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myth1cs · 3 days ago

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Married in Red (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

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Smut; A new series called "Requital" Prequel: Dead Plate (To be published) Part 2: Eloquent Countenance (To be published) Part 3: Rot in Paradise (To be published) Part 4: Cold Front (To be published)

When you parked in the parking lot you checked your phone once more to reaffirm that you were in the right place.

You were.

Stepping out of the car you fixed your tie, fixed a few loose strings of hair, and put on your gloves. You looked perfect. You walked through the entrance and made your way into the main room.

As you walked in you saw her. You gave her a warm smile and waved "Mina, its been a while." when she saw you her pupils widened and her breath hitched. "H- how did you- I didn't-"

Before she could finish her sentence someone came up and interrupted her.

"You must be Y/N! It's a pleasure to meet you." the man said as he went to shake your hand. "I'm guessing you're the lucky guy. Mina's a nice person, make sure you take care of her."

Mina interrupted "Did you invite him Jookeun?"

"Yes." He responded

"When?"

He focused his attention on her and responded "Back when you were getting tired writing invites and I took over I remembered how you mentioned a coworker from your previous job, so I thought it'd be a nice surprise to invite him. I'm terribly sorry did you not want me to?"

She sighed "No it's fine. You did nothing wrong honey. Thank you. It's nice to see his face again really. Now please excuse me, I- I need to a moment to get myself together." Mina said as she walked away going to a different room. "Sorry about that." He apologized to you. "Oh no I should be the one apologizing." Before he could ask questions you left.

There was no time for idle chit chat you needed to get a layout of the venue before the wedding started. It was rather comfortable a bit fancy but not too much. Seems like even after all these years Mina hasn't changed.

You found yourself in the dining room and found the cake that was made for the wedding. Next to it you saw a few plates, a knife and silverware. "Fancy" you thought before picking it up. You're a guest anyways and it was pretty fancy. Nobody would notice if it went missing anyways.

As you went to open another door you saw that Mina was on the other side laying down on a couch. "What are you doing here Mina?" She bolted up and locked eyes with you. "I should be asking you the same thing."

"Come on aren't you happy to see me. It has been a few years already hasn't it?"

"A few short years." She muttered under her breath.

"That's no way to greet a friend."

"What do you want?"

"Did you not miss me? I missed you ever since-"

"You- you missed me? Y/N you shouldn't be getting so emotional over simply meeting an old coworker."

"But are we really just that? I could've sworn we were something more. Especially after that night."

"Y/N it was just one... one weird night. Please don't tell me you came here looking for a repeat cause it's not happening."

"So, why did you choose Jookeun huh? He's not usually your type, in fact I think he's too innocent considering how you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You put your hand on Mina's cheek and gently rubbed circles on it. "You know what that means, both meanings in fact."

She gave you a dirty look "You're playing with fire right now. Keep it up and I'll ask Jookeun to kick you out of here."

"We both know that's an empty threat."

"What's with your outfit anyways." Mina tried to change the conversation. "You're attending a wedding not a funeral. Do you not know the dress code for a wedding?"

"Should I take it off? I thought I dressed for the occasion."

Mina put her hands on your suit and slowly undressed you. "Wearing an inappropriate attire won't go without repercussions."

She latched her lips onto yours and pulled you closer. You gently took your jacket off and laid it on the floor before you got on top of Mina pinning her beneath you on the couch.

Your hand reached behind her and unzipped her dress and pulled it down. "Still wearing the pink lingerie?"

"It's my favorite one."

"Of course it is." You pressed your lips onto her and pushed open her mouth with your tongue. Your tongue slid into hers. Her warm breath and wetness in her mouth was familiar. You missed it. As you sat on Mina's lap you noticed how warm her core was. "Seems like your body remembers me."

"It remembers you well Y/N and it wants you one more time." It sounded more like a plea to you than a simple comment. Your hand reached down, moving her panties to the side you let one of your fingers inside her aching pussy. A loud clenching sound could be heard as her pussy tightly pressed on your finger.

"Come on Y/N give me your cock." Mina whined. But you weren't going to give her what she wants - not so easily. You shoved your finger deeper into her making Mina cover her mouth as she let out a yelp.

Seeing her get ruined so easily like that night made your cock extremely hard. You missed her body. You unclasped her bra and moved it out of the way. Her breasts were on the smaller side but were still big enough for you to have fun with.

Gently squishing her chat you watched as her breast molded around your hands as you played with them. Mina let out shakey breaths out as you played with he breasts and gently pumped your finger in her pussy.

As you ran your finger down Mina's sides you felt how soft her skin was. It felt better than when you did the first time with her. You licked her nipple which sent a shiver down Mina's spine.

You pinched her nipple which made her let out a loud yelp she couldn't cover her mouth in time. "So noisy, do you want everyone to hear the noises of you cheating on your husband?" Without giving Mina a chance to respond you pushed yourself onto her body and gently kissed her lips before moving onto her chin and slowly trailing down her body.

After kissing her breast you were slowly making your way to her core before a knock came on the door. "Mina the wedding starts in 30 minutes." It was her Jookeun. "Y- yes Jookeun." You weren't worried about the fact that Mina's groom was outside the room and continued to make your way to her pussy.

"Hurry up Y/N." You tapped her panties before you removed yourself from her. "We still have so much time. Why rush?" Mina let out a groan as you continued pressing your hot kisses on her body. After all you were feeling slightly merciful today. Might as well save Jookeun the pain of seeing his wife marked up by another man. Not that it'd matter at the end of the day.

Stopping right before Mina needed it most you pulled yourself away from Mina's body. She opened her eyes and looked at you confused "Y/N what the fuck are you doing?"

"If you want it then you'll have to earn it."

She got up and got on her knees. It's been a while but she still remembers. You pulled your pants down and your cock sprung out. Mina bit the bottom of her lip seeing your cock. She grabbed it and ran it on her face for a while feeling its hardness. Once she had enough she began to suck on your cock. Her tongue twirling around the head while one of her hands fondled your balls.

When she thought she was ready she slowly took your length. You let out a low moan as you felt your cock slowly be covered in her warm wet saliva. She wasn't able to reach the base of your cock.

"Did you get worse Mina? Did all these years of not getting fucked by me make you worse at taking cock?" You mocked her. In an attempt to prove you wrong she pushed your cock deeper into her mouth.

Tears fell down her eyes as she forced herself to take in more of your length. Saliva fell out of the corners of her mouth as her nose hit your pubic hair. Mina worked her tongue on your cock. You shoved deeper in her making your cock touch the back of her throat.

Despite her lack of oxygen she didn't push you away and instead continued working on your hard cock. You felt your cock twitching and quickly started to shove your cock out and back into her throat. The need for pleasure clouded your mind and you released your semen into Mina's mouth.

She drank up your fluid entirely and opened her mouth for you to see. "Please give it to me now."

"I guess you earned it."

Mina got back up and laid on the couch. She spread her legs for you showing you her aching pussy. Slowly you entered her warm tight pussy. Your cock stretched her out as you shoved deeper into her.

Her fluids drenched your cock that was already covered in her saliva making it easier to slip it in further.

"So deep" Mina moaned out.

You wrapped her in a filthy kiss as you continued your thrusts into Mina's pussy. Squelching sounds filled the room and both Mina's and your orgasm drew closer.

With a final thrust your semen covered Mina's walls as her fluids covered your cock. She was panting and was feeling exhausted.

You got yourself up and cleaned up the mess you both made before dressing yourself up. You left the room and locked the door behind you so no one would walk in on Mina laying naked.

You made your way back to the main room where everyone was. "Ah, Jookeun I was looking for you." He looked over at you and waved you over "What's up Y/N, anything I can help you with?"

"There is something you can help me with in fact but we need to be somewhere more... private."

"Of course, we can go to the changing room. Nobody but me and Mina have the key to it."

"Perfect."

As Jookeun led you to the changing room you decided to make chit chat while on the way. "So how did you meet Mina?"

"It's rather embarrassing, I met her when my arm broke after a car crashed into me."

"Is that so? I thought it was inappropriate for doctors to have relationships with their patients."

"Oh no she wasn't my doctor or anything, in fact she's the one who crashed into me. She was a nervous mess but she drove me to the hospital. After that she invited me to coffee and we kinda hit it off."

"That's very... touching."

Both of you arrived at Jookeun's changing room and both of you stepped in. You made sure to lock the door behind you.

"By the way Jookeun did you notice anything off about Mina the night she crashed into you?"

"Well I guess she was acting a bit erratic but I'm sure it was because it was her first time crashing into someone."

"That might be it but I have a feeling there was another reason behind it."

"Care to tell?"

"Not at all."

As those words fell out of your lips you grabbed the knife from the pocket of your jacket and drove the knife into Jookeun's body. He fell to the floor clutching where you stabbed him.

"Don't scream or call for help or you'll scar your vocal chords even worse."

"Wh- why are you-"

"That day, Me and Mina were staying after hours in the restaurant. It was a mistake. A foolish mistake by Mina that caused the accidental burning of the restaurant. And when the police came over and interrogated us do you know what she did?"

He shook his head.

"She blamed it all on me and I went to prison for 10 years over her lies. To my dear Mina who showed no sign of atonement. I wonder if you'll feel the same guilt about marrying him as you did about betraying me."

Jookeun was dead.

You shoved his body in a closet, covered the blood stains, and left the room and locked it when you left. You went over to the fireplace you saw earlier. Nobody was around anymore. You burned your clothes in the fireplace before heading off to find Mina.

Luckily she bumped into your first.

"Y/N can we talk?"

"Can we do this somewhere more private?"

She nodded and led you to the changing room.

As you stepped in she spoke "Cut the bullshit Y/N why are you here?"

"I told you, to congratulate my friend."

"You're lying! I know you're up to something."

"What are you going to do about it? It can't possibly be worse than what you've already done."

"So you are here for that..."

"Fine I'll leave, but first let my give you the gift I made just for you."

"You made me a gift?"

"Yes, go ahead and reach into my jackets pocket for it."

"Fine, but afterwards I'm getting Jookeun to kick you out."

As she reached into your pocket she grabbed the knife handle and pulled it out of your pocket. Her eyes widened as she saw it was a knife covered in blood.

"Th- this is- you didn't-"

"I didn't, you did."

"Wh- what?"

"This is your weapon."

"Is that what you're going to tell? You're insane, why would I-"

"How should I know? I'm merely a witness. Maybe he caught us having sex and you killed him to silence him to save your image."

"Stop it, stop talking!"

"Because you would do anything to save yourself."

"I would never kill someone over something that petty!"

"And I never committed arson."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I'll kill you!"

As she went to stab your chest you opened the closet and Jookeun's body fell on the floor.

Mina screamed at the top of her lungs. People came rushing into the room and what they saw was Mina standing over Jookeun's dead body. "Get away everyone she's dangerous! I saw her stab Jookeun and then she came after me!" Mina fled the scene wailing pushing people out of the way as she ran.

People rushed over to Jookeun's side and you heard people dialing something on their phones. Probably the police. But you weren't focused on them.

You followed Mina to the parking lot.

"I didn't- I didn't do it!" she screamed as she ran. But she didn't make it far as she fell on her knees.

She looked up at you tears falling down her face ruining her make up. Police sirens could be heard at a distance. You gave her a smirk.

You went up to her - police sirens drawing closer - and you asked her "Mina, do you atone now?"

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Jookeun (죽은) means "Dead" in Korean. Just a nice hint to let you know he was going to die.

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allhailbuckybarnes · 17 hours ago

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the love confession

summary: bob can’t stand it. you’re just too fucking pretty. you distract him, you make every horrible, ugly thought dissipate. he craves it. he knows you, and you know him. it feels right, and his feelings are so strong he doesn’t know what to do anymore. he has no idea that you feel the same. that you ache for his comfort, for his feelings to reflect your own.

but a week of strained normalcy, a build up of emotional tension, and a failed mission lead to more than innocent, friendly thoughts. bob’s limits are reached on waiting for the right damn moment.

he has to tell you. you want to tell him. let’s watch each of you try ;)

warnings: fluff/smut, longing, pining, some use of y/n, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, dirty thoughts, tension, body worship, bob is down bad, bob is a MAN, you are just as down bad, yelena is number one supporter, idiots in love, confusion, jealousy, a pinch of angst, just playing: so so much angst, possessive bob, oral sex (m&f receiving), canon-typical violence, nightmares, anger, hurt/comfort, reader gets hurt badly (more on that later), bob is not okay, fear, love, please just kiss alr you two

authors note: this chapter is literally gonna kill me… i’m screaming and kicking my feet. it's giving just kiss alr.

also, bob is a man, okay guys? i'm not sure if y'all love me making him a little more confident and manly, but he is definitely not a child. just the fact that he has been through all the shit he has, and is still a gentleman is enough to make him a man in my eyes. but yeah, anyways, i hope you like soft dom bob... he's still desperate for you i promise.

wednesday and the almost kiss (chapter three)

“Aww, this is so cute guys.” A distant voice chimed. Your head felt the lightest it had in a while.

Your body was curled into something warm. You nuzzled further towards the warmth, and two other voices exclaimed, “Aww!!!”

Wait—last night.

Where’d you end up?

You and Bob, reading, talking, did you fall asleep?

You shoot up—face-to-face with the whole team. Your eyes are unbelievably wide.

John and Bucky stand with their arms crossed, taking in the scene.

Ava and Yelena have a goddamn Polaroid camera out and are snapping disposables left and right. They giggle at your reaction.

And Alexei, well, he’s eating popcorn.

What is it, 7:00?

Bobby is blissfully unaware, snoring softly below you. His floppy brown hair is sprawled across your pillows. You look at his legs, still slightly entangled in yours. He looks so cute.

“So… book club huh?” Walker asks pointedly.

You turn red, “shut up John.” You toss a pillow in his general direction, and he catches it. Of course.

Ava comes to your rescue, “Well, as cute and blackmailish as this has been, we should probably leave them be before Bobby wakes up and freaks out.”

Yelena murmurs in agreement, making sure to snap a couple of last photos. You stick your tongue out at her and then return your gaze to Bob’s sleeping figure.

They file out, Alexei whisper-shouting “You go, girl!” As the door closes. You sigh. What a morning.

Deciding not to cuddle back up to Bobby, you slip the rest of the way out of bed. Your mind is racing at how you’d slept the whole night with no nightmares. How you’d slept the night with Bobby.

Robert Reynolds slept in the same bed as you.

You could cry.

You quickly get in the shower. Jazzed about what had just taken place. They could blackmail you all they wanted. Your crush had stayed the night. “Hell yes, Y/n!!” You cheer to yourself.

He was so hot in his sleep. His arms all wrapped around your middle, holding you to his chest.

You sighed in contentment. Why can’t it always be like this?

After your shower, you wrap yourself up in a towel and walk back into your room.

Bob’s back is to you, and he’s stretching, shirt abandoned to the floor.

You gasp out of instinct, holy lord those back muscles.

He turns at the sound, and is met with your barely covered figure, “Oh my god! I’m sorry!” He exclaims and slaps a hand to his eyes.

You instantly burst into laughter. His brows furrow, “what?”

“You’re cute, you know that, Bobby?” You giggle as you walk straight past him and into your closet. He turns his body, following the sound of your voice. Now you could see his front. Goodness gracious.

Okay so now you were admitting that you thought he was cute. Man, you were on a roll.

He smiles lopsidedly and stammers, “Thank you…”

You throw on some quick workout clothes, silently cursing yourself for not bringing them into the bathroom. You’d probably scared the life out of Bob.

Worth it to see that v-line.

You wonder back out to your room, Bob has put his shirt on again, damn it, and his cheeks are a dusty pink. You smile at him, “How’d you sleep?”

He rubs at his neck, “The best I’ve slept in years. You must be my lucky charm.”

You laugh and hug him. His arms wrap right back around you. It felt so natural, so right. He smiles into your hair, and without a second thought, he kisses the top of your head.

You both freeze. That was not a friendly kiss.

You slowly let go of him, and when you're face to face again, his cheeks have regained the pink pigment. He smiles awkwardly, but his eyes flicker from your nose to each of your eyes. He finally glances at your lips, but you pull away.

God, I'm a pussy.

"Wanna come to the gym with me?" You stutter, breathless.

He nods, his eyes are wide, and he looks like he's debating between running out your door or smashing his mouth against yours.

"Let's spar," he croaks. He would feel your body against his, one way or another.

Bob finally stopped staring at your lips and went to change into some workout clothes. He thought about kissing you. He wished he had. Your lips looked so damn soft, warm, inviting.

He was gonna die if he held in his feelings any longer.

The truth is, he felt you fall asleep on his chest, and he didn't want to leave.

Your soft hums and sweet little twitches made him want to steal you away from the rest of the world. He watched your nostrils flare, and your fingers grip his shirt. He felt like a man. Your man.

A man with his beautiful girl to take care of.

You were everything he could ever want.

So when he felt himself drifting, Bob chose to stay; he chose to kiss your temple and fall asleep right there in your bed.

Now, he was going to spar with you. He sighed, I need to not be a freak. The last thing Bob needed was to get a hard-on while sparring.

Talk about a turn-off.

He headed down to the gym. But when he arrived, it seemed that Walker had gotten to you first.

He was dodging a punch you threw, and you were cussing in mock frustration. John mocked you right back, punching you square in the jaw.

"C'mon sparks, gimme some of that fire you've got, sweetheart!" John laughed as he sparred with you.

"Watch it Walker, I'm taking it easy on you, spare me the same treatment." You yell back as you sweep his leg. Your jaw was swelling.

Bob's hands are clenched into small fists before he can even breathe. Why the fuck was John calling you 'sweetheart.' And why did he have to hit you so hard?

He swelled with anger internally as he watched the two of you spar from this corner of the gym.

That's my girl, Walker, he thought. Don't make me beat your ass like I have so many times before.

John often liked to challenge Bob to a sparring match in front of the team. Yes, the man was strong, but he was no match for Bob, even on his best day.

The serums they had been given were very different. Bob could easily knock John out of the ring with one hand. It made for a pretty fun watch, though.

Bob saw you finally beat John, knocking him down and holding a solid headlock. He smirked at how uninterested you were in keeping your hands on Walker as he tapped out, immediately pulling away, as John lingered.

Good girl. He smiled.

You noticed him, "Bobby! Did you see that? I just crushed Walker. A little pre-workout if you will." You giggle as you take a drink from your water bottle. The sweat on your neck drips into the crack of your bra.

Fuck Bob, snap out of it.

John grumbles about his defeat and walks over to the elevator, seemingly done with his workout. It was just you and Bobby now. Alone.

"Alright Bobby, I expect you to go hard on me," You snicker, as you get back into the ring.

Baby, you have no idea how hard I am on you, he thinks, joining you in the ring.

You launch at him, taking him by surprise, but Bob quickly recovers, punching you in the side, but holding back slightly, he would never truly hurt you.

You, on the other hand, never took it easy; you landed a strong kick to his stomach, sending him rolling. He gets up just in time to catch your fist and push you away, sending you to the mat as well.

"You're pulling punches, Robert. I can handle it," you growl, and pounce on him again, straddling his hips as you try to get a grip around his neck.

Fuck, he's strong, you think as you feel his muscles ripple around your body.

He flips you over, slamming you back down to the mat, your faces upside down from each other, "Oh yeah, sweetheart?" He smirks, breathless. His sweat drips onto your face from his forehead.

God, I want to kiss that smirk off his mouth. You stare into his eyes. The waves crash against your heart, and somehow it beats even faster; you are so smitten. His smirk slowly falls as he stares right back, putting a hand on either side of your head, "You okay, Y/n?" He asks, but a grin slowly creeps onto his face.

Smug bastard.

"Water break?" You croak, sheepishly. He laughs and nods.

Bob helps you up with one hand, pulling you to your feet. You quickly stride towards your water. "Good punch form, L/n," he smiles.

That praise, it's always just enough to get your head spinning. You laugh, "I couldn't barely get any in, Reynolds. Not with you throwing me around like that."

Both of your minds immediately pictured him throwing you around in another context. But you each shook the thought off and got back to sparring.

By the time you were finished, you were both desperately horny for the other. Bob had willed himself not to get hard, but the sweatier, messier, and louder you got, the harder it was to stop himself.

You were soaked. Just plain ruined. Luckily for you, it was easy to pass off as just more glute sweat, but you were straight up Niagara Falls down there.

How could anyone blame you? Bob was sweaty, his hair clung to his forehead, his muscles were strained, and multiple veins jutted out in his arms, neck, and hands.

His voice had turned more gravelly and low as you continued sparring, and he was manhandling you.

A girl's wet dream was currently pinning you down to the sparring mat, and grunting as you struggled against his hold.

Fuck me.

"Quit shifting around, Y/n, just tap out, admit defeat already," He growled into your ear, struggling to not take you right there. You had been sitting like this for at least five minutes, but you had refused to tap out to him.

He finally just sighed and used his hips to pin you down even further, pressing his groin against your mound. You gasped and immediately tapped out. Bob groaned at the loss of contact. Fuck that was hot.

You were up in a flash, grabbing your bottle and heading for the elevator, flustered, "You win, Bobby." You squeaked quickly and ran for the exit. He followed, abandoning his things on the mat, "Hey! Hey, what's wrong?" Bob caught up and grabbed your arm, pulling you back to meet his face.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" He panicked; maybe the hips were too much. Oh damn it, they were way too much.

You shook your head and tried to turn away again, but his hand caught your chin, keeping your eyes right on his.

"Why're you hiding from me, huh?" He asks, breath still hot and quick from sparring. You swallow nervously and stare into his eyes, helpless.

God, I could just do anything to her right now. As long as she looks at me like that.

"I, I just got... too hot. I felt dizzy." You stammer as you pull his hand from your jaw, holding it by the wrist. The elevator doors open, and he backs you into the wall, putting his wrist on the wall beside your face.

"Cmon, tell me Y/n... I need you to be good, and tell me what that pretty little head is thinking." He teases, his confidence level spiking, as he lets just the slightest bit of Sentry take control. Your eyes wildly search his, as your lips part, and you try to find the words.

He leans in, and his lips just barely brush yours, when a loud chime comes from behind you both. The elevator doors open into the common area. You part from each other. Feeling the tingle from his lips on yours, you quickly exit your room.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

Bob stands, breathless on the elevator, his lips burning from just one graze of yours. He needed to kiss you right, and it needed to be soon.

I'm going to make that girl mine. He groans, rubbing a sweaty palm down his face.

That night, after a long afternoon of avoiding Robert Reynold's at all costs, Yelena crashes into your room. You were reading the same book that Bob had gifted you months ago; this had to have been your fifth time through it.

"C'mon, get dressed. We are going out to the bar." She announces, ripping your book from your hand and tossing it down. You gasped, making sure your book was okay.

You sigh back at her, "Yelena, why are we going to a bar? We have plenty of booze here!" The last thing you needed was to see Bob pressed up against some bimbo at a bar.

She laughs, "You are funny, you know why. I need to get you and Bob drunk enough to finally fuck, it is suffocating to watch you pine over each other." You shush her quickly, "LENA! He's literally right through the wall, and umm, super hearing?!"

She giggles uncontrollably, "Oh, don't worry your little head, кролик, he is already on the way with John."

Well, now you had to go, because Bobby and John didn't get along great, and there was time for said bimbo to latch onto your man. You were so not ready for whatever was going to happen tonight.

FML.

You put on a small black dress and fix your hair. Yelena helped you put on some quick makeup, and you grabbed a pair of short, chunky heels on the way out.

You and Yelena met Ava downstairs, taking the signature Ferrari. The girls talk most of the drive, but you just listen. Your mind is more occupied, thinking about Bob.

I hope he's waiting for me to get there.

The city was so pretty at night, all the lights of NYC gleamed against the sky.

When you get to the bar, you follow Yelena in, the low lighting and loud music taking you in instantly. You see John making out with a girl in the corner, who is surprised? Nobody.

It looks like Bucky and Alexei decided not to come tonight because Bob was leaning against a pole by the bar, a Scotch in his hand, alone. He takes your breath away as he stares at you, slowly drinking in your figure.

You cross to him and sit at the bar, asking for a couple of vodka shots. When they come, you signal for him to take one with you. He obliges, and you both tilt your heads back, feeling the burn coat your throats. He stares at you, and you don't speak.

A man taps your shoulder, and you turn. Bob's eyes turn the slightest bit darker as he holds his Scotch glass tighter. The man uses some pickup line he couldn't have found anywhere but the internet, and his eyes rake over your neck and cleavage. You decline his offer to dance. Bob could kiss you.

The man takes a look at Bob, and then you, and assures you he 'meant no offense,' as he finally leaves. You turn back towards Bobby, only to be met with his eyes. He looked pissed.

"Something wrong, Robert?" You ask innocently, the slightest hint of seduction in your tone. God, alcohol made you a cocky bitch.

He sets his glass down and grabs your wrist, wordless. Pulling you to the dance floor, Bob grips your hip tightly, possessively, and sways you both to the music. He doesn't speak, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know.

There wouldn't be any more men coming up to you tonight, and if you were going home with one, it would be him.

He scans your face, noticing the blush on your cheeks, and looks at your neck. Your collarbone peeks out enough for him to want to take a bite. He seriously considers it. But you pull him close, foreheads touching, and his eyes return to yours.

They speak one word, sin.

Robert can practically hear your thoughts as you stare. You wanted him to take you into the alley and fuck you hard, he could tell. He watched as you stared at his neck veins, you wanted him to choke you, didn't you, dirty girl? Your hands were tightly gripping the shirt he wore, nails just barely scraping him. Your mouth was slightly open, and your lips were wet.

You were panting, wanting, and needy. He could read it off your sheer positioning.

Who was he to deny you?

He pulls you off the floor, leading you to the back entrance, "C'mon, I need to properly finish what I started." He growls, nipping at your ear. You groan quietly and follow without another question.

Once you find the door, you crash into the alley, and Bob spins you, pinning you up against the brick of the building.

"Did you think I could go another day, only almost kissing you? Barely getting to feel those lips? Not getting to make them mine?" He groans, wrecked. His hands feel at your waist as he whispers the dirty words into your temple.

You moan, and push a hand into his hair, pulling his mouth towards yours. He stops you, gripping your neck at the base.

"Hold on, baby," he strains. God, just kiss me already, Bobby.

"I need you to know that this isn't me just wanting to get into your pants, Y/n." He grunts, barely able to hold himself back. He watches your eyes as you take in his words. "I want you to be mine, in every meaning of the word. I want to fall asleep in your bed every night, on purpose. I want to make you coffee in the morning, I want to read our books and go to the store, go on dates. But most of all, I want to call you mine, make you mine." He admits, his eyes shifting to each of yours. His chest rises and falls, "I can't spend one more goddamn day pretending like you are only a friend to me."

Your heart bursts, and you tackle him, pressing your lips together.

Finally.

He meets you in the middle, kissing you back with the same amount of passion and want. Your teeth clash as your tongues collide. You taste him, and he tastes like heaven. You stand in the alleyway, making out, and you both feel a deep, new feeling in your chests.

He laughs when your lips part, and he crushes you to his chest, kissing your hair. You could cry. You feel nothing but love for him. For Bobby, your Bobby.

We'll get to love later, you think as you grip him tightly.

There would be plenty of time for you to feel this new relationship out. You were just happy that he had chosen to tell you, that he had kissed you, and that he wanted you.

Bob pulled away, and pressed another searing kiss onto your lips, "Let me take you home, baby." He purred.

Oh fuck yes.

CLIFFHANGER!!!! SORRY!!!! smut in the next chapter, I promise...

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chaconnewon · 2 days ago

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nerd!won surprising u by actually being good in bed despite what the others say (him being bitchless i mean) *but still clumsy and cute 😩* PLEASE

a/n: TOOK ME A FUCKING WHILE TO WROTE THIS. I am so, so sorry. Is not even that good. I had to change it so many time that I dont really know if it's what you wanted or... anyways I hope you like it(if you see it ;_;) Thank you so much for the request. <3

surface ─── y.jw

contains: nerd!jungwon x fem!reader, masturbation(f. recieving), unpreotected sex(gyus no), mentions of a party, alcohol(both conscious), jungwon looks like a tease but it's a softie, mention of aftercare. wc: 2k(2.261) a/n pt2: this is proofread but once again english is not my frist languague so it may contains mistakes. hope you enjoy it !!!

‘’Why you care about body count so much?’’

You didn’t mean to overhear that conversation but those students were too close to you, and they weren’t speaking quietly. You took some books off your shelf locker, maybe a little slower to continue being nosey.

‘’ What if I'm sleeping with someone who has zero experience?’’

‘’ Everyone has been inexperienced at least once. Not a big deal, you’re having sex for fun not to impress someone.’’

That was right. No one should be ashamed for being a virgin, or lacking in experience. From the past years people made sex look like some kind of competition. Setting your status based on how many people you slept with. Nothing to flex about, neither if you have sex or not, both valid.

‘’ I know for sure some of your classmates have lost their virginity…’’

‘’ Jesus, why are we talking about that? ‘’

‘’ What do you mean ‘we’? She seems to have been ovulating for the past two months! My girl, if you wanna get laid so bad, go ask Jay for one night. I'm pretty sure he won’t deny.’’

‘’Not my type.’’

The girls laughed, and so did you. Quietly, of course.

‘’My type is more like… Jaeyoon? Or maybe Jungwon!’’

You knew both of them. Well, actually you knew Jake for always saying dumb shit at the worst moment possible. He kinda makes you laugh, and was a good classmate. And Jungwon…

Jungwon was the type of guy who’s smart as fuck. Like, had a response to everything. He knew about so many things you couldn’t remember. Doesn’t talk too often but always has the first place in the ranking grades. No one could beat him even if they tried. A lot of people envied him for that, even making bad comments about him but Jungwon didn’t seem to care. For you, it was just admiration. A person so sweet, caring and smart. You couldn’t find bad traits about him and you didn’t want to.

It’s been four days since that conversation lingered in your mind and you couldn't help but wonder what was your ideal type. Never thought about that before and you felt curious. Not that you have an extensive list of crushes throughout your life but still.

Of course you liked some people, but none of them had a unique trait to make you think ‘’that is maybe some kind of my type’’ like glasses, or people taller than you. Honestly, you didn’t care as long as they were nice to you and the others.

Cuz we don’t beg or idealise the bare minimum.

As soon as you stepped outside the school building, you stretched your body, hearing some of your bones crack. It was Friday, finally. And you couldn’t wait to arrive home and do nothing for the rest of the weekend. But again, you overheard another conversation.

‘’It is true that this boy next class is arranging a party?’’

‘’I think so, shall we go?’’

A party… When was the last time you went to a party? You thought about it, until said party day came. You stood in front of the door, hearing the music through the walls, blasting. Was that a good idea? You were 100% sure you wanted to spend the night in someone’s house full of people you didn't know?

When you stepped inside, the warmth of people's bodies slapped you, making you gasp for air. Did they really enjoy being so crowded, almost sweating, rubbing against other people? You didn't like the idea, and walked through dancing bodies until you reached the kitchen, apparently the only place in the house that seemed to be… spacious.

You got yourself a cup of whatever they were handing, sipping thirsty and almost immediately regretting it.

‘’Shit, did these people even pour some soda or something?’’ you muttered, eyebrows furrowing as you checked the plastic cup.

By the corner of your eye, you caught some silhouette gripping the kitchen counter. He seemed like the alcohol was doing something to him, and he tried to act cool but didn’t work. Concerned, you held him by his arm, and soon found out who he was.

‘’Jungwon?’’

‘’Did you know those fuckers are serving just alcohol? No mixed, no shit. Straight pure alcohol like it’s gonna be banned.’’ he said, shaking his head with disapproval. ‘’Fuck, it’s burning my throat. And the people here aren’t making it easy.’’

You chuckled, softly. You haven’t heard Jungwon curse like that, like he was truly disgusted.

You looked around, searching for a crowdless place to bring him. But everywhere was full of students: furniture, the couch, even the corners… Everything was filled with drunk, noisy people. And when you were that irritable, the least you wanted was some drunkass bothering you.

‘’Come here, let’s go.’’

You took him by his wrist, leading the way across the people. You didn’t even know whose house it was, but your steps guided you to the close bedroom, opening the door and entering, pulling Jungwon inside too. You placed him on the edge of the bed, and you took a seat on some chair in front of him.

Jungwon had his cheeks blushed due to the alcohol but still was very conscious of his actions and thoughts. His lips were parted slightly, breathing through them. And then was when you realised that Jungwon never had a dating rumor. You found him so pretty you reached that conclusion. You haven’t seen him with a girl, or talking about girls. Was he single? Or was he in a private relationship with someone? You heard other students making fun of him because apparently he had no one.

But what was the reality?

When you came back down from your daydreaming, you found his feline eyes looking directly at you, his head tilted to one side trying to read your mind.

‘’You good?’’ you asked, acting as natural as you could.

‘’Uh-hum’’ he hummed. ‘’And you? You seem far away from here.’’

You looked at him again, feeling how the blush was creeping in your face. And he smirked. He fucking smirked, like he noticed you red-ish shade lighting up you face. Like he knew what was inside your head.

Jungwon leaned in to grab the armchair, and pulled it closer to him, placing you and the chair between his legs. Suddenly something shifted in the air. Having him so close made your pulse rate high.

‘’Is there any hidden intention why you brought me here?’’

You swallow hard, shaking your head. ‘’I–I saw you struggling, and thought to… I don’t know, you maybe feel better with no one around.’’

He faked a thoughtful expression. His hand travelled from the armchair to your chin, raising your head for you to look fully at him. There was something dark in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite tell. And honestly, it was hard to tell if you liked it or not.

Before you could react, his lips were pressing against yours. Slow movements started an addicting dance between both lips. His hand cupped your face, tilting it to one side to fit the kiss even better. You kissed him back without thinking twice, with hunger.

With ease he lifted you and laid you down on the bed, positioning him between your legs. His lips descended from your mouth to your neck, marking and sucking it at the right places, like he knew your body better than you did. You squirmed beneath him, soft whines leaving your lips. You heard him curse underneath his breath, teeth sinking your soft neck skin to suppress his gasps.

He looked at you again, desire mixed with some kind of adoration reflecting his eyes. His hand roamed your body, memorizing every inch of it. You could keep still, arching your body against his soft touch. Jungwon’s fingerpads reached your clothed nipples, brushing it slowly until they were hard, perky.

‘’You liked that?’’ he smiled, pitching you perky bud and got a moan for answer, content.

‘’F–Feels good.’’

‘’Does it? Should I continue?’’

‘’Please.’’

Jungwon didn't hang you waiting, raising you top clothes and exposing your breasts, covered by the thin layer of your bra. Gently hands were kneading your soft flesh, feeling every inch of your breasts. You back arched again to keep feeling the warmth of his hands, which traveled down until reaching your pants. You nodded at him as giving permission to go further, and he unbuttoned your pants, sliding them through your legs and tossing them aside.

He gripped your knees, spreading them to settle between them again. His fingers traced soft lines inside your thigh until they reached your clothes core, cupping it above the fabric. You gasped, breath hitching as he started to give pressure into your clit –or at least where he thought it was.

You shifted slightly, moving your hips to align his fingerpads and your clit. He was fast to catch up on what was going on.

‘’Not reaching?’’

‘’You’re a bit to the side…’’ you giggled softly, earning a soft chuckle from him for the first time that night.

He was a bit ashamed. It was his first time doing something like that, a fact that you would believe if he said it out loud. When he had enough of teasing you, his free hand moved to slide your panties to one side, taking a look at your wet pussy. He tried again, pressing two fingers in your clit and moving them in slow circles. He watches carefully your expressions, how you face contorned in pleasure even if he was moving them at slow pace.

He left you clit to spread your lips and coated his fingers in your arousal, the same ones brushing your entrance but not putting it in. Jungwon saw your legs tremble, trying to trap his hand between them and had to grab one of your legs to keep them open.

‘’Tell me if you want to stop because I don’t think I have enough energy myself. Please Y/N…’’

‘’N–No, don’t stop.’’

He smiled, and got rid of his own pants and underwear. You looked down, curious, and saw his hard dick standing. Maybe it was the prettiest dick you have ever seen–not that you saw many but still. He took himself from the base and pushed the tip a bit, coating it with your juices.

‘’You sure?’’

‘’Yes, I’m sure.’’

You looked at him for the last time. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, brows furrowing slightly. His cheeks were even red-ish that before, and you couldn’t help but to think that he was looking so cute right now. Despite being seconds away to fuck you, but he was still cute. He held one of your hands, interlacing his fingers at the same time he pushed his length inside you.

Inch by inch he bottomed you out, making sure there was no pain during it. But the second he noticed your scrunched expression, he stopped.

‘’Are you alright?’’

You nodded but Jungwon didn’t feel like it. His mind was racing, thinking of something to ease the pain you were not talking about. Then an idea snapped his mind. Jungwon took a pillow and placed it under your lower back, making your body a bit arched.

‘’O–Oh, feels better like this.’’ You told him, squeezing his hand.

He took it as a sign to continue. Slowly, he pulled back a bit and again pushed his entire dick inside you, leaving you gasping for air. Jungwon continued to move with no rush, letting your insides adjust to his length. His free hand caressed your sides, then your stomach until they were back at your hips. Grabbing them, he started to pick up his pace, your moans slowly driving him insane.

You found out that, same as you, he was a vocal person. Especially when your walls clapped him so tight it was hard to move inside.

‘’Shit– You feel so good.’’ he panted, leaning closer to your body. His hot breath reached your neck, giving you goosebumps.

Soon his dick was reaching spots you would have never known it would feel so good, making you squirm under his body. Your moans became a bit pitch-highed and more continuous, a clear sign you were close to snap. And that was the last straw from Jungwon, pushing harder into you, his tip constantly rubbing that sweet spot inside you.

You could tell he was close too by the way his thrusts were sloppier, his dick twitching inside you.

‘’F–Fuck, I’m so close–’’

‘’Me too, please. Don’t slow down.’’

He growled, hooking one of your legs from behind and lifting it a bit, reaching even further.

‘’Fuck! Just like that!’’

‘’ Haah… Y/N, wh–where do you want it?’’

You mumbled something about outside but not clarifying where. He waited until you reached your peak, clamping hard his dick with your gummy walls as the orgasm washed you all over. It felt good, so good he almost forgot to pull out. He was lost in the way his name fell off your lips in such an erotic way.

As you were coming back from your high, Jungwon suddenly pulled out, just in time to spurt thick ropes of cum from his throbbing cock. They landed in your pussy, mixed with your own release.

You two tried to catch your breath, feeling how his seed was dripping from your cunt into the sheets beneath you.

‘’You good?’’ he asked, stroking gently your face. You nodded. ‘’Good, let me clean you, okay?

#enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #drabble #chaconnewon #enhypen jungwon #jungwon smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen x reader #enha smut

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kutiepiie · 1 day ago

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꣑ৎ 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

toji fushiguro loved his wife to bits. the woman of his dreams, the mother of his beautiful children. he wouldn't be this happy if it wasn't for you coming into his life.

he always makes sure to pepper you with kisses, tell you how much he loves and adores you and do small favours for you that mean the world to you. but other than that, he loves fucking you.

be it on the kitchen counter, bent over the couch, washing machine or bed, he does not care. he just can't get enough of your pretty pussy and your cute moans.

"the kids could come home at any moment, hnngh", you're bent over the kitchen counter as toji hungrily stares at your ass, cock hard in his hands as he slides it between your wet folds, pumping it slowly.

"i'll be quick, don't worry", he reassures and starts sliding in inch by inch. you both gasp and a shudder rolls down your spine. your breathing going heavy and he's all in. he smacks your ass, causing you to clench down on him and he lets out a groan. "fuck you're so hot mama...can't get enough of you...", he places his hands firmly on your waist and starts thrusting.

his movements are slow at first, trying to enjoy the feeling of you clenching around his hard dick and the pretty quiet sounds you let out make it even more worse. he wants to enjoy the moment, make it last longer, he really does until he hears, "go faster toji. please", you're looking over your shoulder at him, eyes lidded with lust and he just looses it.

he gathers your hair in his fist and starts relentlessly pounding into you. the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder.

your back is arch, hands placed onto the counter as you moan his name loudly. "yes, toji-fuck..haah...just like that-oh~". he delivers another smack to your ass and you clench down on him again and he growls.

"you're so-ah-so fuckin' tight mama...so fuckin' sexy all for me, yeah?", you nod as a familiar knot forms in the pit of your stomach and the same for him.

he pulls your hair harder, now thrusting faster into you, chasing his high as well as yours guttural grunts and groans from him and precious moans echo the room.

"i'm gonna cum..fuck- gonna cum inside of you", he announces and with one final thrust, he's dumping his load inside of you as your orgasm takes over. you both moan loudly as he continue thrusting, the feeling of his seed inside of you making you feel so full brings tears to your eyes.

the both of you catch your breathes trying to calm down and he leans forward placing a kiss on your neck and shoulders. "did that feel good?", he asks against your ear and lightly bites it causing you to shiver and he smirks at you.

that's when you hear the car parking outside your house and start panicking. "shit!"

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revelboo · 2 days ago

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Hello Boo! It's currently hot as balls where I'm at and my AC sucks ass plus I'm dying of a migraine. May I kindly ask how any mech, I don't care, reacts to hot ass weather? 🥺

Oh, no! I hope the migraine at least eases up soon! I headcanon that they run warm and prefer cooler temperatures so they don’t overheat, so they’d probably not enjoy muggy heat and humidity

Heat

Hound x Reader

• Hair slicked to your neck with sweat, you start to drape an arm out of Hound’s open window and then wince at the heat radiating off of his green plating almost feeling like it’s burning you. Why had you wanted to go for a ride again? His altmode is topless and the sun is just baking you even with the wind tearing at your hair as you slump in his driver’s seat and watch the wheel turn on its own. Only pretending to be driving if you see another car. “I think I’m melting.”

• Given that his seat is getting damp with your sweat? Yeah. You’re melting and the fact that you’re complaining about being too hot? That’s saying something since you’re always shivering in the Ark. “Hang on. Got an idea,” he says, turning onto a familiar road to get under the tree cover and you relax some with the shade. Venting, his fans cycled on as soon as he’d rolled out of the Ark and haven’t cut off yet. Overheating, but he hadn’t been able to deny you when you asked to go for a drive.

• “The lake?” You guess, liking where his processor’s going as he rumbles around you in agreement. Bouncing along the rutted out logging road, as soon as he pulls up to the lake and pops open the door, you slide out and toe off your shoes. Hear the metallic, almost musical sound of him transforming behind you before he’s striding past you and walking into the lake to sit down with a groan. “Won’t you, I don’t know, rust?”

• Laughing as he relaxes in the water only up to his mid chassis, he grins at you. “Sweetspark, I’m not going to rust.” Fans humming trying to cool himself, the cold water’s helping and he’s tempted to lay back and relax. Clearing his vents, he’s aware of you lingering on the shore and when he looks, his engine sputters. Because you’re stripping out of your layers to reveal soft skin and he’s frozen starring at you. “What are you doing?” He manages, voice strained.

• “Apparently skinny dipping,” you say, glancing over and hesitating because he’s just staring, mouth slightly open. He’s never seen you naked or any human most likely, you realize and wonder if that look on his face is the same one you reserve for your sister’s elderly, hairless cat. “You good?” You call out, the gawking making you self conscious. Yeah, you’re pretty sure that’s the same vaguely horrified look you have when that wrinkly cat jumps in your lap wanting to be petted.

• You’re naked. Completely naked. And he’s staring and very aware that he probably shouldn’t be as you frown and wade into the water. Then dive under. Had known humans could swim, but he’s never actually seen it. Tracking your shape under the water, the way you move in it like this is your element. Wholly different from how you move on land. When you surface to tread water, skin wet and hair slicked back, you look more alien than ever. Fascinating as you roll onto your back and everything he’s been curious about, all your secrets are right there on display as he swallows a groan, fans whirring right back on high. Because you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

#transformers x reader #g1 hound x reader #tf hound

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tojiizm · 3 days ago

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THAT P*SSY GOT POWER

t. fushiguro || mdni. nsfw! || warnings: fem!reader. porn w/o plot. fluff/smut. squirting. aftercare. multiple rounds. i think that's it. bad writing.

an: i need him so bad. he's literally on my mind 24/7. i woke up this morning and thought about this </3.

the room was filled with sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. toji had you on your stomach, his body crushing yours but you loved it. you loved feeling the weight of him on you, it made you feel secure. you feel toji wrap one of his arms around your neck, putting you into a headlock. the action made you tighten around his cock and his hips stuttered.

"ngh, fuck." he buried his face in the crook of your neck, marking it up with his teeth. you whined at the sensation, pushing your hips back into his. "please." you whimpered, you didn't even know what you were begging for. all you knew is that you wanted more of him.

one of toji's hands snaked down your body and started rubbing tight circles on your clit. your eyes shut from the pleasure, toji's name coming out of your mouth like it was the only thing you knew. and in a way, it was. "mmh, i'm gonna cum." you moaned out, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.

his hips snapped against yours even faster and harder. within a few seconds, you cum around his cock. his hips are pressed against your ass as he cums with you, a low groan escaping his mouth.

he slowly pulls out of you, a low hum coming from him as he watches his cum slowly drip out of you. his hands are on your hips before he flips you onto your back. you gasp, looking up at your husband with half-lidded eyes.

toji has a smirk on his face. "you thought we were done?" his voice is dripping with smugness. he pulls you towards him, your legs finding their place on his shoulders. he leans down, pressing his lips against yours as you sloppily make-out with him.

you feel him insert his cock into you, your hands finding their way to his back. your fingertips glide over his muscles, a lazy smile on your face. his lips travel down to your breasts, marking them with hickeys.

his strokes start off slow as he practically makes out with your tits. the assault continues until he pulls off of them with a pop, his pace increasing with each second. it makes you moan and clench around him, your nails dragging down his back, leaving red marks. toji lets out a groan at the sensation, his hands roaming all over your body before they settle on your thighs.

he lifts himself off of you, your ankles are crossed behind his head. his grip on your thighs is felt and you're sure that he'll leave a mark. whimpers and soft moans are all that is heard from you, drool is leaking from your mouth and your hair is sprawled out. toji thinks it's the most beautiful he's ever seen you.

well, apart from your wedding day, of course.

"you're so pretty like this." he murmurs, his eyes roaming all over your body but especially your face. the way you look up at him, oh, it makes his heart swell. "my pretty baby. my pretty girl." he feels you tighten around his cock at the praise and a smug smile is on his face.

you smile at his words, face hot from embarrassment. his hands grip your hips, thumbs softly massaging your skin as he continues his brutal pace. you get that familiar feeling in your tummy and toji feels it. his hand is between your legs, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit in tight and fast circles.

"a-ah! fuuuck. toji.." you moan out, back arching off of the mattress from the pleasure. your hands grip the bedsheets like your life depends on it. suddenly, you feel something unfamiliar start to unravel.

"wait! oh, fuck!" you feel wetness drip down your thighs and spurt everywhere as toji fucks you through your orgasm. "oooh, there we go. heh." he smiles proudly. it's not long until he comes right after with a low moan.

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. you can feel your whole body shaking, toji can feel it too. his hands start to rub your thighs soothingly.

"you okay baby?" he hums, and you nod. "just tired." you reply. "okay. let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" he grabs one of his shirts and puts it on you before going to the bathroom for a wet cloth. he gently wipes the inside of your thighs before putting a pair of your panties on you. you crawl inside the sheets, the warmth engulfing you. he puts on a pair of boxers and gets in next to you.

"i love you, baby." toji kisses your forehead, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to him. "i love you, toji." you say before sleep overtakes you.

#jjk fanfic #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk smut #fanfic #i need him

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m-robinavitch · 3 days ago

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if you never left.

Pairing: Andrew "Pope" Cody x Female!Reader Summary: 1995 Oceanside, California Senior year, fun and exciting- right? 18 years old and nothing can dampen your year- right? Except you've had a cute, dimply, curly haired shadow since freshman year. Cute and cocky and an ego that hasn't been flushed out by his circumstances yet. Andrew has loved you since he was 15. He knows the world is cruel and he tries to remain normal because the only thing that keeps him going right now is you. You love to hate him. You love to play hard to get but he is relentless. And the world is cruel but it can't be that cruel- right? Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Young/18 year olds in love. This is a young baby Pope fic. He masks hard. Mentions of OCD and panic attacks. Story flip flops from freshman year to senior year. Everything in italics is freshman year/past/back story as to why our idiots do something. Idiots to friends to lovers. No smut this chapter. Fluff and angst mostly. I mean- OOC Pope but this is basically AU so- fuck off ya know? Didn't even proofread so if there is a mistake just skip over it I'm old and tired.

He lied.

Andrew lied.

It wasn’t the first time he had lied to you but- it was the first time he hurt you. He promised he’d never hurt you. He swore to himself one night, watching you sleep while curled up in his jersey and an arm thrown around his waist to keep him close- he swore to himself that no matter what Smurf or Baz or even fucking Catherine says, he won’t hurt you. That you’re the one. He’ll follow you wherever you ask because all you have to do is look up at him with those pretty eyes and bat your lashes and he’s on his fucking knees for you.

But he still lied. He lied and you’re pissed and confronting him about it because after months of being together and years of knowing him- you deserve better. And he knows that.

That’s why Andrew lied. Because you were too good for all of this. You would be used, a pawn used by Smurf to dangle in front of him and if he can’t get away from this- he can fight like hell with himself to make sure that you do.

That's why he lied.

Fall 1994

God you hated him, smug little asshole with curls and a dimple that he flashes you every fucking morning. Cocky and- so fucking cute. But as much as you hated him- you jumped around with a smile on your face and his number painted on your cheek while waving your fucking pom poms in the air, getting the entire crowd to cheer and chant his name along with you. It only made you hate him more that he winked at you between plays and would point at you before running the ball down the entire field because ’this one’s for you.’ And of course everyone thought it was so romantic, the football player and the cheerleader like some damned teenage romcom. No. It wasn’t fucking cute and he was running over to you after the fucking touchdown and picking you up to spin you around and you cannot shove him away. Not yet anyway. Because your heart flutters a bit. You get flushed. You laugh in his ear and he hears it and it only eggs him in more and-

“I said don’t fucking pick me up during the games-” you shove him from his spot at his desk on Monday, hating the way he laughs when you do- forcing down the way it makes those butterflies swarm in your gut.

“I’m sorry baby-” no he’s not. He’s not and you’re trying to not smile at the way he calls you baby- softly so only you can hear it.

“No you’re not. And I said don’t call me that.” You settled into your desk- right in front of him so he can spend the entire class period torturing you. But he stands and comes to kneel in front of you- like every Monday.

“Lemme take you out- make it up to you?” Big, soft hazel eyes pleaded to you. He was being sincere. Andrew has wanted to take you out since freshman year. What started out as an innocent crush from seeing you walk into homeroom.

He didn’t want to be here. The room was too fucking loud- chairs scraping along the floor, students talking and laughing too much, the rustling of papers and scratching of pens and pencils. He felt antsy and nauseated- his backpack still in his lap like a shield to protect him from everyone else. The other teenagers who would pick up on his anxiety and use it against him. Julia was in a different class, Baz was an upperclassman, he felt alone and exposed. He was so lost in his head but when the door opened, he instinctively looked up to see who else he had to worry about. You walked in like the room wasn’t full of strangers- smiling and apologizing to the teacher because you got lost. The air suddenly felt so thick and hot that he couldn’t breathe because you were walking over to the empty seat in front of him. Andrew had that feeling in his chest that you get when you miss a step on the stairs.You hung your backpack behind your chair, the crudely sewn on patch of a sunflower on it brightened his world immediately. He could only blink up at you because before you sat you gave him a shy smile, Andrew had never seen anyone so pretty in his life. The room was still loud but everything seemed to quiet down in his mind- his chest felt warm and tight. When you turned to pass back some papers the teacher handed out, your fingers touched and he swore there was a spark. He was so busy staring at your hair, the color and the style that he didn’t hear the teacher start calling for attendance and his voice cracked so fucking stupidly that he wanted to die. But- he waited for your name. Waited to hear it and when you announced yourself- your voice swam along his mind and he didn’t realize it then but you would live in his mind forever after that first day. Because when he got his notebook out- he drew a tiny sunflower in the corner with your name right under.

Every morning you came sauntering down the halls with your books in hand and a shy smile on your lips when you would pass him and Baz that first week of freshman year- to now. Playing jump rope with that line of friends and- well more than friends. He craves any attention you give him, good or bad. And he knows you don’t hate him- not really. You liked the chase of the bad boy like this was some fucking movie. You knew he was a little dangerous. You knew his reputation- before Baz graduated he and Andrew together got into fights on the field or in the hall or the cafeteria or in the fucking classroom and the only reason they weren’t suspended or kicked out was because Andrew fucking broke the team’s losing streak his freshman year- took them to the championship game and every year since then.

“Fat chance” rolling your eyes and flicking his hand off your desk while the teacher walks in to start class.

“All I hear is there’s a chance.” He smirks, standing with a wink to sit back behind you and minutes later while the teacher drones on about Romeo and Juliet, a note slides its way between your arm to sit on your lap.

‘So a date on Saturday then?’ in his messy chicken scratch handwriting that you’ve learned to decipher over the years. Why did you smile? Why did it make your chest flutter and-

‘Fuck off Andrew.’ With a little heart at the end before you balled it up and tossed it behind you. It was the hearts that kept him coming back for more, every little heart when you write notes back with your pretty handwriting in fucking glitter gel pen. Now- if you actually meant it, he’d know. He’d leave you alone and would never bother you again. But this has been 4 years in the making and Andrew knows you by now. He knows how you shiver when he drags the eraser of his pencil along your back during class, sometimes writing little words on your skin and you try to not pay attention but you swear you can make out the letters of his name dragging along your skin. It started out as him just being annoying with it freshman year- Andrew would tap his pencil three times before circling an answer. He had to. He had to do it or he’d fail the test in his mind. It apparently bothered some assholes around you but you honestly didn’t even hear it at first. You started sitting next to him more during your classes together because some other people either got annoyed that he would tap his pencil or shoe rhythmically to ease his mind- not because you wanted to sit next to him or anything. No, absolutely not. You’d tell him your old seat was under the vent and you got cold- or you’d ask if he wants you to move and he always shakes his head no immediately.

But then- the tapping started on your back. Three times before he chose his answer- you were almost a good luck charm because after you started to sit in front of him, he never failed a test. Then he was tapping his pencil on your back every class period when there were no tests and you learned that he just wanted the attention from you- so you stopped turning around or shoving his pencil away. On hot days where you wore a tank top or the shell of your cheerleader uniform- he’d trace the freckles on your shoulders, drawing the constellations and connecting the dots. Then he started with shapes, mostly hearts and swirls on your back but- the shapes started to take form in words. Simple. ‘Hi’. ‘Cute’. ‘Mine’. Sometimes he’d lean forward and catch your ear when the teacher wasn't looking to ask you what he wrote. Sometimes he slips the pencil under your bra strap to snap the string against your shoulder.

Andrew was such an insufferable jerk because he knows you don’t actually hate him. Do you like him the way he likes you? Well he’s not entirely sure yet. But he knows you don’t hate him. You don’t hate the way he leans on your locker, waiting for you before the bell rings- asking how you slept and if you say please he’ll pick you up tomorrow morning so you don’t have to take the bus. You don’t hate the way he slides next to you in the cafeteria- taking handfuls of the chips or candy you had and looking over your shoulder at what you were reading. You don’t hate the way he finds you in the library, sitting across from you with the biggest grin because you’re partnered together for class again and he can’t wait to spend as much time with you as you’ll let him. What you do hate is the butterflies when he throws an arm around your shoulder to walk you to class- a class that’s across the campus from his class but he’ll be late for you. What you did hate was the warm tightness in your chest when he and Baz beat up the guy that wouldn’t leave you alone sophomore year, the guy that flipped up your skirt in the hall and had to eat through a straw for the rest of the year. What you did hate was the blush that would heat up your face when he’d sit next to you on the bus for away games, turning the headphones connected to your CD player sideways so you could both listen together- cheeks all but smushed together and maybe his hand would brush against yours.

You would have cheer practice outside with the team while they go over plays or runs drills or honestly fuck around and wrestle with each other. He’ll jog over to you when he’s all sweaty and wrap his arms around you or throw you over his shoulder and you shove him away or smack at him but- you’re blushing and tell yourself it’s absolutely because of the heat and that you’ve been jumping around for the last hour. Not because of Andrew. But you get him back. You wait until the coach runs a practice play and you call his name- immediately he turns to you from across the field because you’re like a fucking siren, he can’t stop himself from listening and he doesn’t hear coach’s whistle or that the play starting and he gets tackled by two of his teammates. Bitch. He loves you. He fucking loves you even as he’s lying there staring up at the clouds and wheezing to try and breathe after the wind got knocked out of him- because he hears your laugh from across the field wafting around in his head. And when he’s finally up and semi-alert he turns to you again and you wave- tilting your head like you’re fucking innocent and wave at him with a devilish smile that he adored after all these years. He’d eat shit a million times on the field for that laugh and smile. Which he has- this wasn’t the first time you’ve pulled that particular move and yet he falls for it every single fucking time because he can’t not listen to the pretty way your voice sounds when you say his name. It was the introduction to your dynamic honesty.

He had agreed to try out for the football team- Baz had all but convinced him because ‘it’ll relieve some stress bro- you can tackle and hit whoever without consequences’ and that sounded like a pretty decent offer. Getting to hit people without consequences was something he needed- because before the year started Julia had told him he couldn’t use his fists to get his point across here. It seemed easy enough. Try outs went smoothly and the coach wanted to see how well Andrew could hit and take a hit because he seemed like the perfect tight end candidate. But cheer tryouts had begun. Which he didn’t care about- not until you joined the line up of girls along the field. Fuck. He couldn’t breathe all over again. In the last month you both only interacted in passing papers back and forth- your smile was burned into his mind. You started saying good morning to him- loving the way his cheeks would get red because you thought he was the cutest boy you had ever seen. The dimple that accompanied his shy smile when you’d walk into homeroom, those fiery red curls atop his head and the soft hazel eyes that you didn’t realize followed every move you made? Andrew was so cute and you had a crush too. When you saw him on the field your heart skipped a few beats. Fuck- would he be watching you? He already was. You saw him turn and you gave this small pathetic wave because you like to consider yourself at least acquaintances at this point right? That wave. That fucking wave had Andrew’s world stop. He didn’t hear the whistle. He only felt the impact of Baz tackling him to the ground. Well- at least coach knew he could take a hit.

At games you have to fight off your feelings with a stick. Your coaches love pairing the cheerleaders with the team- tradition to have one of the players walking you out on the field every fucking game and you got paired with him every year. Okay well it wasn’t by chance.

The girls knew about the tradition. Once you made the squad you and the others were giggling to yourselves about the potential cute boy they would get to hold hands with or walk with. Your coach and cheer captain let you decide amongst yourselves- so there you sat. Huddled on the floor in the band room during lunch one day randomly grabbing a name in a hat so you can start the bidding. You wanted Andrew. You were determined to fight for him at this point. Your heart dropped when you opened the folded up paper and saw that it wasn’t Andrew’s name and jersey number scribbled on. But- you smirked. You had the ultimate bargaining chip. Barry Blackwell #13 Perfect. You didn’t see the appeal in Baz. Sure those baby blue eyes were pretty and could melt a girl’s heart- but you didn’t want him. You liked them quieter, softer, red hair with freckles and dimples. But- most of the squad saw the appeal of Baz. There were only a few freshmen girls who wanted Andrew- but you weren’t giving him up easily. You knew who sat near who. You knew who had crushes on other team members. You traded the boys around like baseball cards. You traded Baz for the wide receiver who one girl wanted. You gave her tips on what he liked because you sat next to him in biology- even promised to talk her up to him. She traded the wide receiver with you and then you got the kicker that another girl liked. The kicker that recently broke up with his girlfriend and was just lonely enough for a rebound. You traded the kicker for Andrew. Three days were spent passing the boys around. Candy, nail polish, makeup, money, clothes were traded for these boys who thought it was all random. No- this was as big as the NFL draft at the high school level. When it was all decided- all said and done, your coaches put the pairings on a sheet outside the locker rooms for all to see. You already knew who you got- but you waited to see how he’d react. Waited back behind the large football players and prayed he wasn’t disappointed. Andrew was anything but. He slowly stepped over to the list after most had cleared the way and ran his finger down the line until he saw his name. You waited. Fucking sweating and antsy but- he smiled. He smiled and bit his lip and couldn’t stop fucking smiling for the rest of the day- and neither could you.

That first game when you walked through the tunnel with him- you both couldn’t hide the tiny shy smiles and butterflies swarming around in your guts as you looped your arm into his. He had paused a bit- looking down at where you both stepped because ‘the cracks- I can’t um- it’s stupid, never mind’ it wasn’t stupid- every player had some type of pre-game ritual. He fell deeper in love that day. At 15, he was in love and melted at the way you shrugged and said it was cool- watching the way you stepped with him before making it out onto the field. He has to force his mind to listen to him- force his mind to get his thoughts together during games because he can’t let the team down. He has to throw on this persona of MVP because without it then everyone will know that underneath it- he’s unstable and damaged. He has to strip himself of his mental load and force himself to meet expectations on the field or he’ll be hated. And it’ll prove that his mind was right all along and he’s only useful when it suits other people.

You never made him feel dumb or crazy- you weren’t afraid of him like everyone else. Baz had graduated two years ago, so his only friends were either his teammates or- you? He liked to consider you a friend. He’d like to consider you more than a friend eventually but for now he’ll take your eye rolling and small smiles and rejection every time he asks you out. You wanted to say yes. You wanted to say yes to him so fucking badly but- sometimes you’re afraid he just flirts with you because he wants the attention or the prize at the end. You’re afraid he’s like Baz- Baz who had Catherine in love with him since freshman year and still cheated on her every chance he got with some of the other cheerleaders. Was Andrew the same? He didn’t seem the same though. He’s never had a girlfriend since you’ve known him these years. He couldn’t. In his mind- you were all he wanted. But you didn’t know that. You just knew that he liked to flirt with you and he never gave any other girl the same attention or affection. Even when he was being smug and arrogant- he never gave anyone else on the squad a crumb of the attention he gave to you. At this point- after 4 years his arrogance was solely due to being the best player on the team and because, well he had you. Not just in his mind. To the entire school, you were Andrew’s.

You had a single date junior year. One date your entire high school career. He was a transfer student from San Diego- he didn’t know you were all but spoken for. He was cute and it was an okay date at the movies, he even opened the door for you and held your hand but- there were no butterflies. There was none of the feeling that you got with Andrew imagined would happen on a date. You didn’t even try to kiss him, you pulled back when he cornered you in his car- opening your door and thanking him before running back to your house. He didn’t call you after. He avoided you at school the next day and you were confused. You don’t want a second date but- what the fuck was his problem? All because you didn’t want to kiss him? No- no it was more than that. Because the next morning in gym class a few guys asked him about his date and he complained that you didn’t let him so much as touch more than your hand. You didn’t put out and he wasted his time and- he didn’t get to finish his ranting. Andrew had already shoved him into the weight rack and before he could do more- the coach and a few of his teammates held him back. You never heard about it. But you just know you got an angry black eyed look from that guy the rest of the year until he went back to San Diego that summer. Andrew was the only one who got jealous. He was the only one between you both who hated when someone would talk to you. No you didn’t get jealous. Not at all.

Not even freshman year, when Andrew had his locker filled with little Valentine’s letters and cute notes from girls who thought he was cute. No- you didn’t roll your eyes and scowl on your way to your own locker because he clearly had more than enough girls to divide his attention amongst. You stood at your locker that was across the hall from his- watching the letters float to the floor and turning because you didn’t want to see his smile or read them from the other girls who potentially had his fucking heart. You didn’t see him sift through them. Not because he wanted to see who they were from but, he wanted to see if there was one from you. You didn’t have the nerve. Okay you had the nerve but when you rounded the corner to his locker yesterday you saw almost a fucking line of girls doing the same. Oh. Well- yours wouldn’t have made a difference then. Which is what you were thinking now, opening your locker to grab your books for the day and- there was your Valentine. Large vibrant sunflower with a note attached to it. Your heart was swelling with happiness- giant smile when you saw it, not noticing that Andrew had thrown all his little love notes away and had stood behind some lockers to watch your reaction to his gift for you. He didn’t sign his name. He already fought with himself for a week leading up to actually deciding to do something for you. But you knew his handwriting at this point. You had started passing notes to each other months ago. You knew it was from him- little note saying how beautiful he thinks you are and how he always thinks about you. Simple. Sweet. Just like him. You had a smile on your face all day- he would do anything for that smile.

There’s a game tonight- you’re already planning your hair and makeup for the night. Uniform already on because you have to wear it all day like the football team has to wear their jerseys. And then you feel it- the eraser of a pencil dragging along the sleeve of your top. You’re glad he couldn’t see your face- glad Andrew couldn’t see the smile forming on your lips because he started to write those little words again that you try to ignore but you can clearly feel him tracing the letters of his name along your back. Minutes later you feel the note sliding between your arm and onto your lap like every day. You knew what it said. Same thing it said every game. ‘Remember our date tonight- don’t be late’ with a smiley face. He called them dates- when you and him would walk the field together hand in hand or arm in arm. He would call them dates and you would smile and your stomach would flip every fucking time. The same way his stomach would flip when you wrote ‘wouldn’t miss it- see you there’ with that little heart accompanying it.

But you were late- busy making sure your hair was absolutely perfect. Not for him. Absolutely not for Andrew. Even when you wrote his jersey number on your cheek in eye black- the same eye black he was waiting for you to apply. He didn’t trust anyone else to apply it. You were the only one who could get the lines straight- the only one who he trusted to not get any in his eyes. He was shaking his leg- antsy and waiting for you and ready to tease you for being late, but this freshman on the squad came over to apply the eye black for him and he all but jerked back. Face screwed up in disgust at the poor girl who had a crush on him- just trying to help but she didn’t know that only you were given the privilege to touch Andrew. You saw the interaction. Smiling to yourself when you had ran out from the locker room and saw your football player waiting for you- but fixing the smile because you walked over to him and grabbed his jaw roughly so you could apply the eye black in just the right way. Making him look up at you- ignoring the way his hazel eyes stared at you like you were the only person who could see him. Truly see him.

“You’re late,” he mumbled up at you- not caring how you held his jaw tightly. He liked it, in fact. He liked the way you stepped between his legs and held his face in your soft hand so he could look up at you for 5 minutes.

“Be quiet- you’ll make it crooked,” he winked at you when you chastised him. He loved the way your face was set and had a soft scowl- it was the only way you could make sure you didn’t smile at him. He loved the way you concentrated on your work. Because to him- it meant you cared. You knew he couldn’t concentrate if it felt wrong, if it looked crooked, or if anyone else drew on him. It was one of his quirks that you had come to learn from years of knowing him. Just like you’ve seen him tie and untie his cleats until they both felt the same and felt right. Seen the way he had to tap his right cleat on the 30 yard three times before every game. You’ve made sure you both don’t step on any cracks throughout the tunnel before you walk out onto the field. All of these things he absolutely must do- or they’ll lose the game. Including making sure you were the only one to do his eye black. And- making sure his gloves were right. They had to feel right- or they would lose. And if they lost then it would confirm every bad thought he had swimming around his mind. You found that out freshman year as well.

You had a break. A quick break during the championship game that allowed you to drink water and have a breath. And- to watch Andrew pace along the sidelines. Because of him, the school's decade long losing streak was broken. Because of Andrew- the school was on top again. And he felt the pressure. Andrew felt that nagging feeling of a thousand people watching him from the stands. And his glove was wrong. His right glove was all wrong. The seams were misaligned, tied too tightly, sweaty and- they were going to lose if he couldn’t fix it. He would let everyone down if he couldn’t shut his mind up for 5 minutes- he could play. He was fine. The glove didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. He wanted 5 minutes where he felt normal and didn't have a million thoughts running along his brain. He was muttering to himself to stop- didn’t see you waking over because he looked distraught. He looked panicked and- you wanted to help. You thought it was just the anxiety from the game but- it looked so much worse and you were friends at this point, right? Friends can help. He was pulling at his glove- trying to fix it and Andrew couldn’t do it without taking off his left glove. But his left glove felt fine and- he pulled back when you reached for him. Pulled back on instinct- because no one handles him gently. No one cares to be soft with him. If Baz wasn’t on the field he would have smacked Andrew upside the head and told him to knock it off. ‘Stop being fucking weird!’ But- you had this look on your face like you wanted to help him. Would you laugh? “It’s my glove,” his eyes looked almost glassy, like it was so overwhelming for him and- “Can I try?” You smiled, something soft and gentle and- held your hands up at him to show him you meant no harm or nefarious intentions. His lip quivered, he had to bite it to keep calm and he didn’t trust his voice but he nodded. Holding his right hand out to you and closing his eyes when your gentle hands adjusted the seams perfectly between his fingers- inspecting your work to make sure it looked perfect before tightening the strap around his wrist. “There. Is that too tight?” “N-no,” his voice was low, shaking his head after he opened his eyes and his breath caught in his chest because you still looked up at him and smiled like you always did. “I’m sorry. I-I know it doesn't make sense. But- but if my gloves don’t feel right then I feel like I can’t breathe and- thank you.” He wanted to melt into a puddle. He was rambling about the stupidest things. About his mental instability and- you didn’t laugh. You didn’t even stop smiling at him. You squeezed his hand and- “Good luck.” Because it was his turn on the field. And they won.

After that, every game since the beginning of sophomore year- you put his gloves on for him. The right one first, then the left. You painted the eye black on for him. And you made sure no one touched his water bottle- you lined it up perfectly with yours. You always had an extra towel- clean, just in case one of the animals on the team used his. You never rolled your eyes or were annoyed by his behavior or quirks. These little things that you learned about him in the last four years made him the Andrew that- well the Andrew that you loved. But you gave up on it years ago. You were content with being friends if that’s all he wanted- because he never truly was sincere. Right? There was always that unsaid part- in your mind anyway. But this game started like any other. After you walked out in the field with Andrew- his mask slipped on. The mask he wore had I protect him- the mask he only lets drop around you. The charm, the ego, the power- all come out when those lights shine on him. And it was still satisfying to see- because you knew who he was under it.

They were up by 10, minutes before half time- and Andrew had been the same pain in the ass as always. But one particular player on the opposing team just could not leave you alone- because he saw the way Andrew gravitated towards you. Between possessions- Andrew would watch how you’d flip or be thrown in the air. He would get lost in how you shouted for the team. Because when you’d turn- when you’d make eye contact you’d smile at him. That sincere sweet smile that you’d give him- only him. When you’d have a break, Andrew would hand your water bottle to you and say something stupid that would make you roll your eyes or shove him and- well nothing gets under a guy's skin more than flirting with his girl right? No one has really found a way to break your school’s not-so-secret weapon yet. But his weakness was the same as any 18 year old boy- Andrew’s weakness was a girl, his weakness was you. So while Andrew was occupied- the opposing team member jogged over to you, asking if your boyfriend was as rough with you as he was on the field.

“Fuck off,” was all you said. You were used to the occasional asshole coming over or trying to get under your skin. But this one was particularly annoying. Asking about Andrew, asking if he knows the way around your body and- “you’re awfully concerned about him? I can give you his number if you want? That way you can call him and flirt all you want after we beat you.” You tried to turn- tried to ignore him but he grabbed your arm tight to pull you back to him. He didn’t see your curly haired shadow- always watching in case you needed him.

“I didn’t say I was fucking done with yo-” you spit in his face. Spit and tried to pull your arm free but it only pissed him off more now because he shoved you into the ground and was about to storm off but your shadow had been watching- ready to attack because he saw red when you were grabbed.

“Are you okay?” Andrew helps you up- gentle in contrast to the fury behind his eyes. Giving you a once over before turning to your attacker. Now this wasn’t the first fight he’s gotten in on the field, no you can almost count on it being a nightly occurrence like the band’s halftime show but- this was the first fight you had been the cause of. Andrew is quick now- shoves the opposing team member away from you, pushing you behind him and asking what his problem was. You didn’t hear the response- but whatever he said had Andrew ripping his helmet off and hurling it at the offending party. Only seconds to recover but Andrew was faster, grappling him to the ground and using his helmet again as a weapon now- smashing it into the other guy's own helmet over and over again until he ripped it off of him and started using his fists to converse and explain his anger. It took half his teammates to pull him off because the other half was trying to drag the poor kid away from Andrew. The crowd was full of people yelling, cheering for Andrew or yelling about their own team as you were pulled away from the commotion by some of the girls while Andrew was shoved off the field by his coach. You friends were practically swooning over Andrew, telling you to go check on him because he once again fought for you.

Coach was pissed- obviously Andrew was benched for the rest of the game. He was running laps tomorrow morning and every morning next week. You hid behind a few lockers while his coach yelled at him- kicking the laundry basket across the room for emphasis and-

“He shouldn’t have fucking touched my girl- what did you want me to do?” Oh. He called you his girl- he wanted to protect you. It was hard to stop the way your heart fluttered- hard to shove down those feelings that you’ve fought for years. And his coach couldn’t argue with the logic of an 18 year old in what he thought was love- he slapped him upside the head and reminded him to be here tomorrow morning for laps. Only 10 laps around the track, coach was a little proud of the kid for coming out on top like he always did- a little ‘good job kid’ added in. But Andrew was still fuming- still angry with himself because he left you out there alone with that asshole and no one to protect you or keep you safe. He was kicking himself, angry for letting you down and punched a few lockers to try and calm down but- he couldn’t. He heard someone down the aisle- probably coach coming back to add to his sentence but no, it was you. Tilting your head at him because you see the anger still in his eyes- even if they softened when he saw you.

“You gonna take care of that?” You ask, gesturing to his bleeding nose while he toys with the towel in his hands.

“Are you okay?” He ignores you and asks again- watching you step over to him, grabbing the towel from his hands to clean up the blood that had run down his nose. The only good hit the asshole on the other team got before having to be taken off the field by medics. He was fine. Might have to sip his food through a straw for a while but he was okay. Andrew’s hand came to rest along the back of your thigh- pulling you closer to him while the other rested on your hip as you held his jaw gently to tilt his face up to the fluorescent lights above head so you could inspect his face.

“You know I can take care of myself,” you replied, feeling your face flush from the way he held you- his hands tightening their hold on you. He knew you could. He had seen it many times- even in his defense. It made him love you more.

Summer tryouts were for the returning players and squad. Getting you ready for the first game before the new year started. You had spent the first two months of summer running around the beach and mall with your friends and- well talking to Andrew on the phone until one of you fell asleep. You were excited to finally see him because he had been busy taking care of his brothers. Smurf had given birth to Deran and Craig needed constant attention or he would run naked and wild around the neighborhood. But he was excited to see you a month early- he didn’t think he could wait until school started. Used to his quirks and preferences- you placed your backpack next to his, water bottle next to his to minimize his teammates fucking with his shit to annoy him or get a rise out of him. Because you became a bitch- Andrew had his own persona and mask that he wore. So did you. A bitchy cheerleader because high school was hard and if you had to show your claws to get respect then so be it.

It was easy to get them to back off of Andrew if you got to them first. Yelling at them or shoving boys twice your size who became scared of you and the guard dog you had behind you. That first and last summer the soccer team had practice before the football team did- the goalie thought it was funny to kick Andrew’s helmet and backpack off the bench. He didn’t see it- he was busy running drills but you saw it. You saw it and hounded the goalie instantly with a shove and ‘what the fuck is your problem?’ He laughed as Andrew grabbed you by the waist after you slapped the goalie and- ‘call off your bitch Cody’ No more mixing teams after that. Did Andrew get in trouble after breaking the goalie’s nose and made him swallow a few teeth? Well yes, but the principal didn’t count on you blubbering and in tears in his office. Cheap mascara that you heavily applied for effect running down your face because- ‘I was so scared- Andrew was just defending me after I was pushed’ You were quickly excused- walking out and flashing a wink Andrew’s way. He fell in love.

“I know,” he winced when you dabbed at his nose, trying to clean the drying blood before it crusted over and would be impossible to clean. Under the fluorescents- his eyes looked more green, the freckles dusting his hopefully not broken nose were more noticeable. You got a good look at how much he’s changed in the last couple of years while you work to clean him up. He lost the cute baby fat from his cheeks- now had sharp cheekbones and an angled jaw. His curls were longer and he figured out how to style them and use hair gel. He had more freckles along his face from spending days in the California sun. Taller, more muscular- but still so much behind his eyes that he won’t show you. Despite how he’s changed physically, he still looked at you the same. Looked up at you with his face in your hand like you were the only one he wanted. He looked at you like you were the sun, and he would happily risk going blind to stare at you rather than look away. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize,” smiling, satisfied that his nose isn’t broken before throwing the towel in the pile of dirty laundry from the basket that his coach kicked. “Thank you.” You always thanked him. The times you knew about him coming to your aid- you thanked him and every time he looked at you like he didn't deserve your attention and appreciation. His grip tightened more, pulling you closer to him when he saw your eyes dip down to his lips momentarily, just a slight moment of weakness. You didn’t think about kissing him. You never think about kissing him. Especially now- totally not thinking about how his lips would feel against yours. He has this dazed look on his face, eyes half-lidded and in contemplation because he’s dreamt of your lips- he’s longed for a moment like this. Where there’s a possibility that you want him as much as he wants you. And for a second you lean in- just a few millimeters closer but you remember where you are. You remember there’s a crowd of people outside the locker room and any one of the players or coach could come in. And you remember who he is- he doesn’t really want this, not with you. Pulling away with a sigh, “c’mon hot shot- you have a bench to ride.” You grunt when you take his hand and try to pull him up.

“As long as you’re sitting next to me,” he smirks- laughing when you roll your eyes and knock your shoulder into his. “In my lap then?” He had to dodge his helmet that you threw at him but your face is always worth it because you smile still.

The next morning Andrew smiled to himself when your hand slipped back to slide a note his way- smirking when he grabbed your hand instead, holding tight and laughing again when you had to slap his hand away. ‘Going to the beach tonight?’ He had thought about it. Bonfire on the beach after a win was the usual but- ‘I’ll go if you do?’ You wanted him to go. You knew he hated the crowd of drunk teens but- it didn’t hurt to ask right? ‘Deal- see you there asshole’ he smiled, scribbling again. ‘Date? I'll pick you up if you say please’ With that stupid smiley face. ‘Don’t push it Andrew’ with your usual heart accompanying his name. He always pushed it- because it made you blush or smile. And when you blush or smile it has his heart do that drop that he remembers from day one.

You didn’t see him when you walked up to the group of teenagers drinking and dancing around to the music- your eyes scanning the crowd for your red headed shadow. Maybe he decided against it? Maybe- maybe he had better things to do. Or a date even? Ugh why did the idea make you sick? Why did the possibility of Andrew with someone else make your heart hurt? It didn’t matter. It hasn’t mattered since freshman year when you realized he’d never really want you- it was the chase and thrill. That’s okay- it was fun. That’s all. Right? You didn’t hear your name being called- you were so deep in your mind that you didn’t hear Zack some up behind you to throw his arm around you in a hug. Ugh- Zack. He wasn’t a shadow that you had since freshman year so much as a thorn in your side that you couldn’t get rid of. He was cute but- that’s really it. He didn’t get your brushing off of his attempts. It wasn’t like Andrew, because with Andrew there was a mutual- interest? No- no not interest. Understanding. Definitely a mutual understanding that you both wanted each other desperately were being friendly and flirtatious as a way to communicate.

Andrew finally arrived, promising Craig he’d take him to the beach tomorrow because he can’t take a 6 year old to a drunken teenage bonfire on the beach. His eyes scanned the crowd for you- looking around the group of rowdy 18 year olds for a glimpse of you. And he found you. Found you with Zack’s fucking arm around your shoulders. If Zack was a thorn in your side then he was a shard of glass in Andrew’s eye. The guy always tried to talk to you. And he didn’t push boundaries or make you uncomfortable- that was the only reason Andrew hadn’t shoved his face into the pavement. No he just made him insecure because there was always a possibility of you picking Zack over him. He figured you were occupied enough- not knowing that you had been waiting for him or praying he’d show up so Zack got the idea to leave. But- his self confidence was already fragile, cracked in every aspect and he just saw Zack as someone you needed. Someone who was stable and capable of being better for you. Andrew wanted to go home, but home had Smurf and Baz and well, he couldn’t really wallow in self pity properly so he went over to some of his teammates for a drink- something to help his mind shut the fuck up for once.

God Zack didn’t quit. He didn’t give up and no matter how you tried to slip away he followed. You were desperate and still hoping Andrew would show up for you. Zack had been rambling for the last few minutes about his SAT score and you honed in on the boy you had been searching for. Eyes sad while he sipped on the shitty beer someone managed to bring while he stood with his friends. God. This was the only way you could get Zack off your back. It had to be. You were desperate- this called for something drastic so maybe he’d leave you alone for the rest of senior year. Something drastic and unexpected that Zack has no choice but to back off. You walked away, quickly setting your sights to Andrew who was among his teammates.

“Andrew,” your tone was hesitant, almost begging him to not make this awkward and you heard your name being called behind you by Zack. Immediately Andrew had turned to you, hearing your call- he answers. No hesitation. You’re walking over to him, looking like a fucking dream in your short sundress because it’s hot and you’re on the beach and you reach up to rest your hands on his chest- his arms hanging slightly out at his sides because even after all these years he still doesn’t know what to expect from you and- you’re kissing him.

His world stops, time moves slower for him but everything around you both seem to move in hyper speed- your hands are on his chest and you both close your eyes because- oh, this was nice. He immediately throws his drink to the sand, hands coming to cradle your face- tightening and pulling you deeper into the kiss. He doesn’t even fucking ask why you’re kissing him- all he knows is that you are and he doesn’t want this to stop. Not yet. How was he such a good fucking kisser? It almost would piss you off if you weren’t enjoying it so much. Why were you even kissing him? Oh- Zack, right. You’re sure he’s got the point now, but your focus is now on the way Andrew is holding you, sighing into the kiss now and you let your hands fist his shirt because- is this what you’ve been fucking missing out on? You just thought you’d maybe plant a kiss to his lips and hold them there for a moment but- your lips are moving against his now, desperately so. Andrew is the one to pull away- he needs to breathe and figure out if you’ve hit your head in the last few moments because what spurred this on? But you chase his lips, you whine and say a little pathetic ‘wait’ against his lips before kissing him again. He could die right here. Andrew could be killed at this moment and be content with it. Your lips are so fucking soft, soft and sweet and you sigh into the kiss and no one around you makes a sound- the only thing is the sound of the waves and music from someone’s radio. Because frankly there’s been bets on how long it would take for you both to actually go out or if you’d end up killing each other first. Fuck or fight. And no one makes a sound but they awkwardly shuffle away from the scene because they’re all a little scared of both of you to interrupt or cheer- but there’s almost an audible collective sigh of relief from the entire senior class.

“Um, uh- t-that’s, that was- um, you-” he absolutely could not find the fucking words. Every single thought in his brain that wasn’t you has been lost. Every neuron has been fried and he wants to ask if this is a new development or if you were just trying something out but you laugh. Your intoxicating laugh makes him feel like he’s floating. “Does this mean I can take you out now?”

“Yes- yes you can,” because honestly what else could you say? You’ll explain the Zack situation later. You’ll let Andrew in on the details that lead up to you finally kissing him. But for right now you need to laugh and smile and pull him into another kiss because you’ve been clearly neglecting yourself from the way he tastes and feels.

“Fucking finally,” he sighs into your mouth, arms coming to wrap around your waist this time as yours come to rest along his shoulders. He didn’t want to stop kissing you. He’s afraid if he stops- then you’ll disappear or he’ll wake up from whatever sadistic dream his mind conjured up to torture him with. But he needs to stop because now that you’re officially his girl- he can’t have the assholes on the team watching him kiss you because he’s drowning in the little sighs you make against him. He’s immediately in love with the way you whine when he pulls away. “C’mon,” he takes your hand- pulling you farther away from the crowd to walk along the shore. You were floating, letting him take your hand and drag you anywhere- as long as it was with him, you didn’t care. You’ve held his hand before but- this time felt different. His hands were large and warm and almost comfortable- but he stopped walking, apologizing to you before removing his hand. You almost wanted to cry because you just had him but- he just switched the position of your fingers. He forced him to unlace his fingers from yours to adjust the position so that his were on the outside and- “it felt weird. Sorry I-” you shut him up with a kiss.

“I don’t- look,” you pulled away from him- smiling when it was his turn to whine about the kiss ending but you pressed your forehead against his, “I don’t want you to do this for me. If you don’t really want to be with me then that’s okay- we can forget the kiss and-”

“I don’t want to forget it.” Andrew cut you off, taking your hands in his after shaking his head a little which made your head shake with him. “I- I know I flirt and get on your nerves but- I’ve liked you since I met you. I’m not- I’m not really great at this kind of thing. I’ve written out how I felt over and over again- a million fucking times to try and tell you but I couldn’t believe you’d actually want me.” He kept squeezing your hands, subtly but you felt the incremental pressure of three squeezes every few seconds. His breathing was shaky and he swallowed hard because he was waiting for you to shove him away and- you pulled back to kiss his cheek. He has to be stupid- absolutely nothing in his pretty little head because there’s no way he didn’t think you’d want him. Years of pining after the boy, flirting back and sitting as close as possible and arguing over nothing so you’d get to speak with him and late night calls where you’d sometimes just do your homework together to the sound of breathing and papers shuffling- and he thinks you didn’t want him?

“Why didn’t you kiss me that spring break?” Your voice was barely above a whisper- could barely be heard over the roar of the waves. He sighed- because he knew what you were asking him about. That day still keeps him up at night. One of the biggest regrets of his teenage life because he thought you hated him for it. No- you could never.

After that Valentine’s Day freshman year, you wanted to believe Andrew liked you back. You don’t call someone beautiful and say that you constantly think of them in a note attached to a giant gorgeous sunflower unless you like them- right? So you tried- you tried to get the shy boy to open up a bit. Not mentioning the valentine but also not being subtle about your feelings for him. The Friday before spring break you bit the bullet- scribbling your phone number down for him because “a bunch of us are going to the beach next week- call me if you wanna come? Or just- call me?” You made sure to emphasize that even if he didn’t want to come, which you hoped he did, he could still call you. Did you feel desperate? Absolutely- but the blush and nod he gave you with that awkward crack in his voice made it so worth it. You waited by your fucking phone the entire weekend- taking it with you every time you went to grab a snack from the kitchen or even to the fucking bathroom in case he called. You realized you were a bit crazy when you took the fastest shower of your life and tripped over yourself to get out when you heard the ringing- only to be annoyed and told your friend you’d call her tomorrow. By Sunday night you had resigned from the fact that Andrew was going to call you. He didn’t think about you.

Only on the other side of the gender line- Andrew had dialed and redialed your number a million times that weekend. He was ready to strangle himself with the fucking cord because he couldn’t press call- he was so fucking scared and weak and he’s went over what to say to you a thousand times. He needs to do it. Needs to just get it over with but- what if you were just being nice? Just- inviting him out of pure curiosity and friendliness and not because you had as big of a crush on his as he did you? But while he stared at your number that he dialed- he finally pressed call. He wanted to hang up immediately but after the second ring you answered- telling your friend you’d call her back later when-

“Hey,” Oh- it was not your friend. It was Andrew. God he wanted to fucking vomit and hang up but you sounded almost- excited that he called?

“Oh- h-hey,” ugh you sounded stupid. So pathetic and- “what’s up?” Please hang up so you can die. But you didn’t know the boy on the other end of the phone was just as nervous as you were. Mumbling about his day or asking you about that math test that he was sure he failed. It's at least an hour of talking about- well about nothing really just laughing and getting to know each other without the anxiety of a face to face conversation. You found out he can skateboard. That he can play the guitar badly. That he has a 3 year old brother and his mom just had his youngest brother. He doesn’t have a favorite color but he doesn’t tell you that something about a sunflower yellow makes him smile. And every time you learn something new about him he asks the same about you. Can you skateboard? Play instruments? Siblings? Favorite color? Andrew wants to know everything about you. He wants to learn everything there is to know about you- the things you don’t tell anyone else. But after that hour you ask if he wants to come to the beach. He does. Only for you. You spend that morning tearing your room apart trying to find the perfect swimsuit to wear to the beach. Throwing clothes around your room, digging through your closet and drawers for the perfect one. Which you found but then there was the issue of what to wear over it, how to style your hair, what makeup- if any, do you have?

On Andrew’s side of the city, he’s doing the same. Albeit less about what he’s going to wear but more about what he’s going to do. That familiar feeling of nausea and anxiety was brewing in his gut. That sense of fear and dread came washing over him. He wanted to turn back the farther he walked from his house to the beach- every step he was screaming at himself to turn back. He did- a few times. Stopping on the sidewalk and turning around for a few steps before telling himself to shut the fuck up and stop being a bitch- well it sounded more like Baz in his head but it worked all the same. But it was worth the internal struggle. Because you immediately left your friends when you saw him, not even saying bye- just running over to him with the most gorgeous smile he ever saw. You pulled him over by his arm- asking if he wants to play volleyball or something and he can’t stop the wicked grin on his face when he asks if you’re up for the challenge. Of course you were. You and the girls annihilated Andrew and the boys- so much so that they claimed a sprained ankle and said it wasn’t fair. But you and Andrew were trash talking and using the net as a poor excuse for a buffer between you both.

“Here you need more sunscreen,” Andrew didn’t even apply any- he was so fucking nervous he forgot. But you were digging through your backpack for the bottle- rubbing the lotion between your palms and telling him to turn so you can get his back. He didn’t pull away when you touched him. This was the softest way someone had held him since Julia left- your hands were smoothing the redness that burned his skin, smiling to yourself as you got lost in the galaxy of freckles that dusted his shoulders. Maybe you traced them while you rubbed the sunscreen on him- definitely not writing your name on his back either. When you walked around to the front of him- his face was flushed. Andrew was burning and not from the fucking sun. Your hands on him had his entire mind screaming. Yelling at him- it felt so nice and he was doing everything he fucking could to not get excited. Even when you rubbed the lotion into his chest and arms, making the flush on his face swapped when you told him to look at you so you didn’t get any in his eyes. “C’mon- I wanna look for some sea glass.” You took him by his wrist- walking to the water with him in tow. He was still fucking dazed- he still was reeling from how you had touched him.

Andrew spent an hour following you along the tide. Holding his hands open for every bit of sea glass you found or any shell you thought was interesting. The particularly special ones he had in his pocket- the ones that you kept because they matched the colors of his eyes, green flecks around the soft amber. In his other pocket he had the ones that reminded him of your eyes. The ones you said didn’t look good enough but he wanted them- he wanted to put them next to his bed and see your eyes every night. When the sun started to set you both were still walking along the water- your friends had left and most other people from school. It was really only you and Andrew left. Every few steps your hands would bump into each other, just dancing around each other because neither of you had the courage to grab the other's hand. Not yet. God you had to do something. He spent all day with you. He got you a fucking valentine. He called you. You stopped walking, hands nervously playing with the strings of your hoodie because the spring air was chilled still- he watched you, biting his lip because he wanted to kiss you so bad but he couldn’t. Even then your hands started to play with the strings of his hoodie, panic started to rise in his chest. The second your eyes dipped down to his lips and back up into his eyes- Andrew felt fear. No matter how bad he wanted to fucking kiss you- he was scared.

“I- um, I-I gotta go-” you couldn’t even ask if he was okay. Andrew didn’t even give you a second to say goodbye or even apologize for making him uncomfortable. He all but ran from you. Not stopping until he reached the safety of his bedroom where he slammed the door shut and locked himself in. Stupid. Fucking stupid. He left you there like an asshole- left you at the beach alone and anything could happen to you because he was too fucking scared to let himself enjoy something. He curled in on himself, pressed against the side of his bed on the floor while trying to shake the way his brain was screaming at him away. Andrew felt his chest caving in on itself. He pulled at his hair and tried to manually turn his brain off like there was a switch. He couldn’t breathe. He tried. He tried to suck in as much air as he could but he felt like he was drowning on dry land. He then tried to beat the thoughts from his mind. Fists raised and tears came- muttering to himself to shut up. To stop fucking thinking even though all he heard was your voice echoed in his head. They wouldn’t stop. In his mind you were pointing and laughing like everyone had done before. You were yelling at him and shoving him into the closet like Billy did. You would never do those things. You never laughed. You never hurt him- but you didn’t want him. Look at him. Fucking weak and pathetic because a girl he liked wanted to kiss him. The face of every person who ever wronged him flashed in his mind- replaced with you.

He tried everything to calm down. Everything Julia told him to do when she couldn’t be there for him. Andrew forced his eyes opened, scanning his room- he could see the stack of CDs on his shelf, he could see the trees blowing from his window, he could see the backyard light flickering, he could see the scribbled crayon drawing Craig did pinned to his wall, he could see his jersey slung over his headboard. Andrew uncurled his hands from the fists he made, he could feel the carpet underneath his fingers, he could feel the new comforter Smurf bought him, he could feel the sand sticking to his shins, he could feel the sea glass you collected in his pockets. Andrew closed his eyes again- not as hard but enough so he could focus. He could hear Deran crying, he could hear Craig begging Smurf for some juice, he could hear the wind whipping through the trees. Tighter- he squeezed his eyes tighter and rested his head back along his bed. He could smell the sunscreen you rubbed on him, he could smell the chlorine from the pool outside. Finally he opened his eyes. One thing he can taste. Other than the blood from where he was biting the inside of his cheek- Andrew tasted the bitter disappointment of the almost kiss he had with you. He thought you deserved better. Andrew was no good for you. You looked at him like you loved him and that scared him because he didn’t know how to love.

You cried. You tried to be okay with the fact that Andrew rejected you and ran from you but- you were still a girl who got her heart broken by a boy for the first time. So you walked home and cried the entire way. Cried in your room the rest of your spring break. Ignoring the phone calls because you knew they weren’t him- and you didn't want to talk to anyone but him. But the next Monday you forced yourself to be okay. You plastered on your biggest smile and walked into home room like you didn’t spend the weekend sobbing into your pillow and hating him. Because you didn’t hate him. You couldn’t hate him if you tried because when you saw him- those sad eyes looked up at you and told you he was sorry when his mouth couldn’t. You were still a girl in love with the sweetest boy who wanted to apologize but didn’t even know the words for the feelings he had for you. You never spoke of it. You didn’t bring it up. You just turned to face him and asked if he did the reading for the week. And smiled when he told you he had some interesting sunburn patterns on his skin. You could be in love with someone who didn’t love you back. It was easy. People do it all the time. And in his mind- Andrew was doing the same thing.

“I was scared,” Andrew looked away from you, face full of regret because even three years later he’s still wondering where you both would be if he was more confident back then. Would you be together now? “I didn’t think I deserved you. I didn’t think you actually wanted me. I- I didn’t know what I was feeling and it almost hurt to look at you because you looked at me like I was something more than who I was made to be and-” You shushed him, grabbing his hands tighter and pulling him back to rest your forehead against his.

“We can start over- okay?” He nods against your forehead- smiling as you reassure him that he didn’t miss anything. There was still time to be made up for. There was so much more he wanted to say- because at 18 years old you think you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.

Well- he’s been wrong before.

authors note: everyone who enjoyed this horrific self indulgent mess- please thank @velvetmel0n for listening to my incessant rambling about our soft boy Andrew Pope Cody. She is the backbone of my ideas. And if you didn't enjoy this fic- don't be shy, make a request and i'll find more ways to disappoint! taglist: @foolishseven

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rosenclaws · 2 days ago

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HI!!!

what would every logan do or think when there s/o is tipsy or drunk??

Hi!! This is such a cute prompt and I am fully imaging myself bc I get really loopy when I'm drunk. I am not a runner though lmao

Origins Logan -

So you're out at the bar with Logan and some of his work buddies. You're pretty uninterested in whatever story their telling but you like being with Logan. You slip out of his comforting grip and head to the bar to order another drink. Its there you end up locked in conversation with a very nice lady who just moved here. You don't realize you keep ordering drinks as you're too wrapped up in conversation. You feel a hand on your back and look up to see Logan smiling at you.

He's silently checking to make sure you're okay and once he's sure you're alright he's telling you it's time to head home. You say bye and let Logan drag you out of the bar. You might be a littleee drunk. You tell Logan you're fine but you trip on your way to the car and he just sighs. You're adorable as you cling onto him as he carries you to the car and drives you home. You go on and on about how you miss your boyfriend and that he's so hot and strong and pretty. He's eating all this up as he gets you home and in bed. You pass out pretty quickly and Logan just chuckles as he tucks you in and places two advil on the bedside table.

Trilogy Logan -

He loves when you get tipsy because you're super clingy. He's extra flirty and you eat it up every time. Your practically in his lap as he sips his beer. Your hands are slipping under his jacket as you whisper how much you missed him. That you want to live on him like a parasite if it means you never have to be apart. He just smirks and tells you how cute you are. He keeps a watchful eye on how much you’ve been drinking and makes sure you don’t drink more than you said you would.

When it’s time to go you’re still saying cute things that border on dirty that you will so regret in the morning. Logan tucks you in and cuddles close next to you. When morning comes he so teases you about everything you said but he loves it so much.

DOFP!Logan -

He’s all protective boyfriend mode. Not hovering but always watching. Making sure you’re not drinking too much, that you’re being safe, that you’re having fun. If he’s with you at the bars then he’s only a few feet away ready to be at your side in a heartbeat. He likes it when you get tipsy because you’re just so cute. Plus you loveeee to kiss him. Like you can’t stop kissing him. When he pulls away you pout and cry and he just coos and tells you not to be bratty.

If he’s not with you he does wait for you to call. He never wants you to take an uber or taxi. He doesn’t care how late you call. He’ll come pick you up.

Old Man Logan -

He thinks you’re clingy but he kinda likes it. He’ll huff about having to be your damn babysitter but he wouldn’t want anyone else to pick you up or help you when you’re drunk. You call him drunk as hell. Your words slurring as you tell him your friends left and you don’t know where you really are. You read the name of the bar you’re at and Logan sighs. He totally kicks out whoever he was giving a ride to. Forgetting about the money to come get you. When he pulls up he’s pissed but also worried. He scolds you for drinking this much and costing him a job.

You’re clingy and kind of a crybaby. But he wipes those tears away as you apologize. He drives you home and makes sure you’re safe and in bed before he leaves. You ask him to stay but he never does. Still the next morning you find a note on your kitchen counter telling you to get some food from the diner down the street because he’s there waiting.

Worst Logan -

He’s not used to be the sober one lmao. He has to drink a lot to get drunk and for some reason in your already tipsy state you told him you could go shot for shot with a man who has literal super healing. Safe to say you were utterly wasted. At some point Logan stopped pouring you alcohol and just gave you water. You were too drunk to notice. He’s worried as you cling onto him. You tell him how hot he is and how bad you want him and he just brushes you off, assuming its the alcohol talking and you don’t actually want him.

He carries you to bed with ease. Its kind of cute seeing you pout when he tries to leave. He teases you just a little but he won’t stay when you’re this drunk. He will turn his back when you messily change into pajamas and even read you a bedtime story because you begged and literally almost fell out of bed trying to grab onto him. You’re just so fucking adorable. He wants to kiss you so bad but he can’t.

In the morning you’re fighting for your life. Absolutely worst hangover you’ve ever had. He doesn’t mention last night but when you remember everything you said you shyly ask him if he remembers too and he just grins. Of course he does.

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett headcanon

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clawessout272 · 8 hours ago

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Doing this bc i have 0 post ideas!!! :p

🦴1) I'm a holothere but I just call myself nonhuman. :>

🦴2) I'm a wolf and werewolf! I might have something going on with wolfdogs, but I'm not sure.

🦴3) I guess so??? I already have a snout and ears n all, but sometimes my body feels more human at times. When i do feel more human (even tho i'm not) i can sometimes feel my fur growing, my snout shift, stuff like that. But if we're talking about my werewolf kin identity then yes!! when i feel human i can transform into a werewolf

🦴4) unfortunately, i have to pretend to be human because it's just not safe. If a single human knows my life will be over, I will get hurt mentally and physically. So i have to hold myself back. It can be hard sometimes, but I consider myself pretty good at pretending to be human. I sometimes accidentally let go and growl at something, but I try to either gaslight the ones around me, or just say it's "some weird thing i do".

🦴5) Mixed feelings. on one side, it's awesome! Almost everybeing is so welcoming and understanding. We're all freaks here, and wear that label as a badge of honor. I'm oh so very grateful for the beings who helped build this community, thank you so much.

But on the other side, idk. the misinformation that's being spread around, especially on tiktok, is crazy. But hey, every community has its good and bad sides!!

🦴6) I like riding my electric bike super fast, i love feeling the nice fresh breeze go through my fur. Taking walks in nature is also nice.

🦴7) Yeah. I hate being in cities or just in crowded spaces in general, like the mall. It just reminds me how humans see me as one of them, even tho i'm not. I may be a wolf/werewolf, but this body is shaped really weirdly. I don't see myself as human, i don't look human, i am not a human. But when i feel dysphoric i start to feel more human(ish). And that sucks.

🦴8) Be safe out there!! Be weary of your surroundings!! It's important to be yourself, but there's a lot of dangerous people out there who will try to hurt you. I recommend to be with friends/ have a handler with you when doing quads in the open or stuff like that. Not everywhere is safe, so be careful!

🦴9) Tails seem nice along with stuff like jewelry, but the rest is a no for me. They just make me more dysphoric tbh. Reminds me again, how humans see me as one of them no matter what (Also that my body is just fucking ass). When i wear masks or gloves it just feels like i'm wearing a cheap knock-off costume of myself, and i hate that. Reminds me of how my snout, ears, paws and more have been misformed to the point people mistake me for being human. Again, I don't see myself as human, i don't look human, i am not a human. But when i feel dysphoric i start to feel more human(ish).

Also wearing stuff on my face like masks is just really hard in general, i cant breathe in them :<

🦴10) I was born a wolf/ werewolf. I still do stuff that humans do and still have a few human behaviors, but that's because i was literally raised amongst them.

🦴11) sigh i don't have any alterhuman friends so i can't tag any 💔

okay that's it!! i know the original post was posted like a year ago but i had nothing better to do.

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1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

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legendofmorons · 2 days ago

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Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter fifteen - Exile

Pairing: pre! Poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: you and Hyrule's wake up after the dungeon disaster and some hard conversations are had. Hyrule has a realization. Unfortunately there are still many more difficult discussions to come.

(Aka: you tell the same story three times, Hyrule has a realization and too many feelings, and Wild is pretty sure tomorrow is going to suck.)

Warnings: cursing, grief, hard discussions

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Four is in the middle of staring into the trees and arguing with himself mentally during watch when you jolt awake.

It's been almost twenty-four hours since you emerged from the temple, and you are only now awake.

You gasp, startling upright with wide eyes as you look around. Your shoulders are high, and your breathing is shaky.

"You're awake," Four breathes out.

Your gaze snaps to him, shoulders relaxing. "Hi."

"Hi," Four echoes.

"Where's Hyrule?" You ask as you start looking around again.

Four points behind you to where Hyrule lays in his own bed roll. "He's there. He hasn't woken up yet."

You turn to look at Hyrule and elaborate on your thoughts further. "Oh, thank goodness. He's alive."

"He is. You both looked... rough when you came out.

You give a shaky laugh. "I felt rough, too."

For just hums, finding the least aggressive way to ask the question that weighs in his mind. "Why did you go in?"

You look at him, gaze guarding yourself. "Hyrule was... he went in and wasn't himself... I went in after him."

That... isn't what Four thought you would say. It's a little reassuring that you aren't the one who went in first, but that you went in at all is terrifying.

That's the kind of thing his angel would do.

You aren't them, though.

(Right?)

"What even happened?" Four asks you.

"The whole place was an evil magic death trap," you sigh as you lean back onto your hands. You sound as if you are resigning yourself to something and only half awake while you do so.

"That sounds right."

"There wasn't even a tool or anything cool at the end. Our prize was not dying," you snort, not awake enough to try to be outwardly upbeat just yet.

"Well I glad you're alive."

"Yeah... me too."

Four wants so badly to ask for more information.

He wants so bad to ask for what exactly happened.

He wants to ask about why you were dragging Hyrule out of the place.

He wants to wrap you up and shield you from the world.

He wants to shake you and demand that you never do this again.

"I'm sure I'm preaching to the choir, but dungeons are awful, and I hate whoever makes them," you sigh as you get out of your bedroll and stand up.

Four snorts at that, "You're right."

"Yeah. I don't know how you guys do them."

"We have to."

"That... makes sense," you sigh.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Four asks softly, allowing himself to embrace the softer parts of him for a moment.

He can't let them run the show for long right now, not while you're here stirring up grief and guilt. He knows it isn't your fault, though.

He just also can't let his emotions run the show while he's so - unsure of his emotions.

You give a slow sigh. "I'm just - it's been a rough however long we were in there."

"About two days," Four says.

You make a soft sound. "Oh."

"Do you.... want to talk about it?" Four asks.

You just sigh again, "I just - I messed up everything. I tried to do the right thing, but all I did was mess up."

"I'm sure that's not true. You made it out."

"I - you're going to be so mad at me - all of you are."

He frowns, unsure what could possibly be as bad as you're saying. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Just - If I tell you you have to agree not to yell at me until I'm done."

"I'm not going to yell," Four says immediately.

He means it.

Even if you're right and he is about to be mad at you - which he very much doubts - yelling is not the solution.

You sigh, crossing over to come sit closer to him.

"I made a deal with a fae, made Hyrule a Promise after saying I wouldn't do that, and used violence to knock him out and then dragged him," you say quickly, looking at the fire instead of anywhere else.

Four just swallows. That... sounds bad, all right, but there has to be more to the story. Up until now, you haven't shown violent tendencies towards people.

"Why?" He prompts.

You look at him this time, shoulders hunching up by your ears. "I - I wasn't thinking when I made that Promise to Hyrule. I say things like that, and I didn't realize until after! I know that dosen’t make up for it, but I didn't - I didn't mean to."

"I'm not mad at you for that. You know it was wrong, and you're going to make a better effort going forward, aren't you?"

"I am! I don't want to cross his boundaries ever," you say with enough guilt in your voice and posture to paint an entire castle.

"Okay. You'll have to talk to Hyrule about it, but I'm not mad at you for that."

"And the other things?"

"That depends on context," Four says carefully.

You nod and bite your lip. "I - don't know what exactly was going on in that temple, but there was some sort of... magic that was being used on Hyrule to make him hear things, and he wasn't really aware of reality."

"You mentioned he was acting weird."

"I don't know what he heard. He had maybe ten minutes of lucidity total... but there was a fae who controls the temple, I guess? They were the final challenge or something. We were given a choice to stay or leave."

"And he chose to stay?" Four asks with mounting dread.

If Hyrule was being controlled by faerie compulsion magic to the extra you say....

Well, that's bad on levels Four isn't able to name just yet.

"He did. Whatever magic was being used just got stronger the longer we were there. I said he couldn't stay and... was offered a deal..." you say as you toss him a quick glance.

"Tell me you didn't..." Four manages shakily.

Making a promise to Hyrule is bad enough. The man is a fae himself, which Four only knows because of the blacksmith's own herritage...

Making a deal with a malicious fae? That's often deadly.

You crack a shaking smile, "I was told if I could get Hyrule out in an hour, we would both be free."

"That was - so dangerous," Four says as gently as he can.

You swallow hard again. "I know. But - I the Promise I made was to get us both out alive..."

Four can't help the half sob the escapes him, heart clenching painfully."Oh (Y/n)..."

"I know I shouldn't have done it, any of it. I'll talk to Hyrule, and I'll face the consequences, but I try to keep my word, you know?" You offer.

You don't say anything about the magic around the promise, and Four isn't sure you know it's actually binding.

You were in a situation with no good choice.

Four bites back every ounce of anger for the fae that did this to you and Hyrule. Right now, he needs to be calm for you and for Hyrule.

You are not someone he knows well despite all of the hope he is constantly repressing, but you are someone who is stuck on this journey with him and is doing their best.

"You took the deal," Four breathes out.

"I took the deal. He was so out of it, and I tried to get him out with words. I did!"

"Don't tell me you knocked him out."

"I did... I know it's wrong! I do! I almost didn't do it, but I had to get us out."

"I - there was no good choice."

"I couldn't have dragged him the magic, and whatever he was experiencing made him want to stay so bad he would have fought me tooth and nail..."

"This is... a lot to process," Four sighs as he shoves back the headache forming.

"Yeah... I told you I messed it all up."

"No, you didn't. You did your best in a horrible situation set up against you. You and Hyrule have a lot to talk out and work on, but you didn't do anything just to be cruel."

"I would never!" You say immediately.

Four just nods, "I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know. But I'm not mad, and the only person who really has any reason to object is Hyrule."

"I know."

"He'll forgive you. He might just need space."

"I'll give him as much as he wants."

"It'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Four says.

"Okay."

He bites his cheek, pondering if he should warn you about who's on next watch or about how the others are going to want to know what you did too.

"At least Wars can't lecture me about my shield this time," you offer after a moment.

Four snorts, "No, he can't."

"I'm sorry I dumped all that on you."

"I offered to listen, I don't mind."

"Okay."

"The others are going to want to know what happened," Four says.

"I know."

"You don't have to tell everyone."

"I know."

"You did the best you could in a bad situation," Four soothes.

"I... yeah."

"I'm glad you're safe."

You crack a smile, "Me too... I shouldn't have told you all of that before I talked to Hyrule..."

Your voice is low and shaking as you stare at your hands.

He... can't argue with that, but he doubts it was a malicious act. "Maybe."

"Please don't tell anyone else," you say as you turn your gaze to him. "I'll talk to them all I just - Hyrule deserves to know everything before then."

Four nods. He can't disagree with that either. If he was in Hyrule's position, he wouldn't want to find out when everyone else did either. "I won't."

"Thank you," you manage as you look away.

Four let's the silence settle as he spins your words in his mind.

You definitely did some not great things, but then again... who hasn't messed up?

You made a promise to Hyrule, which is not great, but it's already done.

You made a deal with a fae, but if you hadn't, you'd have broken your Promise to a different fae...

Knocking Hyrule out isn't his first choice, but he definitely understands, and he isn't going to judge you for doing what you had to to get out.

Besides, you seem to be horrified enough by your actions for everyone. As long as this doesn't become a pattern, Four can look past it.

Although... Four can't shake the dread around the idea that you can knock them out. Knowing that you can feels... strange.

He's going to have to work through all of this later.

You sit with him as his shift passes.

"Who's on next watch?" You ask.

Four glances over, "Legend is."

"I'll take watch, I can't sleep anyway," you shrug.

"You don't have to."

"I'm okay to do it. He was worried out of his head. I'm sure, I think I heard him fighting earlier? Dunno, but I know you're all close to Hyrule, and none of you get enough sleep."

"You know we worried about you too, right?"

"Well... yeah? But I'm not worth losing sleep over. We aren't close."

Four ignores the flare of emotion. "You're worth caring about."

"I - thanks?"

He knows you don't believe him, and he doesn't know how to convince you.

"I mean it," he says.

"Okay. I can still take watch. I can't go back to sleep."

"I - if you're sure."

"I am."

"Okay," Four says.

He has to work on treating you like you can do things. He knows this. He won't fight you.

You just spent two days surviving a dungeon while babysitting Hyrule. You're obviously capable of keeping watch.

By the time he turns in, you are plenty awake enough to take last watch.

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You are in the middle of putting your water skin away when you see the others starting to wake. The sun creeps over the horizon.

Wild and Warriors both stir first, shifting and mumbling.

Twilight isn't far behind.

Sky, Wind, and Hyrule still seem pretty out of it.

Four, Time, and Legend seem to be sleeping but not far from stirring.

You let yourself relax, there isn't danger now only your boys.

"Whas'i'?" Twilight gasps as he jerks awake.

Warriors just groans into his pillow before he sits up and wipes at his face.

Wild yawns into his own pillow before rolling out of bed and pushing to his feet.

"Good morning," you call gently.

All three sets of eyes fall to you quick enough that you worry for their pain.

"You're awake," Warriors breathes out.

"And talking," you offer with a half shrug.

"Ya gave us a hear' 'tack! Wha'd'ya go inta th' dungeon for?" Twilight asks as he pushes to his own feet.

"Hyrule," you say as if that is a full and total explanation.

"Are you okay?" Wild asks.

"Much better now that I'm out of the evil magic temple thing."

"Good. You were in rough shape," Warriors says as he stands and starts walking towards you. "You and Hyrule both."

"I take it you two healed us?"

"We did," Wind says.

"Thank you."

"Ya don't gotta thank us," Twilight says.

"If you say so," you say.

"What happened?" Warriors asks.

"Evil magic dungeons suck is what happened," you shrug before you sigh. "I'll tell you all later. I don't want to tell the story a bunch."

"Of course," Wild says. "We're just glad you're safe."

"Me too," you say.

The three start about their morning routines, and watching them is reassuring.

You aren't alone.

You aren't the sober one.

You aren't stuck.

Twilight starts his patrol.

Warriors works on putting his things up.

Wild starts breakfast, which you could just kiss him for. You're so happy for real food.

Legend wakes with a start and a gasp of your name that has your heart breaking.

You can't find words fats enough.

Legend looks around and seems to be looking for something until his eyes fall on you.

"Morning, Ledge," you call out.

"You're awake," Legend breathes helplessly as his shoulders relax.

"Evil magic dungeons are, in fact, awful. Negative four was not a negative enough rating," you inform him.

Wild snorts at that.

Legend laughs with a tremor you don't point out, "You're telling me."

"If I never see a dungeon again, it'll be too soon."

He laughs a little more, sounding a bit delirious. "You came out alive."

"Yeah, I did."

"Your panther is a menace," he informs you.

You laugh a little. "Yeah..."

Legend comes over to sit by you. His hands shake. "You're okay, right?"

"I'm - yeah. There's uh some stuff to sort out with Hyrule, but I'm okay."

"What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"Then what happened?"

"I - want to talk to Hyrule first, but I'll tell you all after that."

"I - okay. You're both okay, though, right?"

"I... Hyrule is going to be upset... I don't know what exactly he saw and heard, but it seemed hard."

"What about you?"

"I'm just -... heart tired? I don't know. I'll be okay, though."

Legend frowns, raising his hand as if he is going to do something before he glances at it and drops the hand back down. "I'm- sorry. I know dungeons are hard..."

You crack a weak smile, "Just don't make me do that one again?"

"Never. I - we never want you doing that one again. We spoke to the locals about it, and it was run by a fae who feeds on misery."

You swallow.

So the others might have some idea what the dungeon is? Who runs it?

Wait.

Legend said 'I' before he said 'we'.

He is such a sweetheart.

"That makes sense. I didn't know it was misery, but I did meet the fae."

"You did?" Legend asks tightly.

"Mh, not my favorite."

"You didn't give it your name, did you?"

"No," you say firmly. "No, I didn't."

"Good."

There's the sound of someone moving around in their bedroll quite a bit.

You look over and find Hyrule fighting against his blankets with wide eyes.

"Hyrule?" You call out as you stand.

Legend stands up with you.

Hyrule's eyes snap to you, and he makes a miserable sound that tugs at your heart and your soul. It sounds like pure grief.

"Hey," you manage. "Are you... feeling okay?"

"What did you do?" Hyrule asks you with a shaking voice and wide eyes.

You swallow to avoid making any embarrassing sounds of hurt. "Let's... Let's go talk. There's - I want to talk to you about this all first."

"What did you do?" Hyrule asks you again, sounding more upset with each word.

"Let's go talk," you say as you start towards the edge of camp. "I pro- I'll tell you everything."

"Do you want company?" Legend asks.

"No. No, we'll be okay," you say.

Hyrule follows you to the edge of camp on shaky legs, and you try to shove down the mounting dread.

You stop and wait for him.

"What did you do?" Hyrule asks you a third time, voice weak and eyes searching. He sounds desperate to get an answer.

You don't blame him.

"I really messed up," you say as calmly as you can. "So much actually, and I owe you so many apologies. What do you remember? I'll tell you anything! I just - I don't know how much you know."

"Not... Not much. You knocked me out? And uh - I was hearing a dead person..." Hyrule swallows as he looks anywhere but you.

You wince, "Yeah... yeah, that makes sense."

"What happened?"

"Just - don't -... Let me explain it all before you freak out?" You ask.

You are sure he's going to be upset. You can't blame him for it wither.

"I'll... try."

"Okay," you say as you take a deep breath. "Okay... so I'm not sure about all the magic stuff, but you were acting weird around the temple even before you went in."

"I... felt weird... floaty almost."

"Well, come to find out there's a fae who runs the dungeon that feeds on misery? Anyway, you were in some weird trance? You went into the dungeon after Four and Wild left, and I followed you in because you were really out of it."

Hyrule frowns as he looks at you. "You followed me in?"

"Yeah, well, the door disappeared, and you kept floating away? I found out later that the fae that runs the place was... controlling you? I'm not sure how exactly but some sort of magic. You were hearing a voice that wasn't there."

"Yeah.... I - yeah."

"I had a faint voice I heard too? I dunno, dosen’t matter right now. Anyway, the whole place was a death trap. Tricks and boobytraps everywhere. You weren't aware of anything but whatever voice you were hearing for most of it."

"Oh."

"Anyway, after however long, I got you to sit down. You became just lucid enough to tell me not to trust my ears and then fell asleep. I met the fae who runs the place, and they told me they were controlled you and said we'd face a test?" You sigh, unsure how exactly to explain everything but doing your best to just power through.

"Oh no..."

"Yeah. Well then, I uh- I accidentally made you a Promise?"

"What?!" Hyrule demands with a high and tight voice.

"I know! I know I said I wouldn't! I didn't mean to! But I did because that's just - I did."

"Why would you do that?!"

"I just told you I didn't mean to," you say quickly. "But uh - there's more?"

"Fine," Hyrule sighs heavily. "What else?"

"So after our break where I also took a bit of a nap, we kept going. There were more death traps, but we finally get to the last room where the fae is, and she says we can leave, but you're so out of it, you say you want to stay."

"That's not all, is it?" Hyrule asks you tightly.

"No... I say they can not have you - and it's a whole thing. Anyway, they offer me a deal -"

"Tell me you didn't," Hyrule says tightly. He looks ready to be sick.

"They said if I could get you out in an hour, we would both be free."

"Are you telling me you made a deal with a strange and malicious fae?" He draws with a tone that asks if you're serious even without the words.

"That's not even the end of it," you sigh heavily.

"What else could there be?"

You wince, "So I take the deal, and you are still being controlled, and you don't want to come with me. I couldn't realistically drag you out while you were awake and controlled, so I uhm... knocked you out?"

"What?" He blinks.

"I uh - I knocked you out. I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't know what else to do! And I understand if you're mad and I'm sorry..."

"Is that everything?"

"Well, after I knocked you out, I then dragged you? But uh, we're free?"

Hyrule takes a deep, shaking breath. He clenches his jaw a few times and pins you with his stare.

"I don't even know where to start," he says lowly.

You swallow thickly, pushing down the urge to run.

He deserves to say his piece.

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"I don't even know where to start," Hyrule says lowly.

His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. Anger, affection, fear, pride, grief, and doubt all swirl like a horrible natural disaster.

You stand there before him looking torn between fleeing and staying.

"I really am sorry. I know pretty much all of what I did was the wrong choice," you say as you try to shoulder responsibility.

For a moment, Hyrule wants to damn you because you took him from the place he could have seen his honeybee one last time.

He knows that's ridiculous, though. He wouldn't have really seen them, and he would be dead now.

"You said you wouldn't make me Promises," Hyrule says as evenly as he can even though he wants to kick and scream and fight.

"I know," you say softly.

"You shouldn't ever make a deal with a strange and malicious fae," he informs you tightly.

"I... What else was I supposed to do?" You ask him, looking as if you truly want an answer.

"Anything else!" Hyrule snaps.

You flinch at that, and he can't decide if he's guilty or vindicated.

"I... really couldn't. That's not who I am and... the Promise I made you was to get us both out alive," you admit.

Hyrule closes his eyes, tips his head back, and lets out a heavy sigh. "You really made a mess with that."

"Yeah..."

"You knocked me out," he says as he opens his eyes to stare up at the clouds.

"I did... I didn't know what else to do."

"That's probably the best thing you could have done at that point... just - don't do that again."

"Okay."

"No more Promises, either."

"Okay," you say.

Hyrule just sighs as he looks to you, "I can't believe you. That - everything you did was -!"

He stops and takes another deep breath.

You are stubborn, apparently, and a magnet for danger.

The only other person who could have gotten themselves into the situation you did would have to be his honeybee.

As he takes a moment to gather his thoughts, Hyrule lets his magic take stock of the faint bond the Promise leaves behind and stops.

Oh.

He's been a fool.

Your magic is there, and it still feels achingly familiar.

It feels familiar because it is.

Only his honeybee would get themselves into such a dangerous and frankly ridiculous situation.

Only Hyrule's honeybee would befriend a panther.

He needs to do something.

He needs to say something.

He needs to hug you.

He needs to demand what you were thinking.

He needs to sort out the root of the feelings around the dungeon and your actions.

Hyrule is still so incredibly wound up, and he doesn't think he can say much that isn't going to be damaging.

"I'm going to get some air. The others are going to have questions, you can answer them or not," Hyrule says as calmly as he can.

His hands shake.

"Do you want them to know?" You ask him.

"I - they can. I just - I need space. I have to process everything."

"Okay..." You say.

Hyrule nods before he goes into the trees.

He just needs to walk it off.

That's all.

His frame shakes as he walks.

The ambient nature magic should be enough to drown out the faint bond of your Promise.

It isn't.

Hyrule's feels that literally magic bond like a lifeline at sea.

The foliage around him blurs. It isn't important to him right now.

Hyrule's can't name what he feels for all the gold in all the worlds.

But, oh, does he feel.

He feels so much.

Good.

Bad.

All of it.

His emotions are all the emotions.

Hyrule isn't sure what he is even upset about.

He knows he's happy to know that his honeybee is back in his life in some way.

He knows he's hurt that you are on a lifetime where you don't know him.

He knows he's got a lot of feelings around you making a Promise after saying you wouldn't.

Hyrule knows he has feelings about you dragging him from the proverbial lion's den.

He just needs space to think.

That's all.

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Wild isn't really sure what you're going to tell them, but he's pretty sure it's not going to be pretty. It's after a tense discussion that has Hyrule in the woods that you gather everyone together to talk.

Legend and Warriors sit on your left with Wind and Spooky on your right.

Wild sits with Twilight and Four.

Sky and Time si to the left.

"So first, I want to say thanks for healing Hyrule and I... it was a rough, however long in the dungeon," you say with a voice that only shakes a little.

"Fourty five hours, thirteen minutes, and three seconds," Time says as if on autopilot.

You wince, "yikes."

"Why would you go in?" Wild asks, "I don't get it. Hyrule was hurt, and you were against the idea."

You look at him, and for a moment, you look as if you take offense, but then you sigh.

"I didn't want to go in, Hyrule was really out of it, and he went in first, so I went after him. It... didn't get better from there," you say as you look around.

"Wait - Hyrule went in?" Legend asks with mounting horror.

"It's not his fault?" You offer weakly.

"What do you mean?" Time asks slowly, as if he isn't sure he wants to hear the answer.

Wild dosen’t blame him.

"Mind control magic? I don't understand it all, but the fae who runs the place made him experience things and lose touch with reality?"

"Tha' ain't righ'," Twilight says lowly, as if he wants to growl. "Only a yell'a bellied cow'ad hasta sink down t' mind control."

Wild takes a slow breath. He dosen’t understand magic as well as others, but to be controlled like that sounds cruel.

"Yeah, well... I went in after him, and then the door shut and disappeared. The whole place was a death trap, boobytrapped to hell and back," you explain with something between anger and horror.

Wild wants to hand you a warm drink and shield you from the rest of the world. You've already done so much.

"What else?" Warriors prompts.

"The longer we were in there, the worse the mind control got," you say with a slow breath out. It's an obvious attempt to stay calm. "Hyrule wasn't aware of any danger? I kept pulling him out of harm's way. He's a lot harder to pull away from a goal that I thought he would be, by the way. He's strong!"

You give a little laugh that makes Wild's heart cracks into pieces.

"That sounds awful," Sky frowns. "Are you okay?"

"Did you beat the fae?" Wind asks excitedly.

Four just listens, offering you a silent nod. He seems to be reassuring you as if he already knows.

Wild supposes the blacksmith might.

"I'm much better now. Hyrule isn't being controlled anymore. I didn't exactly beat the fae so much as... get lucky my mistakes worked in my favor."

"What does that mean?" Legend asks you.

"You didn't give your name, did you?" Time asks tightly.

"No. No, I uh, did some other things."

"What did you do?" Warriors asks.

"It don't matt'a, ya made it ou'," Twilight tries.

"Well, I Promised Hyrule I'd get us both out alive, and you know, I like to keep my word," you say.

Wild thinks it's a tactful way to dodge around the magical and dangerous aspects.

"Oh shit," Legend hisses.

"Well, yeah. Heard whispers that I couldn't make out. That was no fun. Anyway, after Hyrule took a nap and I met the fae the first time, we eventually get to the last room, and it's a mess."

"First time?" Sky asks with mounting tension.

Wild does not like any of these implications.

"Yeah? They admitted to controlling Hyrule and said we'd face a test? Anyway, they left. We make it to the final room, and the fae is there again, and they say we can leave if we want. Hyrule didn't want to..."

"Please tell me you sucker punched the fae," Wind grins.

"Uh... no? I tell the fae they can't keep Hyrule, and it's a whole thing. So they offer me a deal for some reason -"

"Tell me you didn't take the deal from a strange and malicious fae," Warriors says as he burrows his face in his hands. "For the love of everything, please."

You wince again, and Wild thinks he's going to have a heart attack.

"Wars..." Four tries.

"I took the deal?"

"What was the deal?" Time asks with a sigh.

"If I could get Hyrule out in an hour, we'd both be free. I take the deal, right? Hyrule... dosen’t want to come with me even after I asked a few times... So I knocked him out a little bit?" You say as you look pointedly at your hands.

"A little bit?" Wild asks weakly.

"A lot?" You correct. "I talked to him about that already! But uh... yeah. Then I dragged Hyrule out, and uh heard you guys? I think I fell on someone?" You wound far less sure about everything after dragging Hyrule out.

"Well... we're just glad you made it out," Wild says in what he hopes is a calm and reassuring voice.

"Me too," you laugh weakly.

Wild swallows the urge to pull you into his arms. You have no reason to want that from him.

"We shouldn't have left you there," Wild says softly.

You give him a soft, sympathetic smile, "It would have taken anyone with grief."

"It didn't take you," Legend says softer.

"It tried," you say softer as well, "it really really tried."

"But you're here. That's what counts," Wind says as he hugs you from wher ehe is beside you.

You smile weakly, hugging the kid back. "Thanks."

"I still can't believe you knocked Hyrule out," Wild admits.

The idea of you doing that is... wrong.

Some of it is probably your similarities to his firefly. Some of it is just how you've been acting since you met.

You have been friendly, but not mean.

"I... yeah," you say, letting go of Wind. "Me neither."

"Would you do it again?" Legend asks you.

"What?"

"Now that you're out, would you knock someone out again?"

"Uh, no? Not unless I'm the one performing surgery? Please never make me perform surgery. That would be a horrible plan, actually," you start to ramble, horror dawning on your face.

"No one expects you to do surgery," Time finally cuts in. "We will be discussing why, exactly you knocked Hyrule and and whether or not you can handle situations like that again."

Wild winces in sympathy. That's a nice way of Time saying 'I'm not sure I trust you'.

You look ready to be sick, but you nod. "Okay."

"We're just glad you're okay, and that talk can wait until after we get to town and have time to process," Warriors cuts in as he gives the oldest a dirty look.

Wild... isn't sure what to make of that.

Usually, warriors and Legend are the more weary group members, but... they seem to be protecting you?

Weird...

Did you... do something to them?

Wild pushes that thought from his head. He has no proof, and he's just tired.

He can keep an eye on things, but none of your behavior indicates any malicious motives.

"If that's what you think needs to happen," Time says stiffly.

Wild hopes Time takes it easy on you.

"Someone should go check on Hyrule," Four says with a sigh.

"I can," Legend says quickly. "I'm sure he -

"If you're checking on him, you should know he's pretty upset," you say from where you are.

"I bet he is," Sky frowns as he looks you over.

"He does know what happened, dosen’t he?" Time asks you with a heavy gaze.

"I told him. I - Hyrule deserves to know. He just, you know, wasn't thrilled?" You offer with a weak shrug.

Wild offers a weak smile. "It's going to be okay. He just... needs time."

"I'm not saying otherwise," you say softly. "I'm just saying if anyone is going to check on him, they should know he's upset."

Wild decides that tears it.

You aren't malicious.

You just got handed a bad hand of cards during the dungeon, and you did your best.

"I'll meet the rest of you in town, I'll bring Hyrule when I do," Time says as he looks around the group. "I think we all need some rest."

Wild nods, starting to pack up.

"I'll see you all there," Time says.

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