept out of the bathroom, keeping an eye on Jin to make sure he wasn’t looking at her, and once she’d reached the door to the bedroom, she booked it down the hall. 

“Shit.” Jin cursed from behind her, finally noticing her flight. 

She didn’t get far before she found herself running face first into someone's chest. 

Arms wrapped around her waist to steady her, keeping her trapped as she squirmed against it. 

“Bunny?” Jungkook asked, looking down at her worriedly, taking in everything from her bedraggled appearance and the bandage on her forehead to the red lines on her wrists. “What happened?” he asked, looking over her head to Jin who was standing several feet away watching them. 

“Hoseok decided the best course of action was to tackle her. She has a mild concussion and a cut on her forehead, but she’ll be okay.” 

Jungkook’s eyes flew to meet hers again, a little frown distorting his features. “Are you okay, bunny?” She squirmed, pushing against him in an attempt to break his hold. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he shushed her, trying his best to keep her still, keep her from hurting herself while she did her best to get away though it felt like pushing against a brick wall. 

“She needs to get some rest.” Jin announced. “I can give her a mild sedative to keep her calm, something for the anxiety, but I don’t want to give her anything stronger when she’s got a head wound.” 

Jungkook looked torn, but seeing how worked up Yuna was as she struggled in his arms, he nodded. “Alright.” His agreement only made her fight harder against his hold, clawing at him as he lifted her off her feet and up over her shoulder, taking her back to the bedroom. 

Gently, he set her down on the bed, getting in behind her to keep her still with his arms snaked around her middle and his legs wrapped over hers to keep her from thrashing. 

“You have to stay calm, bunny.” he murmured into her hair, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms despite the situation. “You have to rest so you can get better.” 

“I want to go home!” she wailed, thrashing more violently in his grip. 

“Jin?” he looked to his hyung, slightly panicked. He knew she was frightened, but he hadn’t been prepared for tears. He hadn’t been prepared to restrain her like some sort of villain. He didn’t want to hurt her after all. 

“Okay, maybe something a little stronger than planned.” Jin muttered more to himself than to either Jungkook or Yuna. “Okay, sweet girl.” he smiled, approaching her with a syringe and motioning for Jungkook to hold her arm out. “This is going to make you feel better. Okay?”  

“Stay away from me!” she screamed, eyes wild, as Jin slipped the needle into the soft flesh at the crook of her elbow. 

“She’ll calm down in a few minutes, but she might be a little out of it.” Jin warned, getting ready to leave. “You know the concussion protocol. Call me if she gets worse, okay?” 

“Thank you, hyung. I’ll take care of her.” he promised, letting his grip loosen as she started to go limp in his hold, lolling against his chest. 

“And, Jungkook.” Jin called over his shoulder. “Try not to break this one.” 

Jungkook shot the doctor a glare at the barb but quickly turned his attention back Yuna. 

“Okay, bunny.” he sighed, smiling down at her reassuringly. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable, and then we can put on a movie. How does that sound?” 

“Don’t wanna.” she whined, still crying, though not wailing and thrashing now. 

She felt fuzzy, hazy in a way she wasn’t used to as though she wasn’t quite in her body anymore but floating above it. 

“Don’t want to what, bunny?” he asked, slipping out from behind her and going to grab a sweatshirt and some pajama pants for her. 

“Wanna go home.” 

He winced, his grip tightening on the clothes. “I know, bunny, but you are home now. This is your home. Arms up for me, bunny.” he maneuvered her gently so that he could slip off her sweatshirt, dotted with blood and slip a clean one over her head, helping her get her arms into the arm holes despite her soft whines and protests.

 “Gotta take your jeans off too.” he apologized, fumbling with the button to her jeans as she tried to push him away, her movements clumsy and slow. “I’m sorry, bunny, but they’re not going to be comfortable to sleep in. I have some pants for you right here.” he promised as he slipped her pants down her legs. “Here you go, sweetheart.” he cooed as he helped her slide the pajama pants up her legs, internally gushing about how cute she looked in his clothes. 

The pants were too long for her, and he had to roll the hems up a few times so her feet wouldn’t get caught up in the extra length, but the waistband fit well enough. The sweatshirt was too big as well, the sleeves extending down at least an inch past her hands if not more. She looked comfortable, cozy, and his. 

“All done,” he announced, brushing a stray piece of hair away from her face. “Why don’t I put on a movie, hmmm?” 

“No.” she protested, trying to push off the bed despite the fact that her limbs felt heavy and unwieldy. 

“Hey.” he spoke, softly, not wanting to frighten her further. “You have to be careful. Jin gave you something a little strong to help you relax. What do you need, bunny? I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t wanna be here.” she slurred, still trying to get off the bed. 

“Okay. okay.” he scooped her up, eliciting a little ‘eep’ from her as she clung to his shirt for stability, her head spinning at the sudden movement. “Here you go, bunny.” he grinned, setting her down on the sofa, proud of himself for fixing the situation, if only slightly.  “Stay here, and I’ll be right back.” he ordered, leaving her confused and hazy on the sofa as he ran off to do god knows what. 

He returned several minutes later with his arms laden with blankets and pillows, carefully arranging them around her to make a sort of pillow fort on the couch. It was oddly cozy, she noted through her cotton stuffed haze. 

“There!” he announced proudly when he was done, flashing her a bright grin. “All done!” 

He settled into the fort with her, gathering her into his arms despite her weak protests, and turning on a movie that neither of them were really paying attention to. 

Eventually, she stopped trying to wiggle away from him, giving into the exhaustion and the hazy feeling the drug brought on, and leaned against him, completely dead to the world. 

Jungkook was enjoying the feel of her in his arms, so soft and warm, all plush curves to his hard edges. He wished she was there of her own free will, but at least she was there. They could work on the rest later.  

“We’re a little broken, aren’t we? This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as she slept. “But that’s okay. I’ll put us back together again. I promise.”