#don't even know why cause i mean he. just proved he can still fool me 100% if he wants to n isn't above playin into my feelings

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

feelin kinda guilty for bein scared

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Mind Games (2)

Direct cntinuation to Mind games (til we lose control) (takes place before lost time)

Ben/Soldier Boy X Supe!Fem!reader

Summary: Herogasm proves to be a disaster for everyone involved, but at least you and Ben still have each other at the end of the night. Takes places during the Herogasm episode but like I did my own shit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it mfs), p in v, shower sex (pls don't try to recreate this, SB has super strength, your man does not, you might break sum), oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, dom!Soldier Boy, praising kink, Ben calls her mean things a lot (but she likes it), choking, hair pulling, spitting, Soldier Boy cause mf is a warning on his own, typical canonical violence for this show, no use of y/n, Violet isn't her real name, just a nickname.

WC: 6.9k I'm so sorry

A/N: WHAT DID I TELL YALL MFSSS. Took me 2 years to revisit it but yk what it's fine cause every year is Soldier Boy's year. So yeah here we are. I will warn yall im not too good at writing action/fight scenes, like it made sense in my head but idk if that image translated well into the scene. I only know how to write smut im sorry. But to my Ben/Jensen girlie's, this is for you. I'll see yall in hell <3

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Fucking Herogasm. Christ, you didn't remember the last time you were here. Funny, the last time you went to a Herogasm party it was coincidentally with Ben. And it was in fact the last one you ever went to. It never felt right to go back without him. 

"Fuckin' Herogasm," Butcher laughed and shook his head, glancing back at you with intrigue, "You ever been Violet?" 

Your lips curled up a bit and you licked your lips slowly, glancing at Ben for a second before you found two pairs of curious eyes on you. 

"Yeah, every year for like ten years." You responded, and you were met with a look of disbelief from Hughie, and even Butcher had a slight glint of surprise in his eyes. Perhaps they didn't take you as the orgy, drugs and depravity type of supe, not that you blame them, that never truly was your idea of fun. But you weren’t entirely innocent either. "I'm serious. You can ask Ben if you don't believe me." 

Both men gave Ben a long glance and he laughed, shrugging at you. 

"She ain’t lying, I took her to her first one, in 74' was it? Should've seen her, such a pretty doe-eyed lil’ thing, with a face like hers she fooled everyone." 

"Oh, yeah, you showed innocent little me all the ropes. It was very educational." You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the small grin on your face, and Ben had one of his own. 

For a moment you forgot neither of the other two men quite understood whatever was going between you and Ben, so you missed the uncomfortable look on their faces. 

"Oh, I showed you a hell of a lot more than just the ropes, sweetheart." 

"And I'll show you both the barrel of a gun if I have to endure another second of your trip down erotic memory lane. Can we focus here?" Butcher groaned, looking both annoyed and disturbed by your relationship, like a parent who was tired of keeping his two horny teenagers in line. 

You exchanged a look with Ben, eyes big and lips pursed as you tried not to laugh and you gave him a look of having just been scolded. He simply rolled his eyes and half paid attention to Hughie and Butcher as they went back and forth about who was going in first. 

You, as always, just stood there and observed, absentmindedly twirling your knife between your fingers as you listened to them agree that Hughie should go in first so you could be in and out as quickly as possible. In between your own priorities, Ben being the main one, you had almost forgotten why you were here in the first place. Despite the fact that you were picking off Payback's members one by one, you quickly realized this wasn't for you, or Ben and his plot for revenge. No, it was about Butcher getting his. And the two of you were simply there to make it happen. 

You had begun to wonder if this was all there was to it, a means to an end, and in reality neither you or Ben had much of a chance to make it out this revenge mission alive. But if there was something you knew for sure, it was that you would die before you let anything happen to Ben again. Deep down, you hoped he would do the same for you. 

"I'm gonna go check the area before we go in, make sure there aren't any surprises." Butcher announced after a minute or two of waiting, Hughie not being back yet. He started walking, but not before turning to glance at you both with narrowed eyes, "And you two behave, last time I left you cunts alone you broke a bathroom." 

You did a mocking salute to him and snorted when he rolled his eyes at you, grumbling something you didn't quite hear as he began to walk away. He was out of your sight pretty quickly and you could already feel Ben's intense gaze burn on your face. You ignored it at first, but when he stood in front of you, eyes never leaving you, you had no choice but to look at him. You stopped your fidgeting and you looked up at him expectantly as you leaned back against a tree.

"I don't need to read your mind to know you want to tell me something, what's up?" 

"What you said back at the motel, did you mean it?" He questioned, leaning close to your face as he placed a hand beside your head. You stared at him for a second, trying to dig in your mind for whatever it was that he meant. You found his green eyes and you realized. 

Ah. The three fucking words. 

"Seriously Ben?" You groaned, your head falling to the side with annoyance, but more of all you wanted to avoid his gaze, avoid the shame of having confessed your deepest feelings, knowing feelings wasn't something either of you ever talked about let alone ever admitted to. Because feelings meant vulnerability, and vulnerability meant weakness. And weakness wasn't something either of you would ever admit to.

He grabbed your chin, grip tight as he forced you to look at him, "Did you? ‘Cause I meant what I said, all of it." 

Your face softened and your lips slightly curved into a tiny smile. You never wanted to search his mind without his permission, it was like a line you never liked to cross, but you didn't need to this time. Just by looking into his eyes you always knew. You could tell a lot by looking into someone’s eyes. You searched his eyes for any kind of deceit or even manipulation, but you didn't find any. You knew what he meant, and coming from him, it meant everything. 

"Yeah," You sighed softly, "I meant what I said." 

"Good." His pink lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he squeezed your face and leaned down, capturing your lips into his own. It was slower, no rushed and desperate touches like before, but he still kissed you hard. There was nothing gentle about it, but was there ever anything gentle about him? 

His tongue slipped into your mouth as he dropped his hand, resting it on the column of your neck. He pressed his armored chest against yours, pretty much pinning you against the tree. His mouth was so skilled, like he knew exactly how to take your breath away in seconds, he knew you that well. You would never allow a man to have this much control over you. But it was always different with him. Your hands found his long strands as you explored his mouth, and you pulled hard. You felt him groan against your mouth and he squeezed your neck in response. You gasped, the sound quickly fading into a soft moan. He pulled back and watched with amusement the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he squeezed your throat. 

"You fucking slut, you still get off to me hurting you, don't you?" He bit his lip as he released your throat, thumb brushing over the skin he knew would bruise, just like everybody else's, even if it was for a little bit. 

You inhaled deeply, the short lack of airflow making you dizzy, but in the most delicious way possible. You opened your eyes, finding his green ones and god you wished nothing but to just ditch the mission and go somewhere where he could take you, over and over again. 

"Are we here to get revenge or are we here to get your dick wet? ‘Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here." You mumbled, breath heavy and he chuckled. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your jaw before he moved them to your ear. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard I'm gonna break a hell of a lot more than just a mirror." He coaxed. The way he spoke in your ear made you rub your thighs together and the pool forming in your panties was impossible to ignore. It was embarrassing how quickly he could pull you apart and do with you what he pleased. "When we get back. Now pull yourself together, we're on a mission." 

And just like that he was standing a few feet away from you. He was looking behind his shoulder, almost as if he could hear someone. And of course, just in time for you to somewhat regain your composure, Butcher came back. Though it wasn't before you locked eyes with Ben one more time as you tried to control your breathing, and the cocky bastard winked at you, lips curled into a shit eating grin before Butcher actually approached you both. 

This motherfucker. 

"All clear. The twins are in there. You shouldn't have a problem going in," He said to Ben, but then looked at you, "You, though, you might get some attention. Pretty girl, dressed in black leather and strapped with knives, that's some BDSM shit if I've seen one." 

"Okay and?" You frowned, now standing by both men.

"Just stay close to him, people might recognize you and approach you. Do what you can to keep a low profile. You might have to get your hands a bit dirty." He looked between you and Ben. You stared at him with a small frown at first, but when he raised his eyebrows at you, you quickly realized what he meant. 

"Wouldn't be the first time." Ben commented with a chuckle when he caught on. You looked at him, slightly unimpressed by his lack of discretion but you simply rolled your eyes. 

Butcher sighed heavily, clearly done with your antics by then and he simply motioned you off with an unimpressed expression, "Off you go, ya dirty cunts." 

"Looks like you might get your dick wet after all." You commented to Ben as you both headed off to the house. 

He chuckled, shooting you a glance as you stood in front of the door. You were both eager to get this over with, you more than him. It was one thing for him to be able to face the assholes that betrayed him, and you were happy to do it with him. But the idea of being around dozens of supes, in an environment where there were no rules, no respect and no boundaries, made you uneasy. You didn't know if you could handle that many voices all at once. It had been a long time since you had been around other Supes, let alone that many, and you had made that decision for a reason. 

Almost as if he could feel the anxiety radiate from you, you felt a large hand fill your own. Confused, you looked down and saw he had intertwined his fingers with your own. "There's nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart, it wouldn't be the first time we do this." 

"I haven't been around other supes since…" You inhaled deeply, your throat slightly closing up at the memory. The last time you stepped foot at Vought Tower, when you realized you couldn't do it anymore. Ben looked at you, eyebrows slightly knitted into a frown, "It's been a long time is all." 

"Just stay by my side, nobody will lay a hand on you. I'll always protect you, remember?" He gave your hand a slight squeeze and the calm yet assertive ring in his voice made you feel almost at ease. Almost. 

You stayed silent, needing all your energy and focus to keep the dozens of voices beginning to infiltrate your mind one by one. The sound of Ben speaking as a very naked man opened the door sounded far, distant, you didn't catch much of what they said. You only knew to move when you felt Ben tug you along. Now the sound of your racing heart was almost as loud as the voices. So fucking many people here. So many Supes. So many voices. All at once. It was deafening. It disgusted you, to have to hear every passing thought these depraved beings had. You didn’t realize you started digging your blunt nails into Ben’s gloves.

It didn’t hurt, but your enhanced strength definitely made him feel the tightening grip of your shaking hands. He stopped and looked at you with a twisted frown.

“The fuck is wrong with you now? You look like you saw your father.” 

You eyes snapped up to find him looking back at you with both confusion, and his version of concern. You opened your mouth but you could only stammer but no words actually came out. You couldn’t think. It was so loud. Your lip quivered ever so slightly as you felt your chest start to grow heavy. Ben saw the look on your face, the way your eyes were frantically looking around the room, your jaw wound up so tight he thought you’d break it. The last time he saw you like this was when you first joined Payback and didn’t have full control of your abilities. 

“Stop that, right now.” He gripped your shoulders hard, really fucking hard, enough to make you shift your focus on him for a moment. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Hey, I need you to focus. Get your head under control. I need you to have my back here, okay?”

“I… I don’t.. I can’t get them to stop. They won’t stop.” You said, so close to being on the verge of tears. “There’s so many, I can’t get them to shut the fuck up. I--” 

“Hey,” He shook you ever so slightly, leaning in close to your face. “The fuck did I just say? Get. yourself. Together. You used to tune ‘em out, remember? So tune them out.” 

You breathed in, your chest rising as you tried to drown out the noise, focus on his face, on his voice. But you couldn’t. You hadn’t been around this many people in nearly a decade.

“I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t be here. I’m sorry.” You shook your head frantically and tried to slip out of his grip but he didn’t let you. 

“I need you here. Just—hey,” he grabbed your jaw, looking out of the corner of his eyes to make sure you weren’t bringing in too much attention before he met your teary eyes. “Just look at me. I’m right here. Remember you used to tune everyone else out and only focus on my voice, hm? Focus on my thoughts, okay? It’s just you and me, fuck everyone else.” 

You stared at him, the green in his eyes seeming more and more green the longer you looked. You even saw a ring yellow in there. His voice. His thoughts, they had always calmed you, centered you. The voices grew more and more distant the longer you looked at him. You listened to his voice as his thoughts became your own. Until only the sound of his voice was in your head. Your breath was shaky as you closed your eyes, a laugh of relief leaving your lips.

He held your face for a little longer, his deep frown less harsh as he watched your face slowly visibly relax and the tension left your body.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” You exhaled deeply and nodded at him, feeling like you were slowly regaining control of yourself. “Let’s go find the terror twins.” 

You walked around this house for what felt like hours. But it didn’t help that you were being stopped every five minutes by every naked Supe you walked by. Ben was anything but amused.

“I swear to fucking Christ if one more of these slimy jizz-covered fuck faces asks you to use your knives on them I will actually shove my shield up their ass.” Ben grumbled with a look of disgust on his face.

“They’d probably like that.” You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the death glare he shot you.

“Eat shit.” You actually snorted this time, and you were full on giggling when he started mumbling curses at you as he walked off. 

You ultimately decided splitting up was probably the way to go, the house was way too big and had too many rooms, you’d find the twins quicker if you each went your own way. Ben was reluctant at first, a bit apprehensive to leave you on your own after you almost broke down earlier. But you reassured him you were fine and perfectly capable of going on your own. You ultimately realized you made the right choice. You didn’t know exactly when or how but out of nowhere you heard a loud blast in the next room and you were launched right through a wall from the blast. Pain immediately started shooting through your body at the impact. You were a Supe, sure, but you weren’t Soldier Boy, you weren’t fucking invincible. You bled and you felt pain like any human. 

It took you a good minute to understand what the actual fuck had just happened. And when you did, you almost forgot about the throbbing pain going through your body. You pushed yourself up to your feet, stumbling and holding on to walls as you dragged yourself through the rubble and burned bodies. Your jaw slightly fell open at the sight of this much mayhem. You didn’t believe in God, but fuck were you praying to a higher power for Ben to be okay. 

You managed to stay on your feet despite the pain. It would go away eventually, in a day or so, but the first few hours were brutal. Still you pushed through, determined to find Ben. You stumbled into a hallway, the walls were falling apart and chunks of cement were all around the floor. But what caught your attention was the sight that fucking American flag and blonde head of hair you had grown to despise. Your heart stopped, you were frozen. You held your breath as you realized fucking Homelander was here. And he currently had Ben pinned to a wall.

This was such a bad fucking idea. You could die a very agonizing death. A bad idea indeed. 

Adrenaline kicked in, you sprinted and with a bit of momentum you landed on Homelander’s shoulders. You were surprised he didn’t hear you coming.You were thankful he was preoccupied with Ben. Your nails dug into the side of his temples and you used all of the energy and power you had coursing through your veins, and sent that straight to his brain.

You weren’t sure if it would even tickle. You tried using your shock powers on Ben once, a long time ago, just to test out how it worked on Supes with enhanced strength, he said it felt like being electrocuted. And right about now you were praying Homelander felt something, enough to stun him at least. You could kill an average Supe if you used enough power, but you weren’t so sure if you were strong enough.

You held on, but you were struggling, commanding your body to release this much energy was mentally exhausting but the sound of Homelander groaning in pain made you smile the slightest bit. The shocks of electricity weren’t going to kill him, but it sure did hurt, and it stunned him. Nobody’s brain was invisible afterall. 

“Hurts, doesn’t it motherfucker? Your body may be indestructible but your mind can only take so much before it breaks.” You spat. Sparks were coming from your fingers as your eyes flashed bright purple. “It’s fucked when its you being held down against your will, huh?”

He screamed, stumbling around as he attempted to grab at you, but this wasn’t the first time you tried to fry someone’s brain off while on their shoulders. You gasped when you saw his laser eyes go off as he screamed, leaving indents on the wall. This split second of distraction was enough to make your focus falter, and it gave Homelander the opportunity to find a grip on you. You cried in pain when he grabbed your ankle and tossed you off. 

You landed fucking hard, it knocked the air right out of your lungs. You coughed as you attempted to get up, but Homelander was grabbing you and pulling you up by your neck before you could blink. He held you up in the air as he levitated so you couldn’t find a way to escape. He held you at arm’s length so you couldn’t reach him, either. The way his empty, ice cold eyes stared you down with evil glee as you gasped for air was terrifying. 

“I always knew you were a fucking bitch. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance. Matter of fact, I’ll do that right now.” Your eyes widened when his eyes gleamed bright red. 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ben behind Homelander, with a grin as he grabbed Homelander’s cape and pulled down, and he pulled really fucking hard. Your body collided with the ground roughly, landing on your side with a pained cry. But you still saw Ben throw Homelander around by his cape, and had you not been mere seconds away from death, you would have laughed at the comedic irony. You were in and out of consciousness, an aura surrounding your vision. But in between your delirium you could see Butcher and Hughie had arrived, and the three of them were taking on Homelander. It wasn’t long before the three of them had Homelander pinned down. You could feel yourself fade, your muscles give out and your mind shut off. You hadn’t used that much power since you were in Payback. 

You heard indistinct voices and shouting before everything went black. 

“The fuck are you waitin’ for? Blast this cunt!” Butcher shouted and Ben grunted.

“I can’t! Just—Fuck.” His eyes found you in the corner, bloodied and passed out. You couldn’t run away and you wouldn’t survive the blast, he knew that. “You—kid, take her, and get out here. Now!”

“No fucking way!” Hughie shouted back, and Ben felt the urge to blast him instead. 

“Do what he says, take the fuckin’ girl and go!” Butcher shouted at Hughie, catching on to what Ben was trying to do. But before any of them could do anything, Homelander blasted his lasers, screaming as he overpowered the three of them while they were distracted. And just like that he was gone. 

The three men sat in silence, in defeat. They had a chance and they blew it. Ben knew it was mostly his fault, he shouldn’t have hesitated. But he refused to ever let you get hurt. In silent anger he glared at both of them and he stood and walked over to your passed out body. He clenched his jaw as he picked your limp body and carried you. He made eye contact with Butcher and Hughie and it took all of his power not to shoot both of them in the face. 

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Your whole body ached, and your head was founding. It was unbearable. You winced in pain as you began to peel layers of clothes off your body. God it fucking hurt. You closed your eyes as you attempted to hold back tears, only snapping back into reality when you felt Ben trace his fingers over your back. He noted every bruise and every cut. He knew they would heal, sure but it still made him seethe with anger. 

“What the fuck were you thinkin’, taking on Homelander like that? Did all the fucking pills you take for your psychosis fry all of your neurons or what?” He was so angry, and he never was exactly kind with his words. You always knew that, but it still hurt when he talked to you that way, especially when you had only been trying to help him. 

Your back was turned to him, so he couldn't see the hurt frown on your face but he did notice you huff at him and move away from his touch, refusing to look at him. 

“Okay.. Hey, no. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck.” He bit his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut with regret of his choice of words. You kept your back to him as you continued to undress. He groaned. “You would have died. And it would have been on me. I couldn’t live with that, is all.” 

“Well, I was passed out so it would have been a quick death, if that's of any consolation to you.” You answered shortly as you stripped down to your underwear. You don't think he understood that you stopped caring whether you lived or died a long time ago. 

“Okay, could you not be a bitch for two seconds?” He sighed, already annoyed by your attitude. 

“No. If you want a girl who doesn't talk back to you, go find Countess. Oh, wait, you can't ‘cause she sold you to the Russians. Guess you're stuck with me.” You answered with even more spitefulness, just to tick him off a little bit more. You didn't need to read his mind to know he was beyond pissed. You weren't exactly in a colorful mood, either. Your back was still turned to him as you tossed your bloodied gear in a corner. 

He breathed in deeply, pitching the bridge of his nose, “Violet, look at me when I'm talking to you.” 

You turned around with exasperation, your eyes open wide with a ‘what’ expression as you motioned your hands around passive-aggressively. 

“I didn't mean what I said. I know you were trying to help me… And I know that you can't always control your powers. I sometimes can't deal with my own head, I can't imagine having to deal with everybody else's.” Ben wasn't one to apologize. He was actually allergic to the words I'm sorry. You knew that. But you knew he at least tried to apologize using other words. So you listened. You knew he was having a hard time, too. “But I'm not really one to talk. I think I'm the one that's fucked in the head.” 

Your lips slightly parted at his words and you looked at him with a tiny bit of sadness. You never asked him details of what happened to him. Sure, you could look, but you never wanted to dig through his mind without his permission. He'd tell you if he really wanted to. But you didn't need to know everything to understand that what he went through messed him up. And it messed him up a lot. What happened at Herogasm was proof of that. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened at Herogasm? Don't make me look through your head, I don't want to.” You sighed softly, ultimately giving in, like you always did. Your delicate fingers dragged over his vest as you absentmindedly began to take off his gear. 

Ben stayed silent for a long time. He didn't think he even knew what happened. You were down to the last layer of the top part of his suit by the time he opened his mouth. 

“I blacked out. I don't.. I don't know what the fuck happened. I was talking to the fuck twins and then nothing. Next thing I remember is the burned bodies and the place was all fucked up.” He breathed out a little unevenly, a frown knitted deep on his face. He looked down at you when you stayed silent. “I didn't mean to. You believe that, right?” 

You did. But did he? 

“Of course I believe you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands flat on his chest. He brought one of his hands to the back of your hair, holding your head in place. After a few seconds, you hummed, parting your lips slightly. “Can I ask you a question?” 

He nodded. 

“Why didn't you kill Homelander? You had a shot. Why didn't you take it? You would have done the whole fucking world a favor.” 

Ben stared at you with confusion. Did you really not get it? Were you that clueless or was he just that bad at showing his devotion for you? Probably the latter. 

“You saw what my blast did to the house. You wouldn't have survived that. I should have, I know, Butcher won't stop fucking reminding me. But he has nothing left to lose. Can't kill two girlfriends in the same week, y'know?” 

Your mouth fell open with indignation and you shoved at his chest, but deep down you felt warm at the fact that he chose you over his mission, for once. You still pretended to be angry at him, though. “Fucking prick.” 

He brought his lips to your jaw, leaving blunt kisses and you pretend to hate it. But the smile on your face was inevitable. 

“Wanna shower now or what?” He eventually said. That was the reason you were in the bathroom after all. 

You nodded. You could use the hot water on your bruised skin. You finished stripping, Ben just watched you with a perverted grin and smacked your ass before he stripped himself. 

He got in first, turning on the water and letting it run until steam began to fill the small space. He knew you liked it boiling hot. He didn't mind. You got in and immediately went under the shower head. You moaned in relief, the hot water running down your tense muscles, alleviating the soreness on your body. Ben watched you with a surprising amount of patience as he stood behind you. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips behind your neck, licking along the skin before he moved down your neck to your shoulder. He rested his hands on your hips, squeezing the skin as lightly as he could. You had enough bruises for one day. 

“I'm gonna take care of you tonight, m’kay?” He mumbled against your skin before he made you turn around. 

He crashed his lips against yours, rough fingers gripping your jaw as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whined, already craving more. When he kissed you like this, you just couldn't help yourself. 

“Need you, please.” You were breathless against his lips, your blunt nails digging into his chest desperately. He gave your bottom lip a small tug as he pulled away. 

He made you stand in front of him, his back to the shower wall as he slowly sank to his knees. Your eyes followed him longingly.

“C'mere.” He pulled you towards him, his eyes were full of greed as he made eye contact with you while he directed you to rest one of your feet on his shoulder. 

His eyes stayed locked with yours as leaned forward and licked a long stripe from your hole up to your clit. He wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked. You gasped, instantly pressing your hand against the damp wall to keep yourself up. Your mouth fell open in delight as he dragged his tongue around your sensitive clit. 

“O-Oh. Shit. Shit, Ben.” You whined softly, your free hand falling to his wet hair. He held your hip with one hand, steady vice grip holding you in place as he pushed his tongue into your hole. You swore the cry you let out was heard in the entire apartment. “Oh, my God. Fuck. That feels so good.” 

Ben hummed in approval as you wrapped your fingers around his hair and held his face against you. As if he would go anywhere. He happily kept his mouth on you, head moving up and down as he worked you with his tongue, his nose brushing your clit with every movement of his head. To say that you were so close was an understatement. You could feel your leg start to give out under you the longer you felt that heat build in your stomach. Ben was more than happy to assist you with that, too. His free hand grabbed the underside of your thigh and forced you further against his mouth until your leg was dangling over his shoulder. His other hand stayed on your hip, vice grip holding you upright effortlessly. 

His tongue found your clit one more time, and the emptiness it left was replaced by two long fingers pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open in a silent cry. You leaned your forehead against the tile as you dug your nails into his scalp. Fuck, you didn't remember the last time a man ate you out, let alone ate you out like this. It felt so good you wanted to cry, you didn't even remember the pain in your body, all you could feel was pleasure. 

“Feels good, doesn't it sweetheart?” He spat into your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. If the shower hadn't been running the lewd sound of his fingers dragging in and out of your wet hole would've been so loud. But he could still hear it, and fuck did he love it. He took a second to look up at you. Such a pretty little thing when you were so close. “Oh, you wanna come don't you? Mhmm, yeah, you do. C'mon, gimme what I want. I know you can do it.” 

His tongue was back on your clit, he licked harsh stripes as he slipped his thick fingers in and out of your cunt with urgency. The sounds of him licking and sucking on your clit were almost as filthy as the sounds coming out of your mouth. His fingers fucked you without mercy, there was not a single thing gentle about his touch. It was rough and relentless. Just like he was. And it had you seeing fucking white before you even realized. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, lips parting in a silent cry as you held his face against you. But it wasn't like he'd go anywhere, if anything he kept his tongue on your swollen clit and his fingers never stopped. Tears formed in your eyes as your thighs shuddered. And when he didn't stop you were pulling at the ends of his hair to pull him off you. He groaned at this. Quite unhappy to be leaving the warm place between your thighs. 

“I wasn't done.” He looked up at you with a frown. You took in a deep breath, blowing out a small laugh as you grabbed at his face, weakly attempting to pull him back up.

“You can be down there all you want later, I just..” You swallowed hard, somewhat regaining your composure as he stood up to his full height. You pulled him down by his face and kissed him, and you kissed him fucking hard. And the taste of yourself still left on his tongue made you need him even more. “Just need you, okay?” 

“Need me where?” He grabbed your jaw, fingers sprawled out over your throat as he held your face back. He stared you down, malicious eyes full of greed as he waited for your answer. And he wouldn't give you anything until you did.

“Inside me.” You muttered through gritted teeth, almost delirious as you rubbed your thighs together with anticipation. He didn't look satisfied. You breathed in deeply, the aching need between your legs unbearable. “Need your cock, inside me, right now, Ben.” 

He lifted his eyebrows up in satisfaction and gave you a simple hum before he switched positions with you, without a word pressing your front against the shower wall. 

“I fuck you once and you're already acting like a pathetic whore? Okay. But you better fucking take my cock like the good fuck doll you've always been, hm?” He kicked your legs apart with his knee, his back pressing you further into the wall as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. You took a deep breath. “Yeah, you're gonna take this cock like a good lil’ fuck doll.” 

You gasped when he pushed himself inside with a snap of his hips, but it quickly turned into a moan when he pushed himself to the hilt, hips rutting against your ass. You dug your nails into nothing as you closed your eyes, taking in the delicious feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls.

“What a tight fucking cunt.” He grunted, gripping your hips, not wasting any time. He barely gave you time to adjust. “So fucking wet. Just for me, huh?” 

You were nodding against the wall instantly, pushing your ass back against him as he fucked you without mercy. You felt his lips on your shoulder as he leaned over you. The lewd sound of slapping skin was drowned out by the shower running but you could hear it clear as fucking day. 

“Yes! Mhmm feels so good.” You moaned softly, mindlessly reaching behind you to touch him, any part of him. Your fingers found his beard as you ran your hand over his face desperate to feel him, then you found his hair, and you latched on for dear life as he drilled into you. 

“Yeah? Like how my cock feels in your guts? You missed it, didn't you?” He pressed the side of his face into your head, allowing himself to close his eyes and soak the feeling of your nails on his scalp, he could even feel the faintest bit of electricity shooting through your fingers. He fucking loved it. 

“Yes! God yes.” You couldn't even describe how much. 

Ben smirked at this as he wrapped his arm over your chest and his fingers found your throat. He forced your head back, making you look at him. 

“Open your mouth,” He ordered, he held his finger to your pulse as he felt the fast rate of your heartbeat. You did as he said, and with a huff he spat in your mouth. “Slut. Swallow it.” 

How he could so easily break you down to nothing and treat you like no other man could, truly was beyond your understanding. But your mind didn't have to understand it. Your body just did it. You felt a pool of wetness seep through you at the damn near animalistic groan that rumbled in his throat. 

“You're such a good fucking girl.” He spat, pressing his lips against yours in a messy filthy kiss. You could barely keep your mouth open, not with the way he was so determined to make you fall apart for him. “You're my good fucking girl.” 

“I want to come. Please I—fuck.”  Your words were broken as your whole body burned up, and it wasn't from the hot water. 

“Of course, you do. It just feels so good, doesn't it?” He squeezed your throat harder, only choked out sounds could leave your mouth as he slipped his other hand to your swollen clit and rubbed harsh circles. 

Your orgasm hit you so hard you didn't realize it until you were shaking violently, your eyes rolled back into your head as you fucked yourself on his cock. Not that he ever stopped. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your wetness seeping on him. The wet sound of his cock slapping against your cunt made him want to come, too. 

“Fuck. Fucking Christ Violet. C'mon, make me come. Fuck yourself on my cock just like that. Be a good fuck doll for me, that's it.” His hand left your throat to pull at your hair. He dug his fingers deep into your scalp as his face fell on your shoulder. With a deep grunt he held you down on him. “Fucking take it, that's it, girl. Just like that. Fuck.” 

You could feel your mixed releases slip down your thigh. You sighed deeply, allowing yourself to close your eyes in ecstasy as he pressed his lips to your jaw. You hummed softly, reaching behind you to run your fingers through your hair. 

“I never want to leave this cunt. Feels so fucking good.” He muttered against your skin. 

You laughed softly, eyes still closed, you breathed heavily, “You're gonna have to eventually.” 

“Like fuck I am.” 

Both of his hands were on your hips and he turned you around. You whimpered softly at the emptiness he left you, but it was quickly replaced by choked out gasp when he grabbed both of your thighs and effortlessly hoisted you up around his waist. Your back was pressed against the tile wall and he slipped his cock inside you without a warning.

“Ben—” 

“You wanted my cock inside you? Well you better fucking take all of it. Every fucking inch ‘til I say so. You want it, don't you?” He spat, already fucking into you like you were nothing more than a toy. He held you up by your thighs as he kept them wide open so he could take as much as he wanted. And that he did. “Of course you do, this cunt is all mine to with as I fucking want. That ain't never gonna change.” 

What a long fucking night you were going to have. But you'd take a million of this over another day without him in your life. And this? This was all you ever wanted. You didn't need anything else, just him.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Four

"Lennon's late again" says Paul, as he walks in late. And sweet Ringo just gently, "between ten and eleven is the time" Which means: "Chill babe. He'll be here."

One thing that always gob smacks me is how bored George and Ringo are watching Paul pull Get Back out of the ether. They literally see him do this shit all the time which is insane to me.

His voice is so so so pretty!!! And he's just so completely in his own world. The hunched shoulders. The twitching. The gibberish. The tapping. The twisting.

Obviously this is a song with the original central feeling being let's go back to before everything went wrong but he wants to make it into a meaningless song with both story bits and almost walrus-esque bits. But why is the first lyric he comes up with about gender? Thinking of @scurators posts on Paul and gender.

Ringo's customary quiet really does add significance to his voice, so him singing along with this so quickly says something I think about his support for the song and for Paul in general.

When John walks in he's greeted with a little cocky nod and smile like "look what I've just done while you were late." And then Paul sings "get back to where you once belonged" directly at him before breaking the eye contact. It's one of those heartbreaking Lennon/McCartney miscommunications because Paul is doing this to get John back, but actually it's scaring him away, you know? Paul thinks he has to prove to John how good he is, but John's exhausted with how good Paul is.

STFU Michael Lindsay Hogg

Paul really does love the idea of being forced out of parliament by cops and honestly so do I. Would've been iconic and might've kept them together.

John's so quiet today and also Yoko is not here. Correlation or causation I wonder.

"They say don't they say charity begins at home?" I love you forever, George. His humor is always so well-placed and so dry (even though he's clearly cracking himself up here). And it steers the conversation away from a direction he was not happy with without poking any bears. In fact, everyone's laughing. Clever boy.

"I've decided that the whole point of it is communication. And to be on TV is communication and we've got a chance to smile at people like all you need is love or something so that's me incentive for doing it." Wise, egalitarian John making a lovely appearance.

And then there's Paul. "I'm here cause I wanna do a show." Lol I love them.

Why do they say "Mr Epstein?" Is it because they're on camera and they want people to know who they're talking about? Does it have something to do with the maharishi telling them certain ways to talk about Brian? Does anyone have any thoughts about that?

Okay so you know how I just said last time how emotionally mature George was? I still think it's generally more true of him than the others, but this right here? This is not it. "I don't want to do any of my songs in the show because they'll all just turn out shitty." Man has issues.

I think it's important to recognize that George and Paul have both said the literal word "divorce" and it's NBD. But when John does it, Paul takes it as "the groups really over and I have to go into hiding and not get out of bed and maybe od who knows." Why? There's another puzzle piece here that we're missing.

"Should we leave you for a while?" "YES!"

On the one hand I'm like "working on Maxwell is the last thing you guys should be doing with this time alone." But on the other thing maybe it's the only thing they can do at this point.

"Mal? You should get a hammer. And an anvil." As he's walking away. Main character in a contrived mad genius biopic. Except it's real.

"Joan" sounding suspiciously like "John" ... And then he goes "fool, Maxwell fool." Aka one of their ~special words~ New theory. John hates Maxwell because he dies in it. And Paul's the killer.

"Take it away Johnny." Even though it was George and John whistling before wasn't it? Did George get cut from the whistle chorus? Another straw on the camel's back.

I LOVE that John just does not know any of his own songs. Across the Universe my beloved!

On the glyn/Paul moment featured below, I have three thoughts. 1. Whore. 2. John Lennon villain origin story. 3. The fact that glyn didn't just tell John is striking.

"I wish it fucking would". "Cause I'm down." This lyric going from a self-soothing reassurance that his people aren't going to leave him that he'll always have this beautiful dream he's created with them. To this? I hate it here.

So there is a big emotional and energy difference between their Beatlemania selves singing "Rock and Roll Music" and their current selves. And part of it is due to the fact that they're just not as happy as they were then. But I think most of it is really just that they thrive when they're performing for an audience.

[luck-and-larceny]

FFXIV Write: Morsel

Marrant’s first and second love is himself. His third love is also himself. But somewhere a little way after that is music. 

Those are qualities we share, I suppose.

Where we disagree is on the topic of image. Marrant cannot rest until he proves to the world that he's every bit as important, intelligent and talented as he fully believes himself to be. He is certain he's a divine gift sent from the Twelve themselves to be idolized and admired by an adoring public. The problem comes when he encounters people who do not realize this. These ungrateful fools cause him to lose sleep, for if there is even one person who might doubt his capability he tosses and turns in bed, fully consumed by a gnawing need to prove them wrong. 

I cannot even begin to comprehend that. To me, it's more fun to be regarded differently by different people. I thrive as much off people hating me as I do them adoring me. 

So when Marrant tells me that he needs me to steal Audr Shade’s latest musical composition because it will win this year's competition I'm not surprised. He could never handle people thinking someone else's work was better than his own (though it often was). 

I am surprised when Marrant tells me that he needs me to also rob his place of the composition he was going to submit to the competition because, “It's not good enough and I won't embarrass myself by letting them hear it. But I also won't embarrass myself by not submitting it.”

“But you will embarrass yourself by asking your ex-girlfriend– who we've already established hates you and you hate in return– to steal it from you? Why not just say it was stolen?”

He rolls his eyes to make it clear to me that he's already considered that and he's disappointed that I can't keep up with his superior intellect.

“Unless it looks like it was actually stolen they'll see through it. They'll gossip amongst themselves that I made the whole robbery up because I was too ashamed to admit my incompetence. Despicable little cretins.”

“Oh, absolutely,” I agree, “It's so hard to find good, honest people to take you at your word these days while you're hiring thieves to wreck your home so you can save face in a stupid little music contest.”

His eyes light up with rage. Uh oh. That means a boring lecture will soon rain down upon me. 

“It's NOT a ‘stupid little music’ contest. The fact that I need to tell you that says so much about you and your lack of culture. All these years later and you still don't care about the things that matter, do you?”

“Nah,” I agree, “You need this done tonight, right? I'll need addresses…”

“The Gridanian Songwriting Competition is the most innovative and creative music celebration in all of Eorzea–”

“Wouldn't know it from the name,” I interrupt, “They use up all the innovation and creativity budget before getting to that?”

He ignores me. That's probably the right call. “Every important name in music and aspiring artist attends the competition. The winner becomes the most respected name in music for the entire year. As a professional musician there is no greater honor than to be acknowledged by the committee. If you spent half as much time on your music as you do skulking about, breaking windows and shoplifting–”

“Then I wouldn't be able to save you from utter humiliation at this contest by robbing you. So really, thank the Twelve I'm such an uncultured child, right?” 

He sniffs and says nothing because he knows I'm right. I'll savor this tiny victory crumb.

“Audr Shade is a genius. A musical genius.” It is a great struggle for Marrant to form these words and if I didn't despise him so much I might even pity him. Instead, I relish this. This is delicious.

“But he's also a heathen,” he says. “He is rude, uncouth, undignified and undeserving of the award.”

“Sounds like my kind of guy,” I reply.

“You'd like him,” he admits with a shrug. “But I still need you to steal that music if you want information on the Tempest Tapestry.”

“I steal from a lot of people I like,” I casually shrug back. 

“You're a terrible person,” he says and I don't disagree. Instead, I take down the address and make my plans to rob the musical genius and this insufferable bore tonight.

I might be a bad person, but at least I won't be a bored one.

[miyuhpapayuh]

He Got Game 2

Hunter - sweet to everybody, but lover boy

Odell slides in front of Jay at the concession stand and grabs a licorice whip from a jar, chewing off a small piece.

"Hey, beautiful."

"What do you want, boy?" Hunter blinks, watching his smirk grow.

"I don't want nothin'. I'm just conversatin'."

Jay pushes him out the way with a huff.

"I don't give a damn bout whatever conversation y'all tryna have, I just want my damn candy, Odell. Can I get that?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"Get ya candy, negro." Hunter says with a laugh, tossing it to Jay. He hands her a twenty, which goes into her bra, salutes and walks towards the stands.

"Why you ain't playin', tonight?" She asks, staring at the glove that covers his left hand.

"I got hurt in practice— why you care?"

"I don't. I'm just conversatin'." She mocks him. "It was a simple question."

"Aight, I got one."

"What?" She asks, already knowing what it could possibly pertain to.

"You give my boy play, but not me?" Odell asks, sending her rolling her eyes, again.

"First of all, none of y'all are getting a damn thing from me, besides some fucking jelly beans. Second, I've known Jay for a long time. You jealous?"

"Yes!" He yells.

She cracks up, covering her mouth at the look on his face.

"You think it's easy seeing you smile at these other thick-neck negroes? You be grillin' the fuck outta me and for what?"

"Cause you're so annoying, D. You do too much, tryna get a girl’s attention. You mad cause I won't play along?"

"Wow, that's cold, shorty. I thought we were better than that."

"I am, but you aren't. And, what I tell you ‘bout that shorty shit?!”

"You ain't my shorty." His smirk is still evident, sitting on her nerves.

"You do listen! Who woulda thought." She snickers.

"Don't play with me, girl. I listen to everything you say."

"Then, why won't you go away like I be askin' you to?"

"Cause, that defeats my mission on tryna get you to be nice to me." He points to himself, making her laugh.

"I am nice to you!"

"No you're not! You always give me that damn attitude."

"Cause you be tryin' the fuck outta me! Our versions of nice are polar opposites, obviously."

"How?"

“Cause your version is being persistent, knowing you're not getting far and continuing anyway. Like, you need to relax. If I don't like you, you're not gonna die.”

“We can at least be friends,” he frowns.

“Boy, please. You don't know what that is.”

“Why I don't?”

“Every friend you done had, ended up getting bent over.” She snorts.

"These girls ain't as innocent as you think, beloved." He says.

"Fuckin' with your nasty ass, I don't doubt it."

"You like pissin' me off, huh?"

"Nope. You're just upset because I won't let you fuck me, baby boy. I'd be mad, too." She bats her lashes, before looking around for a piece of gum.

He kisses his teeth, now standing up straight. "You'll come around, one day. They always do."

"I think I'll pass. If I'm gonna sit on it, I better own it."

"Shit, you can. It could be all yours."

She presses her lips together.

"You don't even know how to commit, Beckham. What do I look like, booboo the fool?"

"Who's tryna do all that at our age, though? I'm just sayin' that you could have this dick, exclusively to yourself. I'd do that for you."

"Aw, how thoughtful. I get the community pogo stick." She replies, flatly. He sucks his teeth.

"You gon stop being mean, one day. I hope I'm alive to see it."

"At the rate you're goin'... I don't think you'll make it." She shoos him away, but he doesn't leave.

"Seriously, Odell. I don't want you."

"Why not?"

"Cause everybody's had you! You're literally community pussy property, out here. Do you even wrap it up?"

"Of course I do, Hunt. I ain't out here raw doggin'. Have I come close? Yes. But, I'm clean, babygirl."

She looks him up and down.

"If you say so."

"You don't believe me?"

"Nope."

His brows furrow deeply, like she just disrespected him in the rudest way possible.

"Wow..." is the only thing he can say.

"What are you trying to prove it to me, for?"

"Forget it, man. You just tried the fuck outta me."

"Maybe, somebody needed to." She shrugs, finally finding a stick of gum.

"Aight, we'll see."

"What does that mean?" He starts backing up, heading back to the bleachers.

"It means, we'll see." She rolls her eyes.

————–————–————–————–————–————–

"Not that I care, but have y'all seen Odell?" Hunter asks, chewin' on her lip.

Her friends whip their heads in her direction, making her wish she never said anything to begin with.

"You? Lookin' for ol' play boy? What did we miss, Hunt?" Tara asks.

"Nothing! I worked the concession stand at the last game and we got into, like always, but I think I might've hurt his feelings."

"What did your mean ass say?" Sky asks.

"Well... he keeps tryna holla at me and I keep turning him down, cause I don't want what everyone else has had. If imma fuck with you, I need it to be different, ya know? He called me mean, I said he's from hell, he kept tryna convince me that he's clean and I said I don't believe him— he got really mad and said we'll see. What does that mean?"

"I guess you're about to find out." Hunter raises an eyebrow, hearing the classroom door open. She stays facing forward, listening to the jingle of his car keys get closer. As he passes her desk, he swiftly places a piece of paper on top of it.

The scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils, throwing her off for a split second— her friends take notice and side eye each other, before turning around in their seats.

She rolls her eyes and stares down at the paper, realizing what it is. Her eyes skim over it, finding negative next to each type of STD.

"Wow.... he really did this." She says to herself, glancing in his direction to see that same irritated look on his face.

She sighs and stuffs the paper into her bag.

After class, she grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder, heading for the door alongside her friends. She spots the back of Odell's head and turns to them, who have knowing smirks on their faces.

"Go ahead, fast ass." Sky waves her off. Hunter doesn't even respond, instead she cuts through a couple of people and grabs his shoulder.

He stops walking and looks down at her, sucking his teeth. "You wanna talk now, huh?"

Her face scrunches up. "What was that about? Why do care what I think?"

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"I could if you told me." He tears his eyes away from her and sighs. She grabs his collar in her tiny hand.

"You better look at me and tell me what's goin' on, right now." She demands. He smirks and pries her hand off his shirt, holding it in his hand.

"I like you, Hunter." He admits.

She snatches her hand away and starts walking away.

"You wanted me to tell you!" He shrugs. She turns back in his direction with her finger pointed at him.

"You're so full of shit, you know that?"

"You think I'd go through the trouble of lettin' muthafuckas take blood and piss from me, swab my mouth and look at my dick, if I wasn't being serious? You wasn't believin' me and I ain't like that shit. I'm being straight up with you."

She rolls her eyes and drops her hand back to her side.

"Mmkay, fine. You proved that you're clean. You think that's gonna make me fuck you, now?"

"Is that the only level I have? Damn. I honestly wouldn't have done all of that, just to get you to fuck. I woulda been moved on."

"I should feel special, huh?"

"Nah, just know I'm not lyin'." He shrugs, again.

"Stop shruggin' your shoulders."

"What you gon' do?"

"Why do you like me? What is it about mean ass Hunter that gets you goin'?"

"You're a hard ass, but I know you fuck wit the kid. I like a challenge and you are the definition of that, I swear. You pretty as fuck, smart as fuck— I wouldn't have passed that midterm without you helpin' me, even though you claimed you ain't want to." Be leans in closer.

"Well, I ain't want you to fail—" she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Mhm, cause you care about me, even if it is just a lil bit."

"I wouldn't say alla that, but okay." She shrugs.

"Stop shruggin' ya shoulders." He mocks.

"What you gon' do?"

"I got a couple things in mind, babygirl. Don't test me." She laughs and rolls her eyes.

"Kiss my ass."

"I'd love to." She sighs and pushes him away, sending him stumbling into the wall behind them.

"You're annoying."

"So are you. With your heavy handed ass."

"There's more where that came from." She backs away, fixing her strap on her shoulder.

"I hope so." He winks, before she fully turns around and walks away, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

She'll come around... they always do.

@honestpreference @ghostfacekill-monger @sheabuttahwrites @thegifstories @blackerthings @harmshake @soufcakmistress @starcrossedxwriter

[w-h06]

Relating Linked Universe with AJR new album, 'The Maybe Man' and how I see why each Link will somewhat relate to these songs.

This an idea/opinion about the album 'The Maybe Man' by AJR. I know the album came out a few weeks or so ago but I've been REALLY listening to this album and I cannot just relate it to Linked Universe...sorry not sorry. I need to share this! (I know AJR has nothing to do with Linked Universe but oh well.)

The songs will be in order of how the album is set out and I will be placing down whatever Link will somewhat relate to these songs and do my best to explain why I think they will relate to it. You get me? Okay good. This took forever. So please, get yourself comfortable and grab water and something to eat.

1. Maybe Man:

-My first immediate thought is Wild. The way the lyrics are said in this song about trying to figure out who you really are by not knowing who you are at first. With Wild's story in BOTW after the 'big bang' of Wilds 'death' and now his current situation of dealing with the loss of his many memories of who he was and of what he knows, I think this song suits him. To prove my point, the lyric, "I never know who the hell I am" and this whole verse, "I wish I was me, whoever that is. I could just be and not give a shit. Hey, I'll be whatever makes you a fan. 'Cause I don't know who the hell I am." Just think, Wild didn't know who he was at all when we first started playing BOTW and throughout the game I reckon he slowly gathers information of who he was 100 years ago throughout his memories. If I'm correct, JoJo puts Wild in a situation of him still not knowing who he is or was, that's why he still gets memories from time to time. I'm not sure if I'm supporting my opinion or not by saying all this but I hope you understand what I'm trying to say that I see 'Maybe Man' as Wilds song throughout his trauma and how some of those lyrics in this song tie to what he might be feeling.

2. Touchy Feely Fool

I'm stuck between Legend, Hyrule and possibly Sky.

I'm saying Legend because I mean have you HEARD the lyrics??? "I would give anything to not give a shit about you!" Him saying this to his worst enemy??? Or even his own new brothers? He does his best to hide his soft spot for his new brothers but I'm pretty sure he's easy to read that he obviously cares about them! (Especially with the recent chapters of Twilight slowly healing, you can SEE the concern Legend has for Twilight...) ESPECIALLY THIS VERSE, "I'm better off a stick. I'm better off a stone. I'm better off a Jerk. I'm better off alone. I'm better not feeling stress or feeling bliss. I won't feel much. At least I won't be feeling this." Legend can keep trying to stay stubborn and acting like a 'Lone Wolf' (Sorry Twilight.) But..the chain is slowly bleeding into his cold and dark heart of his.

Yes, I've also said Hyrule and this is why; As we all know, Hyrule is known for putting his heart on his sleeves. Being probably told that "you care too much about others." I'm saying this because I like to think sometimes Hyrule will try not to care as much about the others but he's failing that and maybe idolizes Legend for being so 'careless' all the time. The verses, "Get the guts to tell you off. But I know I'll never get there. You can scream 'You wish me dead'. But I'll crawl back to you tomorrow. Why the hell can't I get mad?" I can see Hyrule forgiving people too easily, and not getting mad at them. Which is why I also thought of Hyrule while listening to this song. The same lyric for Legend, "I would give anything to not give a shit about you." I also see this for Hyrule as well. Like I said, he might try to not care about others and start caring for himself but he probably fails that and he keeps caring.

As for Sky, I'm not 100% sure if this song suits him but the more I listen to it and picture Sky...I think it suits him because of how he was the first (?) to kill Demise which led to the other versions of himself. He most likely wishes he doesn't care about Demise but, he also can't help but blame himself for it. I think the chorus is what made me think this song sort of suits Sky, which is; "I'm sorry if I can't see how- I'm screwed. But hey, what can you do? I'm a touchy feely fool. I would give anything to not give a shit about you. Life is pretty cruel. For a touchy feely fool. I would give anything to not give a shit, but I do." That's all I can think of saying for Sky.

3. Yes I'm a Mess

This song suits Warriors. I'm choosing him for this song because of all the wars he's been in and the aftermath of a war or more can...eat you up with the guilt, depression and such but you have to deal with it and just..'forget about it'. I like to think that Warriors hides what the wars had done to him and instead of expressing it, he covers it up with his pride and stern personality. "And I took a job for just July, but feels like I might be here for life." I'm taking this verse and tying it with the wars. See the "job" as the wars. Warriors might of thought he was just doing what he had to do and maybe even thought that he'll just be in one war..but turns out he was in for plenty and that opened up to a massive war..."but feels like I might be here for life." He probably felt stuck in the wars, as a endless cycles of seeing everyone he worked with died in front of him. I like to also pick out the lyric, " Could I start again, somehow?" As apart of Warriors, wishing he could just forget it all and live a happy normal-ish life. And of course the chorus of this song, "Yes I'm a mess with an S on my chest." As I've said, I like to think Wars is actually a mess dealing with heavy stuff behind his stern and prideful personality that we all see throughout the comic/s. He has an "S" on his chest, he's a superhero! Even him being a total mess. He just deals with it and faces the consequences throughout his life.

4. The Dumb Song

Wild and Hyrule.

Yes I've chosen Wild for this song and it's BECAUSE, I have seen tiktoks, posts on Instagram and Tumblr of fans of Linked Universe calling Wild dumb and even with fan stories of Linked Universe and maybe even the actual comic of Linked Universe by JoJo, that the other Links might see Wild as...'not all there' or 'not as smart as you think he is, even with his amazing archery and cooking skills." You get me? Sure, personally I've done some dumb things while playing as Link(Wild) in BOTW and TOTK (haven't finished it yet though) but hey! Maybe that's why I've chosen Wild for this song because I'm sure many of us who has played BOTW and TOTK have done pretty stupid things in those games as Link(Wild). I feel like that's where I've seen people calling Wild as the 'dumb Link' out of them all just because of what they've done in those games. Is this making sense? God I hope so- anyways to prove my point, here's a verse that might help- "I'll text you, that's enough. That's how empty headed people get through shitty stuff." EMPTY HEADED. EMPTY HEADED. THE BOY HAS LITTLE TO NO MEMORIES AT ALL AND USES IT TO GET THROUGH LIFE. (That's how I see him anyways-)

Okay for Rulie- the main chorus just reminds me of him, for example it goes like this: "When we go down. When Kingdom come. Don't look at me, don't look at me. I'm just too dumb. I'd love to stay. But like you said, don't look at me, cause I got nothing in my head." I don't know how to say this but isn't Rulie more of a healer than a fighter? I mean sure he's got some fighting skills but he's not the best fighter, is he? I feel dumb(hehe) for asking this but I don't know much of him, sorry. But anyways, as I was saying. I chose the chorus for Hyrule because I like to think he's more of healer than a fighter. Little fighting skills but more medic skills than anyone else. Also this whole verse..." You make my lunch today. I would do it, but I couldn't work my microwave." HE HAS ZERO COOKING SKILLS. WHY CAN I SEE HIM SAYING THIS TO WILD AND WILD IS CONFUSED OF HOW RULE BURNT WATER??!!

5. Interia

-Wind and Time.

Time - I'm going to break this song down as why I think it suits Time. The very first sentences of this song, "Ive worn the same skinny jeans, since I was fifteen." It made me think of how Time started off as child throughout his journey but had to grow up a few years older very quickly. He has worn the same green outift (the skinny jeans referred in the song) since he was a child till he was much older. "I guess this is just want I am. I'm an object in motion, I've lost all emotion. My two legs are broken, but look at me dance." This first part of the chorus, reminds me of how Time probably has accepted that he's a Link and he's an 'object of Hylia'. Due to Hylia making Time to fulfill his hero spirit as a child, who had to go through so much trauma and was forced to grow up quicker than most. (?) He's probably lost most of his emotion and his will to continue fighting for his Hyrule (the land) but he kept going. "An object to motion. Don't ask where I'm going. Cause where I am going is right where I am." OHHH MY GODD THIS PART REMINDS ME OF HIM AND MALON. HE'S HAPPY WITH MALON, HES HAPPY WITH HIS FARMMMM AND HES HAPPY WITH HIS BOYSSSSS. And to add on.."I wanna be big like my plans, so why am I so tiny? And why am I so mad? It Inertia. Guess this is just what I am. In stuck in this life and I'm stuck in these pants."....I think you know why I chose this part for Time.

Wind - "Don't you like it bigger, better but do what you can? Don't you like a little better when you don't understand?" He's a kid!!! He only became a hero to save his sister but it turns out he had to do more than just saving his sister and had to save all of his Hyrule! (If its called that in his world). He did his best to become a hero, without being the one to hold the Triforce.

6. Turning Out Pt.iii

Legend with Marin and Twilight with Midna.

I'm putting both Legend and Twilight in this paragraph because this goes for both of them since they miss their missing girlfriends. This might make you sad but...all I can picture is Legend singing this song about Marin and Twilight singing this about Midna. As I don't know much about Legends games and his lore but I have picked up that he was on a dream island and he fell in love with a girl who's known as Marin? But she wasn't real and that hurt Legend? Same goes for Twilight. All I know about him and Midna, is that Midna had to go through the portal but she destroyed it and can never go back to visit Twilight? I'm going to type this whole part of the song and let you picture Legend singing this song for Marin and Twilight for Midna. Hopefully you understand why I think like this for this song. Ready with tissues? You might need them.

"Got it out of my system, didn't I? Did my two years of tinder, didn't I? Well, I wanted to be wanted. Suddenly I'm wanting more. ... So we got a bit tangled, didn't we? It's the best thing that's happened to me. Got exactly what I wanted. What if I don't want this. Am I missing something? Cause half the time I can't love right. And I can't have sex and we both get quiet. Boy, I must be one fucked up guy. Oh my god, what a crazy night. It'll be fine, quick, let's get married. Man, I wish we were eighty-five. The rest of our life wouldn't sound so scary. Oh I'm spiralling now, let's get kids and a house. Though I'm riddled with doubt. Is this how we turn out?" ... "Cause half the time I can't love right. And I'm half yours, and you're all mine. Boy, must be one fucked up guy."

...do you guys want a hug? Sorry if I made you cry :(

7. Hole in the Bottom of my Brain

I've picked Warriors because I feel like he's the type of guy who has to know if someone likes him or not. He just HAS to know if he's liked by many people. You know those type of people who's obsessed of being liked by everyone or most people? Yeah...I feel like Wars can or is that type of guy. If you haven't listened to the song, here's what I mean I can see Wars relating to this song. "There's a hole in the bottom of my brain. But when I party, the hole goes away. But the party I throw needs a picture to post. So the world knows the party was great. There's a hole in the bottom of my brian. But when you like me, the hole goes away." Yeah I also see him as a drinker and loves parties as a way to cope with the war flashbacks and such.

8. The DJ is Crying For Help

I'm putting both Wild and Time in this one paragraph to explain this. Cause, I think they both would relate to the verses, "You've wasted your life but thanks for applying." Wild wasted his life to become a normal knight, then he had to waste his life becoming Flora's personal knight. Time wasted his hole childhood to save the people he loved. "I'm all grown up but you couldn't tell. Now I don't know what to do with myself." Both of these Links had to grow faster. Wild is mentally 1-2 years old after the calamity caused his death, but he was forced to become the hero of Hyrule right away. He didn't know anything. He didn't know what he had to do for himself to survive. While Time as we know, wasn't a child for long and was soon as an young adult or teenager. "You got older because your good at life. I'm all 17 at 35." This part is directly towards Wild. Technically he's just 18-19 but in reality he's 118-119 and mentally he's 1-2 years old...-

9. I Won't

Legend. This sings Legend. The way how stubborn he can be or self absorbed and doesn't give two shits about others. This song IS him. (also probably a 'fuck you' to Hylia for making him and his brothers go through so much trauma.) "Put your hands up, cause I won't. Raise a glass up, cause I won't. Get your ass up, cause I won't. I must've missed the up. But maybe that's the way I feel. Put your hands up, cause I won't. I'm not here because you say so..." DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SEEING? ITS HIS SONG. LEGENDS SONG. RIGHT?? I'M NOT CRAZY, RIGHT???

10. Steve's Going to London

Okay this song was HARD to think of a Link to relate or match this song because of how random and how there like four people in this song who are explained to do random stuff....I've chosen Four. Just Four. The colours:

"Steve's going to London." -Green.

"Shawn's stuck in a suit." - Vio.

"Tom sleeps on his best friends lawn...Like every other afternoon." - Blue.

"Steve's going to London." - Green.

"Dan peed in the pool." - Red.

"Tom fell for his best friends mum." - Blue or Shadow ...? (Is he apart of Four? Tell me please 😭).

"But what the hell you gonna do?"

That's all I can say about this song. Sorry- I know very very little of Four and this song is very random 😭

11. God is Really Real

Wind with the King of Hyrule and his grandma. I won't go into too much detail as this song is based on a real event(if I'm correct) and it's actually quite sad to listen to. Otherwise, I chose this song for Wind because the song talks about how someone you really love has suddenly gotten sick. If I remember Wind Waker correctly; his grandma was sick for a bit and Link(wind) had to cure his grandma? Also I can picture this song as how much Wind loved the King of Hyrule as his father figure but Wind had to leave him behind because the king died a long time ago and his soul was stuck in a red lion boat....??? I haven't finished Wind Waker but apparently that happened, so what I've heard.

12. 2085

Wild, Time, Twilight, Legend, Wind and I like to think of the others too.

Starting off with Wild. This song is connected with 'Maybe Man' so I'm choosing Wild for this song also. "If somebody told me I'd at forty. I wouldn't spent my time in bed." This is pretty self explanatory I reckon- Just change "forty" to 17-18 (when he'd died.) The bed part is known as the Shrine of Resurrection.

Secondly for Twilight, the sentence, "How long have I been outta town?" Wasn't Twilight out of his village because he turned into Wolfie, and had to help Midna?? I'm pretty sure he's well known in his village.

"Sometimes I wonder if had kissed her. How different life would be right now." Legend with Marin. Twilight with Midna and Wild with Mipha. That's all I have to say about this part.

"I smile when I cry to hide what I felt. I'm doing fine, speak for yourself. I shoulda just asked for help." I can hear Legend, Wild and Time saying this part. That feeling when you feel alone even when your having a good time you still feel that. Then you start feeling like a burden amongst others. You must play a role and not show what you truly feel but then you regret not asking for help.

"It's 2085 and we're old as shit. Whatever. I'd hate to have to die before I get my head- together, whatever." Definitely picturing all of the older Links for this part. That's all I can say.

"And go tell your grandson to go tell his grandson. You don't have to try so hard, ya know. Cause I spent my whole life Tryna be so liked. That only made them hate me more." Time with Twilight and Time with Wind. Or maybe just Time telling all of the Links this.

"You gotta get better, you're all that I've got. Don't take forever, you're not here for long. You gotta get better, you're all that I've got." I'm sorry but...this might make you sad but......this part reminds me of the chapters where Wild was freaking out while Twilight was in recovery and was close to dying (?).. I'm sorry but I swear I can hear Wild saying this to either himself or to Twilight to make himself feel better.

"I wish I was me, whoever that is. I could just be and not give a shit. Hey, I'll be whatever makes you a fan. Cause I don't know who the hell I am. I think it's too late to figure this out. If I could be me, I would've been it by now. Maybe I'm a stone or big as my house. It looks like our time is running out. So if this is me, then I'll do my best. I'll take all the shit, so you'll never have to. You can be you, and I'll be the rest. Yeah, maybe that's who the hell I am." Wild coded and someone else I'm pretty sure(can't think. Too tired) but definitely Wild coded. Wild would 100% relate to this song.

"You gotta get better, you're all that I've got. Don't take forever, you're not here for long ....I gotta get better, I'm all that I've got." ALL LINKS WOULD RELATE TO THIS. DON'T TELL ME OTHERWISE. RAHHHHHHH

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I've finally finished this! Took me 2 nights. No, I don't sleep. So this took me 2 nights. I'm busy during the days. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed this! I swear I did my best to prove my point but I got tired near the end...sorry. These are just my opinions of how I see each Link. Yes I know I didn't do much of Four and Sky and I'M SORRY. But I know so very little of them. They never really grabbed my attention. In the newer chapters yes Four and Sky has but I still have little knowledge about their lore. Same with the others but Wild(finished BOTW and the first Zelda game I've played. That's why I know more of Wild than the others. Sorry for being Bias :,))Warriors(finished Hyrule Warriors but didnt take my FULL internet like BOTW did ) and some of Winds(I've started playing but I haven't finished Wind Waker).

Let me know what you guys think! I'm sorry for wasting your time too😭. I know this is really random but it's been a thought which turned into....this. :)

[seas-of-silver]

My Lila Rossi Analysis

So when I did this poll, you guys said that the thing you wanted most to see was random thoughts/headcanons I have about characters, and it took me some time to dig it out, but I found my lil dive into Lila Rossi, so I figured this'd be a good place to start.

It's gonna be a long one, so imma put it under the cut, but send me an ask if you wanna know any thoughts I have on other characters!

So about a year and a half ago, I was talking with @p-artsypants (via my personal account) about Lila Rossi, and we noticed how instead of reassessing herself and her moral compass when confronted with obstacles or conflict, she just escalates:

Chameleon episode: "You want me to stop lying? Hah! I'm going to threaten you instead!"

Oni-Chan episode: "You think I can be a better person? Jokes on you, because I'm teaming up with Adrien's dad to spy on him. But the fun doesn't stop there because I'm also teaming up with our favourite local terrorists, Hawk Moth and Mayura!"

Ladybug episode: "You think I'm going to back off because you've stopped coming after me? Fool! I'm going to orchestrate your downfall!"

Lila goes big and doesn't go home, which is partly why she's so dangerous. We wondered why she didn't escalate further after the Ladybug episode, especially after that moment with Adrien, and so this is my theory as to why:

Okay, so in Ladybug, we have the (what I like to call the “assertive Adrien Agreste moment”) confrontation between Lila and Adrien:

Adrien: (sits next to Lila) I warned you once already, Lila, but you didn't listen. You hurt my friend Marinette, and that's not okay. Lila: Me? Hurting Marinette? But she's the one who- Adrien: I don't know how to prove you lied, Lila, because you're good at it. So you'll just have to come up with another lie, just as convincing. Only this time it's gonna prove Marinette's innocent. Lila: Why would I do that, Adrien? Adrien: Because we're friends, aren't we? (Lila looks over at Nathalie, who gives her an approving nod from the Agreste car)

The underlying context here is “get Marinette reinstated in school and absolve her of wrongdoing or I will expose you for the liar and manipulator you are”. They both are aware that this is a confrontation/negotiation, this is evident in their tonality and cadence, especially once Lila drops her act.

Lila has been waiting for something like this for a while, as he hasn’t been dancing along to her tune like the rest of the class - especially when it came to Marinette. So she tests him, keeping up the act until he directly addresses the issue, trying to figure him out.

She learns a few things from this interaction:

1. Adrien, on some level, loves Marinette.  How, I hear you ask? First off, because of this interaction from Oni-Chan:

Adrien: (angrily) Nathalie and my bodyguard got reprimanded last time because of you. Lila: I’m sorry, Adrien. Please, I didn’t mean to. Adrien: Lila, you can always count on me. But not if you hurt the people I love. (walks away)

Here, he is evidently angry about the damage she potentially caused to the careers and livelihoods of two people he dearly cares about (people he loves and trusts, his relationship with them spanning years), but still states that as long as she doesn’t hurt the people he loves, he can be a friend for her - and he’s genuine about that, even through his anger. “You hurt the people I love, but as long as you don’t do that again we’ll be okay.” This was his first warning to her.

Skip to Ladybug:

Adrien: (sits next to Lila) I warned you once already, Lila, but you didn't listen. You hurt my friend Marinette, and that's not okay.

With the context of his altercation with her in Oni-Chan in mind, it’s evident how different the sentiment is here. “You hurt someone I love and that’s not okay.” Marinette (someone he’s known only for months/a fraction of the time he’s known Gorilla and Nathalie) was hurt by Lila and he’s ready to draw blood. He loves her - probably more than he does Gorilla and Nathalie (people he considers to be family to him). She is his weakness.

2. She found loopholes in his wording. What loopholes, I hear you cry. This loophole, I reply:

Adrien: ...So you'll just have to come up with another lie, just as convincing. Only this time it's gonna prove Marinette's innocent. Lila: Why would I do that, Adrien? Adrien: Because we're friends, aren't we?

If he explicitly stated that he’d expose her lies and manipulation, she would have, in all likelihood, stepped up to the next level (maybe two if she was feeling it) in retaliation. But he didn’t, he went implicit, interestingly using the very desire that drove him to enrol in school in the first place as his thin veil over his threat. Here, he is not genuine in his mention of friendship - here, it’s: “You fix this mess and I’ll keep up the pretence”.

So here’s the two loopholes:

A) Fulfil this request (demand) and she wins the facade of friendship with Adrien Agreste to exploit. B) The request (demand) only includes the proving of Marinette’s innocence, nothing further.

He’s implying that he wants her to stop targeting Marinette completely, but since he hasn’t stated it explicitly, she won’t see the need to hold herself to that as it’s not part of the deal, so she doesn’t need to up the stakes. She’s still free to target Marinette.

3. She can hurt both Marinette and Adrien with one cleverly destructive plan. She knows they care (love) each other deeply, and that they hurt when the other is hurt, so she can exploit this knowledge to her advantage in a “kill two birds with one stone” style approach.

This is then made all the sweeter to Lila when she later discovers Marinette is seemingly oblivious to Adrien’s involvement in getting her reinstated, highlighting to Lila that they are both trying to protect each other but aren’t communicating that with one another.

Marinette: People should know better. Things aren't always what they seem to be at first sight. So look, I don't know why you felt the urge to start all this, or why all of a sudden you lied to fix this mess, but I'm glad to see you're capable of coming back to your senses. Sometimes. Lila: As you said, things aren't always what they seem to be at first sight. (walks off)

While unconfirmed, Lila probably suspects Adrien doesn’t know about the bathroom threat from Chameleon.

So all Lila needs to do is adjust her plans to include the new target of Adrien Agreste to her pre-existing targets of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Ladybug. Things are already interesting at this level, and she doesn’t feel forced to “level up” if you will, so she’s content with staying at the threat level she’s currently at.

Here, she can have fun.

Here, her plans (while altered somewhat) haven’t really changed course - she’s managed to get Marinette expelled (showcasing both the unethical responses/conduct from the school staff - I just completed a unit on this very topic last semester - and that Adrien was the only one who consistently spoke up in Marinette’s defence), sow the seeds of doubt about Marinette in the minds of her friends/classmates/cohort (undermining Marinette’s trustworthiness in the eyes of her peers), and she still managed to present herself as the victim - even with the reinstating of Marinette - earning compassion from the very peers that are questioning Marinette’s character. She is in a great position, and she’s not going to sacrifice that, not when she’s got her foot in the door to truly fulfilling her threat towards Marinette.

Oh! Also, for the whole thing about “stepping up to the next level of evil instead of re-evaluating her moral compass” thing? We have an explicit canonical moment about that very aspect about the monster that is Lila Rossi - again from Oni-Chan:

Oni-Chan: Do you get it now? I'll hunt you down wherever you go. Just give up on Adrien, and I'll stop tracking your every move. Lila: Alright. I'll give up... on Adrien. (horn grows) Oni-Chan: You're an awesome actress, but you're lying. Your horn betrays you, see? It will only disappear once you've sincerely given up on Adrien. Lila: But how could I possibly give Adrien up? I love him so much! It's too hard for me, honestly! You can't ask me to do that. The only thing that would persuade me to give him up if you got rid of Ladybug for me. (smiles sinisterly. Oni-Chan smiles, very impressed.) Hawk Moth: (from his lair; intrigued) This Lila girl is... astounding! Oni-Chan: If that's the only thing that will make you give him up, I'll do it. (attacks Ladybug)

In the comments section of Details, Details by Lady_of_War_and_Heartache (ongoing), the author and I have this massive back-and-forth about a whole host of topics in relation to ML, and we discussed Lila at one point, and I made a list of all of Lila’s crimes/acts in relation to crimes from S1-S3:

Lila does not deserve a redemption arc. She is a horrible human being and thrives off it, full well knowing EXACTLY what she is doing. She has committed so many crimes already that she is predisposed basically to much more and becoming a most dangerous threat. Truancy, lying and manipulation, defamation (to Marinette, Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Chat Noir, Ladybug, Prince Ali, to name a few), sexual harrassment (to Adrien), bullying and physical and psychological harassment and threatening (to Marinette), theft, framing others for theft and physical harrassment (to Marinette), falsely claiming to suffer from mental and physical disabilities for personal gain, falsifying claims/connections in relation to a royal family (to Prince Ali and Achu), willing and active involvement and association with known terrorists (Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth and Mayura). And these are all the things we are aware of canonically from S1-S3. Lila is a pathological liar and utilises this for personal gain without remorse. Lila is in position to potentially become the future Hawk Moth alluded to in Timetagger.

And, because I forgot about the aforementioned moment in Oni-Chan, we can add conspiring to attempt murder/grievous bodily harm to the list.

Lila Rossi is a psychopath.

Now, what does this mean for Lila's future in the show?

We've seen with every confrontation the characters have with Lila that she is smart, she adapts, and she evolves. She learns from her pervious losses and becomes a more dangerous threat every time she pops up. The fact that she didn't really do much in S4 indicates to me that she will become a massive threat in S5/S6; she's bound to have something brewing, and when it's revealed, it's bound to have a devastating impact. I think it's safe to say we all suspect her of becoming the "new Hawk Moth" that Timetagger foreshadowed, but I think what's uncertain is exactly how she will achieve this, and how brutal this will be on our heroes, our villains, and on Paris as a whole.

Does this mean she is not redeemable?

Me of a year and a half ago would say "yes". Me today would say "no". As @ladyofthenoodle pointed out in a discussion on discord, it's probably too hasty to label a teenager as irredeemable, and I agree. Teenagers are still growing and developing, and are still in need of life experience and maturity. We know teenagers don't have all the answers, we know they will make mistakes and rash decisions, we know they will be easily swayed by their emotions.

We also don't know enough of Lila's backstory to be able to say conclusively what is going on inside her mind. There's possibly some motivator there that needs to be addressed, likely in therapy, with a healthy support system to help her navigate her way to a better place in life. She's still young, and needs love and support, much like any other character in the show. She's no Snape (who I firmly believe is irredeemable, and will probably be the focus of my next character rant XD); she has potential to be redeemed. Whether or not she will be redeemed in canon is another matter.

[kirua9]

Makoto's route. Dark 04

Characters: Makoto Aomine, Ruki Mukami

*Location: unknown*

???: How inopportunate... This troublesome woman is still unconcios. She's only a burden to us... Now I can't see how she can be useful... His plans are truly unpredictable...

Makoto: *dreaming*  ( Who is that?.. Somehow, I feel relieved. No, it can't be true... Though these words... they are so familiar...)

Makoto: U-uncle?..

Ruki: ...

Ruki: (What uncle? Is she dreaming? Is she getting delusional? )

Makoto: Uncle... I'm sorry... I know I'm a burden to you... I'm sorry... I'll say this a hundred times if you want.

Ruki: ... (How hopeless...)

Makoto: Please... don't leave me!..

Ruki: ... (You're pathetic living being... Do you want him to revive that much? But he can't, you should know.)

*He touches her hand*

Makoto: !

Makoto: Uncle!.. You're back! You hear me!..

Ruki: You're hopeless. It's time to wake up.

Ruki: Get up,  livestock!

*she wakes up wincing*

Makoto: A!.. Ruki?..

*turns around *

Makoto: Oh, I've never been there... Is it your room?

Ruki: Yes, unfortunately. Yours isn't tidy enough to breathe there.

Makoto: Well, I haven't lived there before, those questions should be asked to the previous owner.

Makoto: Oh, my arm and thigh... Have you bound them?

Ruki: This is the only and the last time,  don't worry. If you got injured next time I'll do nothing, because it's too expensive to feed you and spend money on your health.

Makoto: How certain. This proves you were a human before...

Ruki: You don't understand a thing. You're ruining the plan now, spend the sources and others aren't pleasant with you too.

Makoto: So?..

Ruki: As soon as you recover, you'll go to those aristocrats and finally become useful.

Makoto: Sounds easy, but only  for you.

Ruki: Silence. I'm fed up with your ignorance, you're a real headache.

Makoto: Why? Do I bother you that much? It's not my guilt that Kou is  mentally unstable !

Ruki: ... You allow yourself being too bold with people, who agreed to guard you.

Makoto: To guard ? More like "to kill" me earlier than it should be done.

Ruki: Stop this meaningless quarrel. Haven't you heard me ? Get out of here.

Makoto: What? Now?

Ruki: ...

Ruki: Yes.

Makoto: No! You can't! You can't dismiss me like that!

Ruki: Why? You have a housing after all. Plus, you're an eyesore here.

Makoto: But... it's so lonely there.

Ruki: None of my business how do you feel.

Makoto: But you said yourself that  you can't go against His wishes? This "Someone" said you, that we're the same? Didn't he say you have to protect me? 

Ruki: ...

Ruki: I can't deny that He wanted us to be in one team. However, everything has a tendency to change, even His thoughts.

Ruki: For now... The more conflicts you cause, the less support from Mukami family you recieve. You'll bring only hurt yourself if you ignore the rules I create.

Makoto: So... Does that mean I can remain here for now?

Ruki: It's a pain to say, but yes. Looks like the audacity wins. Good grief...

Makoto: ...

Makoto: Now I feel ashamed of myself... Huh. I kinda feel sorry... but it's apology is to you only.

Ruki: How clever. Now when I said you can sit still in my bed you're apologizing?

Makoto: No! I mean... Even though you can't stand me, you kinda care about me.

Ruki: Excuse me? I was about to kick you off there.

*Makoto shows bandaged arm*

Makoto: And this?

Ruki: ...

Ruki: God, why the hell you smile at me? You look strange even for such a woman as yourself.

Makoto: I got it, no more irritating things, right? Gotcha!

Ruki: (Hopeless... Hopeless stray fool...)

***

Monologue:

I'm really a stray critter.

A Vagabond.

There's no worth coming back home anymore...

Ruki is just like my uncle –  has no urge to care about me, but still...

He tries. Although it's only for Someone's wishes and plans, the Man who stands behind this plan, but it still shows that Ruki isn't brute.

And because of the past I start to respect people as him...

However, I can be wrong.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I really doubt Taehyun would kill oc. He says he would and based on his moral standards it would make sense. But he also said she was free and that he would let her go whenever she wanted to if she wanted to... and then when she said wanted out he clinged like hell and did not accept her wish. He kept that "I'm not begging you to stay. If you do it's on you." discourse for as long as he felt confident that she would stay, or as long as he was able to maintain the facade of confidence, but as soon as he took off his ego mask she showed some cute vulnerable stuff but also started throwing tantrums and saying anything and everything to convince her to stay. He is not so sure of himself as he tries to sell himself to be. He would bend and break the same way he has before.

About Kai and Wonyoung being an item. I feel like it wouldn't really have a lot of long term potential for family rivalry reasons. But while she was at the castle? They both pretty, they both single, they both stressed, they both had the same momentary goal of getting oc out of there, they both had life experiences in common that probably no one else could relate to, they were staying at the same place for a while with nothing better to do... so why not? Very convenient. Like medieval version of a summer fling. Cute shit.

Oh, and as much as I am team Gyu I kinda want to see one more Taehyun smut scene. Just because in all of his smut scenes he was still pretty basic and formulaic (which make sense for both his persona and the general climate in the relationship at the time) in bed. I wish we could have one last desperate fuck where he just let go and let pour out every hidden kink he was too ashamed of acting out with her before. I don't know... I just feel like they never went past "I man, you woman, my stick, your hole, my pleasure, cum out, baby in (failed), optional bonus blowblow".

Or... we could have Beomgyu hold Taehyun prisoner at one point somehow and force Taehyun to watch him pleasure oc ~properly~. Imagine the utter shame and disgrace that Tyun's moralistic ass would feel if he came untouched on his pants, while chained to a wall, from watching his wife go wild for another man's dick. Oooh that would look interesting. Let them tease him for it and make him beg and confess his fantasies and shameful thoughts while drowning in tears, over the fake promise of them offering him release.

I am on a mean mood today. Emotions temporarilly turned off I guess. Keep feeding me, please.

~♡anon

i would say that it's a bit different now because she's his wife and can't just leave but yes you make an important point about how he chose to go about it. he wasn't like "fine go but know that you will be punished for it" no he broke down and clung onto her. but again with someone like taehyun that instability could be dangerous. he may seek to kill her so he can prove to himself that he doesn't care, the same way he did with jaeyun and kai. he feels not in control rn and he feels like he was made a fool of so he may retaliate harshly

exactly! the kai and wony thing is a background thing at most. yeah it probably serves no plot purpose and could be taken out without causing any issue but like it makes sense if this was real life.

honestly i'm not sure tyun even HAS kinks lmao boy is hella repressed and doesn't really allow himself to think of those things, but maybe i did miss out on giving them a desperate, emotional fuck :') i just wanted to get the chapter out and wasn't ready to write a whole proper smut scene for them lmao

fuuuuuck that idea is so sexy and I could technically do it and gyu is definitely petty enough to do it but idk man that would crush tyun even more and boy has already suffered so much 😭 but like the idea of tyun getting to see how oc wanted to be treated and how he missed out on it because he was so stubborn and prideful and then having to contend with the fact that this actually turned him on and he wanted to cum even though morally and logically he hates it so much 😭

i'll try to keep feeding you babe and i hope you feel even a tiny bit better ❤️

[ftmerriweather]

Finch and Shrike!

Finch: Name a song you associate with this book/WIP, and tell us why.

Oooh, this one's hard. I don't have too many for this one. Hand Me Down by the Wallflowers for Beela, since it has lines like "it's better when you're not around" and that is completely and utterly how they feel.

For Wysteria I need to stretch a bit further to Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier. I took a lyric out of context (be still my foolish heart, don't ruin this on me) and applied it to Ariel and how he feels about being aroace. The song isn't that at all, but oh well

Shrike: What is the overall theme of your book/WIP? Why did you want to write about it?

The reason I wrote Beela was to prove to myself you could be depressed and have friends. When I started writing it, that felt impossible. It's an honest look at what (my type of depression) feels like, even though it's a portal fantasy. As I've written more, I've decided to have Beela come out as non-binary as well. While I do think it fits for them to do this, I can't help but feel that, as a character choice, it says a lot. This is someone who routinely hides or lies about being upset because it would cause someone to like them less. So asking for something? Asking for something big and scary like that? It proves that even if they're anxious, they can trust their group.

For Wysteria, it was much more a moment of "you know what? Being ace doesn't need to mean I'm sad about it" so I wrote a character who was out and proud and loved and happy. She would never be criticized for her orientation and it would always be queer enough. It was also important that Wysteria isn't very smart. She's not a fool, but she didn't excel in school and she is unlikely to be the smartest person in the room. And that's okay. I wanted to show that you don't need to be the best possible version for it to be permissible, you just needed to try

[aloudplace]

Dirty thoughts 3

I didn't say a word to him for most of the drive back to the compound. Usually, I'm not quick to anger–-or likely to hold a grudge–-but in this case, I was furious.

At first I didn't understand exactly why, but as I drove I kept getting angrier and angrier, and finally, I had to admit it to myself.

I liked Loki. I mean, really liked him. I'd sublimated it because of work, and the fact that he was an actual extraterrestrial, and a God , and because he was blatant about his disdain for human beings and...half a dozen other perfectly valid things, but... shit. I really liked him. And the way he'd treated me fucking hurt –-because I understood now, it had been a game to him. A game and nothing more. He had no respect for me because I was human.

He'd taken advantage of me at the very first goddamned opportunity, because he'd been cooped up at the Avengers compound for months on end, and I was an easy target–-his only available target–-and I had let him take advantage, proving myself the idiot, inferior human plaything he so clearly believed I was.

Had I secretly wanted him to–-even naively believed he could -–see me as different from the rest of humanity? Yes. Dammit, yes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had thought we were friends.

Fucking idiot me.

And I'd let him kiss me. Let myself believe for just a moment that he might have actual feelings for me. That I was special to him, at least in some small way.

Dumb, dumb, dumb!

Truth was, I was more mad at myself than I was at Loki. I'd made a complete fool of myself.

I was definitely still mad at him, though.

"You are disturbingly quiet," he said, after about ten minutes of icy silence in the car.

I couldn't conjure a response that wasn't petty or otherwise inflammatory, so I said nothing.

"Is this the proverbial silent treatment?" he added a moment later, voice dripping amusement.

"I know you don't actually think this is funny," I replied bluntly. "You just alienated your one real ally on this stupid, inferior planet, and you're smart enough to regret it."

He chuckled. "You may want to consider the possibility that you're overreacting to a simple episode of playful dalliance."

My temper flared dangerously and I literally bit my tongue to stop myself from tearing into him.

My silence seemed to cause him some discomfort, which I shamelessly relished.

"I intended no insult," he said finally, but he said it as though my having taken insult was both idiotic and boring to him.

"Well insult me you did," I snapped. "Along with the rest of my race. But don't worry about it, because you won't get another opportunity like that."

Silence. And then, as we pulled onto the road that led to the back entrance of Stark Tower, he said, "You mean the kissing."

"You're damned right I mean the kissing. I may be human, Loki, but I'm not an idiot." We pulled up to the gate and I flashed my badge at the guard, who nodded us through as the gate rolled open. "Or maybe I am."

"Can you clarify that statement?" he asked, with obvious irritation.

I drove the car into the employee parking lot, pulled into my space, threw the car into park and twisted in my seat to give the God of Mischief my full attention.

The words came spilling out like a barrage.

"You want clarification? Fine. I'm pissed because you sexually manipulated me for your own entertainment. Where I come from, that's considered really fucked up. But more than that, I'm pissed that I fell for it because I'm smarter than that. But unfortunately, I also honestly fucking like you, and I stupidly allowed that to cloud my judgement, and now here we are, and it isn't fun anymore because I feel totally fucking stupid and humiliated, and I can't trust you, which I knew from the start anyway, so why did I even give you a chance? And why am I even telling you this, because you don't give a shit about me, I'm just a lowly fucking human, who–-I might remind you–-is in direct control of your future on this pathetic little planet, and I might be a good liar but I'm an honest person who suffers from an excess of human compassion, so as much as I want you to be happy, if you ever fuck with me like that again I will throw you under the bus so fast you won't even know what hit you."

The look on his face was equal parts shock and consternation. His mouth opened, closed again, brow furrowing.

"Just get out of the car and go inside," I snapped, turning back around in my seat. I made eye contact with the guards posted just outside the rear entrance and signaled them over. "Your escort is on its way."

"Listen, I think there may have been some sort of misunderstanding-–" Loki began.

"Don't," I held up a hand. "Don't patronize me anymore today. I'm at my limit."

"Bella, it wasn't my intention to-–"

I gave him a look that made his teeth click together. I cannot tell you how satisfying that was.

On the other hand, now that I'd vented my spleen, the anger was dissolving into plain old hurt, and I was pretty sure he'd seen it on my face and that was what had silenced him, which... wasn't a terribly satisfying thought at all.

The guards were almost at the car.

"You're not reading my mind," Loki said unexpectedly.

"No, I am not. I've had enough of you for one day." Shit. I was close to tears all of a sudden.

"You should," he insisted angrily.

One of the guards tapped on Loki's window. Loki waved him off with perfect aristocratic authority.

"Read my mind," he demanded.

I hit the unlock button and the guard pulled Loki's door open. "Out of the car, sir."

Loki ignored him. "Bella."

"Get out, Loki," I grated.

His face went hard, green eyes glittering with disdain. Finally, he turned and went, baring his teeth at the guards as he passed. One of them turned to follow him and the first leaned down into the open door.

"Is everything alright, Miss Bella? Shall I call Mr. Stark?"

"No, it's alright. I'll call him myself," I lied.

He nodded and straightened, shutting the door and jogging to catch up with the other two.

I sat in the car until the three of them had disappeared inside, Loki's long, angry strides forcing the guards to scurry comically just to keep up with him.

Then I sat in the car a while longer and cried.

...........................

As soon as I came in the next morning, I got called into the boss' office.

I'd taken the rest of the day off after returning Loki to the compound, but the guard-–despite what I'd said–-had called Mr. Stark.

"So he didn't try to hurt you or anything?"

"No, Mr. Stark."

"It's Tony, sweetheart. Or Iron Man, if you prefer." He flashed a grin, flirtatious as always.

I smiled, though I didn't feel much like doing so. "I'll stick with Tony."

"So what did he do? Bayley said you looked pretty upset."

Bayley was the guard. Damn him. I'd really hoped to avoid this conversation.

"I can see you don't want to tell me, but I don't think I need to remind you that it's your job to do so. If he's a danger to-–"

"He's not a danger," I said quickly. "He just pissed me off."

Tony frowned. "Bayley said you were crying in your car."

Fucking Bayley. Fucking me .

I considered lying, but I really did hate doing it, and I liked Tony a lot. He was a good boss, and this was the best job I'd ever had. The first place I'd ever worked where I didn't feel like a freak. Where I felt like I was doing something meaningful. I really didn't want to lose it.

"Come on, Bella," Tony said softly. "What happened?"

"I love this job, Mr–-Tony. I really do."

"Okay..." he said slowly, and I didn't need to read his mind to know that he perceived the guilt behind the words. "Well, you're an invaluable asset to the team, Bella. You're the best telepath we interviewed out of nearly a hundred. Head and shoulders above the rest, in fact. You'd have to do something pretty damned despicable to get the boot, here, sweetheart, so just tell me what happened. We'll work it out."

"He kissed me," I blurted.

Tony's eyes widened. "I'm-–I'm sorry, what? Are we talking about the same guy?"

I nodded.

"Thor's brother. Rock of Ages? He kissed you?"

Again, I nodded.

He looked at me like I'd said the guy sprouted wings and flew away.

Actually, that would have been more believable.

"Okay," he said like he was trying to get ahold of himself. "Okay. So, Rock of Ages kissed you. That means we–-we treat this as sexual harassment."

"I let him," I blurted, face burning.

His lips parted, face blank with shock. "You let him."

"Yeah," I breathed, choked by sheer humiliation. "I'm sorry."

"Why would you-–no, okay, that's none of my business." He held up a hand as though in apology. "So you have a thing for the God of Mischief. Who am I to judge? What's really important here is..." his expression twisted with confusion and discomfort. "What is important here?"

I gave him a helpless look.

"Why were you crying?"

I swallowed hard. "Because I felt stupid."

"Is that all?"

"No. I mean, sort of. He was just messing with me and I fell for it. I felt..." totally humiliated "...really stupid."

Tony nodded slowly, brow furrowed. He was having trouble processing the implications of what I'd said. He might have been a billionaire genius, but he was still a man. A woman would have understood immediately that I had real feelings for the God of Mischief–-hence the tears. I prayed like crazy that Tony wouldn't ask Romanoff, or Ms. Potts, or any other woman to interpret this incident for him.

"Okay," he said finally. "Thank you for your honesty, Bella." He sat back in his chair. "I'm not sure where we go from here. This is–-a somewhat unprecedented situation."

"I understand, sir."

He smiled a little. "You're not fired, sweetheart."

I am not too proud to say that I literally sagged with relief.

Tony's smile widened. "I'm glad you like it here. We like having you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Tony."

"Tony," I repeated dutifully.

"But maybe it's best we take you off Loki detail. What do you think?"

"I–-" I hesitated. Part of me was relieved at the thought of not having to see Loki again. The rest of me was deeply, shamefully dismayed. "Will Loki go to prison?"

"For kissing you?" He laughed. "No, sweetheart. We'll find him another babysitter. Although..." he shot me a look like he'd caught himself before saying something inappropriate. "Nevermind that. We could use you in PR, surveillance, investigation, internal affairs-–"

"I do some of that stuff already."

"I know, but-–"

"I can still do Loki detail, if that's where you need me," I said, "I've learned my lesson."

His lips compressed. "You sure interrupt a lot."

Flushing, I muttered, "I'm sorry."

He wasn't angry though. "They tell me it's a telepath thing. You already know what I'm going to say, right?" One of his brows arched.

"I don't do it on purpose," I mumbled.

"So how did Reindeer Games manage to get the best of you, hm?"

Dammit. "He can shield his thoughts. I put it in his three-month review."

He nodded graciously. "You also put that you can tell when he's doing it and that he can't hide his emotions, am I correct?"

Warily, I nodded.

"So, was he shielding his thoughts when he...made his move?"

"I..." Dammit, dammit, dammit! "I mean, he was right before. But not...during."

"So it was during the...er...incident that you realized he was manipulating you."

"Ah...no. After." What was he getting at? I tried to read him and got nothing but mathematical chatter. Seemed Loki wasn't the only one who could shield his thoughts.

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Hm."

"Is that significant?"

"I don't know. I was just thinking..." he looked at me hard for a second, "You really want to keep the babysitting position?"

I swallowed. "I'm okay with it if you are."

"Because if he's as trustworthy as Thor says he is, he could be really useful to us."

"I know."

"And you might be the only person who can actually confirm his viability as a member of the team."

"I know."

He smiled. "That's why you want to keep going. You're a good kid, Bella."

"Thanks."

"You also care about Loki."

That took me by surprise.

His smile turned into a grin. "You don't always know what I'm going to say, huh?"

"You're projecting equations at me," I pointed out politely.

"I am. Thank you for confirming that it works. You believe we can trust Loki, don't you?"

Boy, he was really keeping me on my toes. "I...yeah, I do."

"Can you tell me honestly that your opinion of him isn't biased due to your...attraction?"

I thought about it. "No, I can't."

My honesty seemed to impress him. "Are you going to let him kiss you again?"

"No."

"That sounded very decisive."

"I have a healthy level of self-respect."

"Glad to hear it. You're still on Loki duty, but I'm going to send you some backup so you don't have to be alone with him. One or two of the guards should do it. You good with that?"

I nodded, relieved. I really didn't like the idea of being alone with Loki again. Although, if I was being honest, my heart did flutter with anticipation at the same time. I was stupidly happy that I would still get to be with him every day.

I wondered if Loki would feel as good about it as I did.

[dr-aphelion-flight]

Chapter 1 | Accomplice Reveal 1.2

Done by: Anya

Rolling his shoulders, he does his best to hold onto that aura of calm and cool. This was what he expected. This was all apart of the plan, down to giving himself up. He doesn’t shy away from the scorn thrown his way- if anything, his attitude invites it. They still don’t know who he is, and that is just how he likes it.

Carefully, Kojo rolls some unspoken words over his tongue. Weighing his options.

“Lot’s wrong with me! Maybe I like a little drama, maybe I like a little chaos. That’s what Gekko thought, anyway, n’ he was damn right.” As if he’s just remembered something, he unfolds his arm and reaches between the cuffs of his layered sleeves. “Wasn’t really an impression until a little while ago, smalls. The guy was a damn good hypnotist— he was helpin’ me even after death! I only knew him well enough to keep up the act during the trial.”

A piece of paper falls out of his sleeve. To his credit, Kojo unrolls it delicately. “Gekko n’ Sviatlana had their own lil’ plan to save the Earth, so their double-death was none of my business. I made those blueprints, yeah, but I’m only wearing’ this stupid outfit cuz Gekko asked me if I wanted to trick Malican. N’ I said hell yeah to it all, cuz’…” Nobody can see the way he glances to the side. He elects not to finish that thought, and presents the sheet of paper — which, at long last, has the handwriting to match the post-it notes.

“Why don’t’cha hear it from the man himself, huh?” The note goes as follows:

Hello, my friends!

Ah, I imagine some of you might not be so happy about my little trick. I will take full responsible for both my and Svi's deaths; and I will admit, that they weren't as gung-ho over the initial concept as I was, aha. But...all parties involved, were entirely willing. Sacrifice is important sometimes, no?

When I heard the threat we all did...I wanted to do everything I could, to prevent one of us from taking another's life. At least...in the way that our horrible host intended! Threats of punishment, of betrayal, of something that could very well cause the death of our home, as well--

I wouldn't have it. And I realize that's selfish of me! Ha, aha...I don't mean to be a hero. Svi was willing to take the fall with me, as well. I felt as if...for something to test the rules of the game. To see how much, or how little, our host really new....we needed numbers, on our side. I wanted to see if we could fool our host! I wanted to...avoid, a true killer. To put off worse punishment, as long as we possibly could. I wanted t see what sort of trick we could pull, indeed.

And that includes dear Kojo, as well.

I told you this before, as well, my good friend! I believe in EVERYONE! You, included.

And you going along with this game, trying to prove our trick...shows that faith was not misplaced. You're a good fellow. Better than you'd have others believe!!

I'm sorry, everyone, if I've disappointed you. I'm sure you'll find my final logs, soon! And...a tag, for my cat. Her new collar, if someone could get that back for me, aha.

Well. I needn't waste your time, any longer.I say it, in earnest. Thank you, everyone.

And that's....my final, FAREWELL!!

[bangtanficsforyou]

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

College au+ taehyung

Plsss

A/N: Sorry this took some time, I could only start writing this fifteen minutes ago but I hope you enjoy it 😙❤️.

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"You are welcome to stay, if you want." You mumble, but regret the words as soon as they are out of your mouth. Why did you have to say it? Your post sex brain is dumb. Shit, now you've made it all awkward.

Your tightly shut your eyes in hopes of not seeing the frown you imagine to be currently on Taehyung's face at your absurd suggestion.

You don't blame Taehyung, for having the kind of reaction you assume he's having. From the very beginning you had set some stupid ground rules. Very cliche, you know but you were the one who had insisted for it to be that way. Friends who sleep with each other, have to have some ground rules, you had said. One of the rules was to never stay the night at the other's place. So, it's obviously weird and absurd that you are the one who's suggesting to break one of the most important rules.

You just hope he doesn't find it concerning that you asked him to stay the night.

You just couldn't help yourself. In the three months time that you've been getting to know him, you have hopelessly fallen in love with him. How could you not though? The kind of person he is, makes it extremely difficult for anyone to not fall for him.

When you had first realised that your feelings might not just be limited to physical attraction, you had honestly questioned your decision of sleeping with him. Because feelings were only going to make things complicated, not to mention how both of you have the same lectures which would make avoiding him, almost impossible.

Thus, you had simply decided to not make things any further complicated and had made a deal with yourself of continuing this arrangement as long as your feelings don't overwhelm you. You had never tried dropping hints and had kept everything under control and you were pretty sure that he had no clue of your feelings. Now you are not so sure.

Isn't asking him to stay the night, a clear give away?

Fuck, now he's going to know. You're an idiot.

Taehyung, however seems completely unaware of the emotional rollercoaster you're going through as he hums. "Do you want me to stay?"

What kind of a question is that?

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "I mean it's pretty late and all." You try to keep your voice as casual as you can.

He hums, again. "But isn't that against the rules?"

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ponder as to how you should answer him. "I mean, you don't have to stay if you don't want to, I was just suggesting. Like I said, it's pretty late, plus, your place is pretty far."

You're met with silence.

You close your eyes again in embarassment and shift your body away from Taehyung's, such that your back is facing him. Your hands fist around the bedsheet in anxiousness.

Fuck. If you had any hope left inside you, after seeing his reaction to your suggestion, all hopes were gone. You had expected this reaction, but even then having been proved right, hurts. Hurts a whole lot.

You are such a fool, geez.

"I want to stay." Taehyung mumbles, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

His words cause your eyes to shot open in shock.

This probably doesn't mean anything, right? He wants to stay because he's tired, nothing else.

"Then stay." You mumble back, still trying to convince your brain to not get too hopeful.

Instead of responding to your words, you feel Taehyung turn his body towards you. He doesn't say it out loud but he had hoped you'd turn to face him.

"Do you want me to stay?" He repeats his previous question, once again.

This time, you reply honestly. "Yes."

"Why?" He whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

You try to come up with words but find yourself too scared to speak the truth. "Do you want to stay?"

"Yes" Taehyung feels amused at how you shoot back his own questions to him, instead of answering them, even when he had just admitted minutes ago that he wants to stay.

"Why?"

This time Taehyung can't stop the chuckle that escapes him. He saw this coming. "Because I've always wanted to stay."

You feel your breath hitch. Instead of letting your mind wonder about what his words could potentially mean, you decide to repeat your previous words in hopes of gaining some clarity. "Why?"

"Because I've fallen for you."

Your whole body goes rigid. This is not a prank right? Did he just say what he said? Are you dreaming?

On the other hand, the longer you remain silent, the more unsure Taehyung feels. "I am sorry, if I made it all awkward. It's just that when you asked me to stay, I finally thought that I had a chance–"

His rambling gets cut off by you turning your body around so that you can face him. The moment your eyes land on his facial features, you immediately feel this intense need to put him at ease. "I wanted you to stay because I hate when you leave, have hated it for a long time now."

You observe his features as hope appears in his eyes. But you don't miss the flicker of unsurety in them. "Why?"

Your left hand comes up to gently rest on his cheek and you let your thumb draw random figures on the surface. "Because I've fallen for you too."

He holds his breath for a moment, as if trying to make sure that the moment is real. A few more seconds pass as he remains silent before his hand comes up to remove your hand from his cheek and he brings your hand to his lips, kissing each of your fingers. "Fuck I can't believe this."

His kisses cause a tickling sensation causing you to giggle. "I can't either."

He smiles, giving you one of his trademark boxy smiles. "I never thought you'd return my feelings."

His words cause you to frown. Interlacing your fingers with his, you motion for him to come closer to you and he complies. "I can't imagine someone not falling for you, it was only a matter of time before you wooed me with your charms."

Chuckling he slides his hand under your t shirt, and lets it rest on your torso. The warmth of his palm giving rise to goosebumps. "Well you were the one who had suggested this whole fwb thing so I had naturally thought that you didn't want anything serious with me."

"But that's because we both–" your words die in your throat as you realise that he was never the one who had suggested the friends with benefits scenario. After the first time that you had slept with each other, you had automatically assumed that you both wanted a fwb situation. Him not objecting to your suggestion had only proved your point at the time. Or so you had thought. Now, however, his words make you realise that you perhaps, were not right.

The thought of that, automatically causes to feel guilty. "I'm so sorry, shit, I had no clue."

Taehyung rubs soothing circles on your hips. "It's okay. I just have you now and that's all that matters."

His words put you slightly at ease but you still feel guilty for not seeing your mistake any sooner. Shit, how could you be so stupid. "Its not okay though–"

"Shh," he hushes and you lift your eyes to meet his, your heart fluttering with how his eyes seem to sparkle with warmth and affection. "I've been wanting to hold you like this for so long. Now that I finally get to, I don't want to talk about the past."

Seeing how happy he seems in this moment, you feel so foolish to have deprived him and you, of the happiness that you both could have been experiencing for so long. Deciding to not ponder about that for long, you inch closer and kiss him.

Taehyung is caught off guard by your actions but soon realises what's happening and pulls you extremely close before he matches your pace.

His hands roam around your back before they trail up and start playing with your hair. His tongue messages your upper lip as you moan, savouring his taste. Your hands rest on his chest as you let yourself bask in his warmth.

You both kiss for, you don't know, how long. Because time seemingly slows down and it feels like an eternity before you two part.

Still close enough that both of your breaths mingle with each other's, Taehyung looks at you in awe. Looks at your glazed eyes, your lips that have now turned swollen due to the way he had assaulted them with his own and looks at how red your cheeks have turned.

Feeling him staring at you intensely, you turn shy. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you whine.

Taehyung chuckles, putting both of his arms around you, he squeezes you tightly and sighs. "Fuck, this feels so good."

You pucker your lips and place a kiss on his skin. "That's what she said."

He cackles. "That's what you said, just a few minutes ago."

"Shut up." You can just feel his big smile against your forehead.

"No, but seriously, I'm so happy, I feel like a giddy child and I know it's probably stupid to blabber about it but I cannot not let you know, how much you mean to me and just how happy I am."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth you feel him tighten hin grip even more around you however not tight enough for you to feel uncomfortable. For some reason, you have a feeling that this time around, him pulling you closer isn't just because he wants you close, but also because he feels shy about his words and wants to hide.

Removing your face from the crook of his neck, you angle your head upwards to look at him and sure enough you find him avoiding your gaze with a shy smile on his face.

Smiling at his adorableness, you giggle. "You're so cute, fuck."

Taehyung playfully growls. "Do I need to remind you that I'm not cute?"

You giggle even louder. "Fucking me doesn't mean you are not cute. Because if that were the case, that would mean that I am not cute as well, considering the fact that I've fucked you. But I would have to disagree for I know that I am cute."

His eyes lock with yours and he huffs. "So cocky."

With his eyes now locked with yours, you know that now is the right time to say, what you want to say. "Tae, I hope you know that I feel the best I've felt in months. It feels like I can finally express my feelings for you, freely, without having to worry about the consequences. It feels so right to love you and I hope you know that you are so very special to me."

Taehyung's eyes soften and he smiles gently before pecking your lips. "I'm so lucky."

If only he knew how lucky you consider yourself, all because of him.

[mejomonster]

Thinking about how gay and enthusiastic xiaoge was in book 2 opening as old man zhang when he can heap compliments on wu xie, knowing if he embarrasses himself he can just be like "oh that guy was weird. Anyway IM back and cool and silent. If you missed me uvu" but then xiaoge fucks it up by revealing he WAS that old man

But wu xie seems friendly enough, so xiaoge naively assumes it means wu xie is into mucj older men (maybe 100s?) And takes it as a win that he's got a Shot after all

So continues to be quite voracious that book, talking and joking with wu xie nonstop trying to prove he can be a normal friendly guy to bond with (all the while other tomb raiders who are used to Mr silent-will-kill-ur-ass loner suddenly acting a fool).

Pangzi: listen here dude I can be plenty social, u ain't seen social.

Xiaoge: I'm not listening, I scaled the wall, wu xie aren't I sexy?

Wu xie: So SEXY! SO COOL! DID YOU SEE THAT?

Pangzi: I can -.- scale a fucking wall too. -.- like it's hard

Wu xie: proceeds to Attempt to wall scale and fail, pangzi might have laughed or pointed out wu xie is in no place to make fun of pangzi for taking longer than xiaoge. But then --

Xiaoge: goes to help wu xie and make him feel cool. u//v//u

Pangzi: for fucks sake i--

Wu xie: lol WHY are you still down there？loser

Pangzi: I miss mean emo... I could've punched Mr too silent... motherfucker

Xiaoge joins wu xie in the heckling

(Xiaoge is learning bad habits. It's not all he'll learn from wu xie and pangzi shdjjd)

Pangzi: I want the quiet emo fucker back

Xiaoge: ANYWAY, WU XIE ur so smart~now do this (cause ur smart--not cause u would die or anything without my advice--)

Wu xie happy as peaches

(Yes this scenario is more shows their personality than books, but old man zhang in the book was Even More desperate to gush to wu xie u can't convince me somehow the man didn't get a crush in book 1 bizarrely, leading to book 2 heaping compliments and slyly trying to find out If wu xie would be okay with an older man.

Spoiler xiaoge: don't worry. Wu xies peak type is older person who's skilled at tomb raiding, u hit the nail right in the center of his type. With the bonus being u don't lie to him as much as San shu... which is admittedly hard to top anyway...

I'm realizing wu xie has uncle issues the way other people have daddy issues. Wu Xie honey...)

[xpeachesncream]

bands | thirteen

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, slight degradation, trouble stirring behind the scenes if you squint, yeonjun and soobin (txt) make an appearance but also as reg 18 yr olds lol

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme​ @min-nicoleee​ @eggbutnotyolk​ @ra-mun-e @miinoongi​ @jimidol​ @ppeachyttae​ @thebeebi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @kooafraid​ @liriaus​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @sunniejinnie​ @cypheruby​ @cyb3rbab3​ @masterlists101​ @awhnamjoon​ @redhedhoseok​ @wooya1224​ @taeismydeath @jikookiekosmos​ @un2-verse​ @aynsx​ @wearenot7withu​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"BTS' Jeon Jungkook rumored to be dating stripper from nightclub!"

"Jungkook is no longer single, ladies!"

"Jeon Jungkook is dating a stripper? Why the hell is he doing that?"

"Who the hell does she think she is? I bet she's not even pretty."

"Jungkook fell for a stripper? Out of all people? Damn, and I thought he was better than that."

Jungkook has been tired, the rumors constantly being spread day in and day out. But, it still didn't mean he was gonna say shit to prove himself to people out there. He didn't need to give anybody answers. Hell, this was strictly between you and him and that's how he wants to keep it.

Fuck every single one of you who didn't wanna be behind him and support him. Don't even think about calling yourself a fan of his if that's your mindset.

He could truly care less. He was happy and he felt ten times better than he has in a really long time. It's unfortunate how people love to stay narrow minded. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that it was so unfair for you - how they stuck to that stripper image, rather than really getting to know you beneath the surface.

But it's not like anyone else deserved to know the real you, not after all this shit. And he was gonna keep it that way, and protect you.

"Hey, don't listen to any of that shit, okay?" Jungkook says as he meets you in your car in the BigHit building garage. "None of that matters to me."

"I know, but Kook." You look at him. "Your career, BigHit literally might not even want me here and-and—"

"Then I'll make sure they understand it's not an issue, because it's really fucking not." He says, getting irritated only at the thought of the company giving him issues over you. He watches as you slightly frown, causing him to sigh and soften his own facial expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up like that. It's just annoying how people are narrow-minded. This has absolutely nothing to do with you." You give him a small smile. "Come on, I'll walk you." You silently nod and hop out of your car. You follow beside him, your stomach in knots having to meet with their performance director. This meant you'd also most likely run into the rest of Bangtan.

In which happens to turn true pretty quickly.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok says loudly down the hallway as he approaches the both of you. He does nothing besides smile, curiosity definitely filling his eyes.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, Hoseok hyung." He holds out his hand for you to shake, his head tilting ever so slightly because you know he's familiar with your face. He's just trying to remember from where. Or, he has recognized you, but he's trying his hardest not to say anything.

Cause they have seen all of you, especially in that fishnet bodysuit.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! You can call me Hobi for short. Are you meeting with someone?" You nod.

"Yeah." Is all you can reply with as you shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nice, goodluck!"

"Is everyone else here?" Jungkook asks, making Hobi nod.

"Yeah, but they're still running through some stuff in the dance studio. I just ran off to take a break."

"Okay." Jungkook looks at you. "Follow me, he's in one of the private studio rooms." You both part ways from Hoseok, the need to clutch onto Jungkook's arm immensely strong right now. You hold yourself off though, because even with passing a few female staff members, you catch them looking at you oddly with the way you're walking side by side with Jungkook.

Nope. Don't even think about it, Y/N. It doesn't matter.

Jungkook knocks softly on a door, the middle of it being made up of entirely frosted glass so it's difficult to see inside. Their performance director opens the door swiftly and welcomes you in with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in.

"I've got it from here, Jungkookie. Thank you." Jungkook nods but tries to peek through the door to get one last glimpse of your face before he shuts it fully. "How are you doing, Y/N?" He sits in front of you, leaning onto his knees with his hands fully clasped together.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good, tired." He chuckles. "Thanks for taking my call earlier and for meeting at such short notice on a weekend. I had a couple of things come up and didn't want to push things off until later." You smile.

"It's no problem."

"Jungkook tells me a lot about you."

"Does he now?" You chuckle and tilt your head to the side.

"Says you're a really good person. Super hardworking. Told me a little bit about your situation with your brother."

"Mmyeah, it's a little complicated."

"It's alright, no need to get into the details." He smiles before letting out a small sigh. "It's incredibly rare for me to hear Jungkook speak like that. In general. He's usually very closed off, doesn't like to let people in much. He really respects you, you know? Cares about you a whole lot." You slightly blush.

"I'm still getting used to it." He chuckled.

"Look, I know you've been worrying because of where you've been and all that, but I want to reassure you that none of it matters. I don't like to focus on all that. You're here as you, not her." He says, putting another pronoun to your stripper persona.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He nods. There's a small pause before he begins to speak again.

"I could really use some help around here if you're still interested? The boys are becoming a lot for me to handle."

"Ah-uh, yeah! Of course I am." You found yourself stuttering at the sudden offer. Was this fucking real?! "But, you are aware of where me and Jungkook are at, right?" You ask, trying to be completely transparent and honest about their relationship. He nods and waves his hand out.

"As long as you keep it professional here, right?" You nod.

"Right."

"Come, let me show you around really quickly and have you formally meet the boys." You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking great. He definitely didn't know they've all seen your titties and pussy out during Yoongi's birthday, and now here you were - about to meet them again in this environment. Hobi was awkward enough even though he tried not to be.

Surprisingly, Jungkook wasn't waiting outside in the hallway like you thought he would be, but the tour commences and the PD is taking you around pretty quickly. You feel even more awkward and somewhat alone [even though you weren't] without Jungkook nearby, but you chug along and say your hello's to the people you're introduced to. He finally brings you into the dance studio, where there's loud ass music blasting, Jungkook, the boys and some backup dancers in front of the mirrors fooling around.

"Aye boys, come here real quick." You and Jimin lock eyes and your body suddenly gets tense. The room feels 10x hotter than it already is, especially when he slowly walks over and clenches his jaw. He is literally seeping with hate right now, maybe actually disgust, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Most of them for sure recognize you, but they seem to brush it off and give you a big wave/smile anyway.

"Last, that's Jimin - Jimin, Y/N." You give Jimin a fake smile, and the only thing his ass can reciprocate is the smallest, tight-lipped smile you have ever seen. You've never even seen your mom do that when she got mad or upset with you.

"Hi." Is all you can say.

"Sup." He looks at you before turning on his heel and walking away.

"Ooookay?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he watches Jimin walk away so rudely. "The hell was that about?"

"I knew that was Kookie's girlfriend! Maybe Jiminie remembers seeing her titties and shit too, needs to walk away before he gets his ass beat by him." Yoongi says lowly behind Namjoon.

"Yeah, like you're any better." Namjoon says, looking at Yoongi weirdly.

"I mean, we did see her practically naked." Jin says, chiming into the discussion.

"I touched her." Yoongi's mouth slightly hangs down. "I touched her."

"Go ahead, say it louder so Kookie can hear you." Jin nods sarcastically. "Go, say it!"

"No, stop." Yoongi's cheeks turn red while shaking his head and laughing. "He'll literally launch me out the window with one hand."

"Good."

"You asked for her to sit on your lap too, bro!"

"I was joking, and it's not like she did it anyway!"

"Whatever, I'm keeping my birthday deep in my memory storage."

"Clean slate for her so it should be for you too, my guy." Namjoon says as he has enough of their conversation.

You look at Jungkook who is silently standing there, looking like a big dork with a huge smile on his face and his thumbs up. You give him the tiniest nod before proceeding to follow the PD out.

"So?!" Jungkook dashes to meet you in their waiting room area, where an abnormally large picture of Jimin posing oddly hung up.

"He said he'll send me all the info and papers and stuff!" You respond excitedly as Kook hugs you and quickly swings you around.

"See, I knew it would work out!" He puts you down. "Are you gonna tell Kai?" You shook your head.

"Not today at least, it's his birthday and I don't wanna take away from that. It's his day." Jungkook smiles at you.

"Text me when you've picked him up? I should be home by then."

"Okay." You blush and back away, making Jungkook look at you with confusion. "I have to keep it professional here, duh."

"Ah I see." He chuckles. "That won't last very long."

"Jungkook." You whine.

"There's a lot of private rooms here and—"

"I'm not listening, sorry. I think Kai is suddenly calling me." You cover your ears as you begin to walk away, giving him one last smile before leaving him to the rest of rehearsals and whatever else they're doing. He laughs to himself as he waves you off, excited to get through the day so he can just spend time with you and Kai.

As the hours go on and it's about time for you to pick Kai up, you quickly stop by the store because you're a procrastinator and didn't buy Kai's birthday gift any earlier. You felt bad you weren't able to find the shoes he wanted, but you at least snagged the video game he had been talking about for a couple of days now. Before walking into the arcade, you made sure to write your birthday card and slip some more money into it before shoving it in your bag to give to him later.

"Your pretty sister is here." Yeonjun grabs Kai by the shoulder as he finishes up a game.

"Yeah, and you're too young for her."

"Age is nothing but a number. It's only like.. 6 years apart."

"Besides, she's taken, dude. Sorry." Kai snorts as he watches Yeonjun's smile fade. "You would have never had the chance."

"You're mean."

"I'm mean, or you just have really high, unrealistic expectations?" The rest of their friends laugh as they follow Kai over to you.

"Hey!" You smile at all his friends.

"Hiiiiii Y/N." They all say in unison, some waving in awe, while the others shyly dug their hands into their pockets. "Birthday boy, you all good to go? Got some good Loco Moco waiting for you."

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Happy birthday again, Kai! Get online later!" Soobin yells out.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, waving them off as he follows you out to your car.

"You guys run through the entire arcade?" Kai laughs.

"Pretty much." He sinks into his seat, legs damn near touching the glove compartment with how long he is. "I'm honestly so excited for Loco Moco. It's been years!"

"It has not been that long." You laughed.

"You're right, it's been months." Kai looks out the window. "Wait, you're passing the road to get to our go-to shop though?"

"Cause I found a better place."

"How is there a better place when that one was already supreme?!"

"Hey, trust me on this okay?" You laugh. Kai starts telling you about his day and how so many people he knew from school had been messaging him happy birthday. He truly looked his happiest today and it was all you could ask for. Though at the same time, your heart slightly sank at the fact that he'd be going off to uni soon and staying at the dorms. He was just growing up way too fast, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him now before he was too occupied being a college boy.

You slipped yourself past Jungkook's security, parking in the one guest spot they have in the garage that's closest to the elevator. Kai doesn't really question it and hops out anyway, his hands in his pockets as he follows you into the elevator and onto Jungkook's floor.

"You ready, kid?"

"Is this some like, Michelin Star Loco Moco restaurant?"

"Ah, I guess you could say that." You knocked on the door, hearing music playing in the background. Jungkook opens the door and Kai's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, that's Jungkook?" Kook laughs and steps aside to let you both in. "Sis why—what—how come you didn't tell me we were seeing your boyfriend? I look like a mess!" He says lowly.

"You don't!"

"Hey Kai! Happy Birthday!" Jungkook says smiling, making Kai actually blush. He's cheeks are tinted with a rosy color and he suddenly gets all shy.

"Thanks."

"Your brother's tall." Jungkook looks at him up and down.

"Looking at an 18 year old 6 footer."

"Must be nice."

"Go sit." Kai silently nods as he sits awkwardly on Kook's couch, while you go and check in on him in the kitchen.

"Is he always that shy?"

"No. Just with you, apparently. He's not even that shy around girls." You chuckle as he places a quick kiss on your head. "Need my help?" You still ask even though the plates are neatly prepared already.

"Not really." He smiles down at you. "You hungry though?"

"Starving, actually." Your eyes light up at the plates. "Ouuuuuu, yum."

"Honestly, I think this batch might be better than my first."

"Still honored to be your guinea pig." You carry a plate over to Jungkook's coffee table in the living room.

"Oh shit, that looks amazing." Kai says, slipping himself down from the couch to the floor so he could get a good whiff of the plate. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook hands you the remote before walking into his room. "Pick something."

"Here, birthday boy. Help me choose."

"Let's watch Soul on Disney+." At this point, Jungkook comes out of his room with a wrapped present, his eyes locked on the TV.

"Ooh, I keep seeing this everywhere! Niceeeee." Jungkook says, smiling with Kai nodding and already digging into his plate. "By the way, this is for you." You shoot him a look as he sits on the floor by you, watching as Kai unwraps the present. Kai's eyes light up as he sees a shoebox underneath the wrapping, quickly flipping the lid open to reveal those blue Air Jordans he wanted.

"Kook?!" You say lowly, making him smile at you and gently pinch your side.

"Holy shit!" He holds out a shoe, only for him to immediately shake his head and close the box again. "Jungkook, I can't take this." Kai says.

"No, it's your birthday."

"Yeah, but isn't this expensive? You've already done so much for me and my sister, I-I don't want to—"

"Kai, it's cool. If it's one thing you can do to repay me, it's to take my present." You literally want to cry at how sweet Jungkook is being with your brother. He had been good to you, no doubt, but this was one thing you didn't expect from him at all. Quite frankly, you had forgotten you mentioned the shoes to him. The fact that he actually remembered and kept his word.

"Okay." Kai says, gently setting the box down aside before looking at Jungkook with a small smile on his face. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Like, even with the food and everything. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." You give him a soft smile before digging into your food while Soul was already off to a start. Kai and Jungkook devour their food together, with you following shortly behind as Jungkook brings over a small ice cream cake from his fridge for Kai to blow his candles on. After the boys had helped themselves to a good serving of the cake, they started getting hyper and pulled up Smash Bros on Kook's Nintendo Switch [as if Kai hadn't played enough games today]. It started to get intense; the boys jumping and yelling everywhere, bouncing off of the walls, with you getting pulled into the competition every now and then. Even though you knew you'd lost over and over again, you happily joined in anyway, seeing how excited your brother was - plus, it was always a bonus to hear Jungkook's loudly obnoxious, nerdy laugh.

"I WIN!"

"Hey, hey, hey. I let you win because it's your birthday." Jungkook said, making Kai laugh as he crashed to the floor.

"Sure." Kai huffed and puffed. "Crap, I'm tired. What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. We should start heading out, bubba." You patted Kai's chest gently.

"What? No, it's late. Why don't you two just stay here?" You suddenly remembered you've had Kai's shit in your trunk since you dropped him off at Yeonjun's this morning. You didn't have any change of clothes, but that could easily be fixed with Jungkook's closet.

"Only if the queen wants, she's driving."

"It's late, baby." Jungkook says to you softly. "No way I'm letting you two head out there."

"Okay." You give him a small smile before handing your keys. "Can you do me a favor?" He chuckles.

"What is it?"

"Kai's duffle bag is in my trunk." He nods and takes your keys.

"I got it. Kai, you can take the guest room or my office room." Jungkook says with his 3-bedroom apartment having ass. "I have my computer in my office room though, and a pull out bed. I don't know how comfy you'll be."

"It's cool, I'll just take your guest room. I always bring my laptop and switch whenever I sleep at my sister's." Kai says getting up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook says, toothlessly smiling at the both of you, completely endeared at how alike you two were - even down to the fact that you both said thank you for every little thing. If this was a result of Kai being close to you and having you as pretty much his mother figure, then Jungkook wouldn't know what to do with his feelings. He felt butterflies every time he thought about how cute and sweet you were, and he was always excited to be around you.

Jungkook does a quick jog to your car, grabbing Kai's Nike duffle from your trunk before jogging back to the elevator and back to his apartment. He walks in to see Kai helping you clean up the remaining dishes in the sink, tidying the rest of the things in his kitchen.

"Thank you." Jungkook says himself, a little unfamiliar with saying such a thing to be completely honest.

"You're welcome." You say softly, wiping your hands on his hand towel. "Off to bed, or are you gonna go online with your friends?"

"I'll see what they're up to, but I'm pretty beat. Today was fun." Kai smiles at the both of you. "I really appreciate it." You ruffle his hair a bit before gently pushing him towards his bedroom for the night.

"Bathroom's right over there, help yourself to anything you need."

"Don't stay up too late."

"Only if you aren't too loud." You gasp while Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Kai!"

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Please remember that I'm right in this room."

"Oh my god, go to bed." You shove him inside the room and shut his door. "Don't even say a word." You look at Jungkook shyly as you hurriedly brush past him to get into his room - even though Jungkook is literally right behind you with those long ass legs of his, making every stride so much easier for him to catch up to you.

"What's your outfit of choice tonight, pretty lady?" He shuts his door behind him as you start to make your way into his closet.

"Hm, I'll just wear this plain black--" You unfold it. "Balenciaga? Okay, I definitely can't just wear this to sleep."

"Why not?"

"Because this is like, name brand and everything."

"So?" He shrugs. "Just wear it, babygirl. It's not gonna make much of a difference, you're wearing it either way." You do a slight pout before you start to slip out of your clothes to get into his shirt. You make his way to his bathroom to take a little tinkle when you notice another toothbrush sitting next to his. A pink toothbrush, next to his blue one.

"Why do you have two toothbrushes?" You wash your hands as he comes in to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

"That's yours." Your eyes light up at his statement.

"Mine?"

"I figured since you'd be over more, it'd be easier for you." He furrows his brows lightly. "Unless.. you didn't want--" You press a kiss against his lips, his hands resting on your arms to keep you close.

"No, I did want that. Thank you."

"Of course, baby." He pecks your forehead.

"By the way, way to make me look like such a bad sister!" You say as you start getting your toothbrush ready.

"Why? The shoes?"

"The shoes, the Loco Moco, the games, the ice cream cake." You laughed. "I literally got him a video game and some money."

"I mean, he is turning 18. I wanted to help make it as memorable as possible."

"I appreciate you a lot. Really."

"I appreciate you too." Your eyes widen as you brush your teeth.

"Waaaaow, say thaht wun mohr tiyme." You say, pulling a Jungkook while brushing your teeth.

"Eye apprushiate yoh toh." You giggle. The both of you finish getting ready for bed before slipping into his warm sheets. Jungkook never goes to sleep early, however, he makes sure all the lights are off and that the show he's watching isn't too loud. You have no idea what's going on in his show, but you lay on his chest to watch for a little bit until you feel yourself getting a little more sleepy. He's holding you close, his hand brushing through your hair softly, causing tingles to ripple through your body.

"Kook."

"Yes, baby?"

"You make me happy." You say sleepily as you hung him tighter. He smiles down at you, your eyes now shut close as you slowly start to drift into a deep sleep. He presses a light kiss against your head, fingers still in your hair.

"You make me happy too, sweetheart."

[cheekygreenty]

I Know You - The Darkling x Reader

I was listening to Skylar Grey's song 'I Know You' on the bus home from college and got inspired, enjoy!

You couldn't believe it. You swore you knew him better than yourself. You could always predict his next move: his words, his actions. But this, it wasn't your Aleksander. You didn't want to believe Alina's hurried words as they left her lips but you had that horrid feeling in the pit of your stomach that told you she was right, or else she wouldn't be causing so much trouble for herself.

'He wants to expand the fold he created....he IS the black heretic.'

The truth made you sick yet you still found yourself wanting, foolishly hoping it was all a misunderstanding. You felt blind-sighted and stupid. The man you loved and the man who claimed to love you had blood on his hands, saints, it was up to his neck.

The reality of the situation rested on you like an unbearable weight, you had to choose a side. It was obvious though, wasn't it? No. Your heart was still with Aleksander, he was the reason for all your happiness, he was behind all of the memories that brought you comfort in times of need. Like right now.

You were very clearly in denial. You remember your talk with Alina and you cringe at your reaction. You tried to fight back, reason with her, told her she was crazy. You tried to prove you knew him but all you did was make a fool of yourself, it was then you realized he was just a stranger you shared a bed with.

You waited to confront him. He was frustrated, still in his clothes from the winter fete, as he barked orders left right and center to locate Alina and his precious stag. You knew where she was going, you helped her leave the stables with puffy eyes after your brief encounter. You even helped the tracker, quickly patching his wound and telling him which way to go to avoid being killed by Baghra or the Darkling.

You stared at him as the last of his soldiers left the war room. Silence enveloped the space. You didn't have the courage to utter the words you needed to say. He was a monster. You were sure of it now, as much as it killed you.

'I know everything' You whispered, ready to fight if the situation went sideways.

He froze but said nothing so you continued.

'You made me believe I knew you. That the man in front of me was my Aleksander, gentle and loving and understanding. I don't even recognize you right now.'

He still stayed silent. Your Aleksander always had something to say, this truly was a stranger.

'The more you stay quiet, the more I lose my hope and my patience.' You wiped some tears off your face. When did you even start crying?

'You do know me. You know the parts of me that I showed you.'

He finally looked at you. He didn't seem as heartbroken as you. He looked annoyed; like you were another part of his plan that went awry.

'Don't complicate things any more than they need to be. You lied to me. You betrayed me and my trust. I look like a fool-' Your voice started to rise.

'-Does Ivan know? I'm sure he does. How do you think that makes me look? How does that make me FEEL?'

You took measured steps towards him, well aware he wouldn't hurt you. That much you hoped you knew.

'Say something General.'

'Y/N I do love you.....but-'

You scoffed and made your way to the door. You needed to leave. Whatever respect you had for him left the minute he confessed an afterthought. You stopped when you seen shadows creep in front of the door, keeping you away.

'So you're going to cage me in?'

'I'll do what I have to to make you listen.'

'You're crazy if you think that what you're going to do is ok'

'I've made it this far.'

'Aleksander, the more you talk, the more you're proving yourself to be the worst possible man I've imagined you to be. I've lost all faith in you.'

The tears stopped at this point. You were numb, it was like you hadn't processed all the information thus far.

'You don't mean that'

'Then I guess you don't know me either.' You both stared at each other. The room was completely silent. Neither of you made a move to leave the insufferable tension. You were a foolish girl. He was a manipulative man. But you still loved him.

'What are you going to do after you leave this room?' He asked and you knew why. Your heart broke. He was going to keep you prisoner, wasn't he? At least you had helped Alina leave. You tried to convince yourself that was enough to make up for defending him.

Could you fight him right now? Make an escape? You could try. You had absolutely nothing to lose. You made a decision to betray him in return.

'You might as well put me in chains now' You held out your hands.

'I don't want to'

'But you need to, I know.' He moved closer to you and cupped your face.

'For what it's worth, I'm sorry' Your eyes closed and you bit down the urge to touch him, to be held in his embrace.

'Me too.' Before he could react, you pushed him to the other side of the room with the power of the wind, ran to the bookcase, and quickly through the passage. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, creating a noise blanket so if he went after you, he wouldn't hear your heavy breaths or your loud footsteps.

You made it outside just in time for the guard change and rode out on a horse. Your kefta long forgotten in the tunnel. You had no idea where you were going. You could go up north, catch up to Alina and the tracker and help them.

And so you did. You strode through the woods, looking for signs of them, cursing the talent of the tracker to cover his tracks. But eventually, you did, thanks to Alina's little ball of light, the small thing being visible from a mile away in the dead of night. They looked exhausted even though it had only been 2 days since they left the palace. You slowly crept up on them, glad to be breaking up an intimate moment. If you couldn’t enjoy time with your other half, neither could they.

'Y/N?' She looked at you in surprise. You had been running on pure adrenaline for the majority of your journey but it was slowly fizzling out. You quickly grew tired.

'You're going to need all of the help you can get-' you sat next to them.

'-he's never going to stop.'

At that moment you realized you did know him, but you were just refusing to look at his bad side this whole time. Your optimism and love for him will be your downfall.

*I'll make a part 2 of this eventually, but don't hold your breath, it'll definitely take a while.

Part 2