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decode (pt. 3) - toji f. x reader

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part two | part four

previously titled: leave us

you and toji fushiguro have been in an on-again-off-again relationship all throughout high school. over the summer break after graduation, you find out you're pregnant. too bad toji has already skipped town after your last breakup.

tags: fem!reader, cheating, underage (mentions they have sex, but nothing explict, toji and reader are high school freshmen), mentioned eating disorder (not really a disorder, reader just forgets to eat, tag is just in case), mention of domestic abuse (not between toji & reader), americanized setting, non sorcerer universe, 00's setting, reader is megumi's mom, exes to lovers (eventually), their relationship is toxic rn, not beta read we die like toji :(

wc: 3.4k

You had met Toji in your first year of high school at some house party. Some sophomore that Utahime knew was throwing it, giving the two of you an in.

You and Utahime had been dancing on the dude’s couch, bottles in hand. You had never really drank before, but you made sure to keep yourself aware enough to get the two of you home by the end of the night. Your house was a fifteen minute walk from here, and your plan was to sneak the two of you through your window before three.

That’s when you saw him. He was leaning against the wall talking to some girl. Just by his looks, you thought he might have been a couple years above you. He was tall, taller than most guys in the house, and definitely more muscular. You were immediately attracted, Utahime giggled at you once she saw where you were looking. “You should go talk to him!” She slurred, still moving to the sound of the music with you.

“Seems like he’s got his hands busy.” You whisper-yelled over the music. He had them all over that girl.

“Utahime!” You heard from below the two of you. Hakari, the guy whose house this was (and your future coworker), held on to her hand as she almost stumbled over to look down at him. “We’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven! Y’all wanna come?”

“That’s fucking corny!” Utahime giggled, “Let’s go, Y/N!” The two of you followed in a straight line behind Hakari to a relatively empty, but still extremely loud hallway. You all sat down in a circle with a group of students you didn’t recognize.

“Hey, you guys weren’t gonna start the fun without us, right?” You hear from behind you. It’s the guy from earlier. He pushes his hair (you think it's black, but can’t tell from the lighting) back and takes a swig of a beer bottle. The girl from earlier is with him, along with another guy you didn’t recognize.

“Toji, let us use that bottle. Hakari broke the other one!” One guy yells over the music. “Thought this was seven minutes in heaven,” A girl with stark white hair begins, “You don’t need a bottle for that game.”

“Too much work to write everyone’s names down, there’s a bunch of freshmen here. I don’t know them.” Hakari responds.

“Scoot over!” The tall guy, Toji, yells at you over the music, and you do. Allowing his group of three to squeeze in next to you. Utahime giggles and leans over your lap to address him. “Hey!” She yells, almost falling over your lap. “What’s your name? My friend Y/N-”

“I’ll go first!” you yell, hoping to silence her before she can say anything embarrassing.

“Wheeeew look at the brave young freshman!” Hakari yells. “Hey, what’s your name again?” You ignore him and spin the bottle. 'Damn,' you think, 'I’m actually going to have to go into a closet with someone after this.' You just wanted to interrupt Utahime.

It lands on some guy you don't recognize.

“Wee woo wee woo!” Hakari yells, mocking a police siren. “New rule, freshman and senior pairings will not be allowed! Go again!” he yells at you. The group bursts out laughing as you grab the bottle to spin again.

The bottle spins and spins until it lands on… the girl that Toji was making out with earlier. She makes a face and looks at you. “I’m not into girls, sorry!” She yells.

“I am!” Utahime announces to the group.

“What the hell, Takako, you have such a dirty mind!” Hakari says. You can feel Toji eyeing you. It’s slightly unsettling. “Seven minutes in heaven does not imply romantic or sexual advances!”

She scoffs, “Then why didn’t you let her go in there with Kenjaku?” You’re doing everything you can to avoid Toji’s gaze. Seriously, what was this dude’s problem? Was there something on your face? Did your makeup come off to reveal the big ass pimple on your cheek? Shit, you knew you should’ve used more setting spray.

“Because it’s my duty to protect the young women attending my party, Takako! Better safe than sorry.”

Suddenly, you see a hand go down to the bottle and tilt it slightly. It’s Toji, and he’s pointed the bottle directly at himself. “Well, would you look at that! Seems like the bottle has mysteriously landed on me and not Takako!” He yells over the music.

You take this time to finally look him in the face. From this close, you notice the scar on the side of his lip, his piercing green eyes.

“But…” you say, confused, “they said no seniors and freshmen.”

The group bursts into laughter. “Don’t know if I should be offended or not.” He says.

“He’s in our year, Y/N!” Utahime exclaims, “He’s in my algebra class, I couldn’t remember his name though…”

“Wait, this isn’t how it works!” Takako says, panicked. Now that you’ve already looked at Toji, you can see her arm locked into his, she’s yelling into the group’s circle.

“The bottle lands where it lands!” Toji says, throwing his arms up. “Come on, mama,” he starts, untangling from Takako. “We got seven minutes.”

He grabs your arm and leads you to the hall closet. You can hear whoops and whistles from behind you, but you don’t know if it’s from your small group or from the rest of the party goers.

He turns the light on, and the two of you push back winter coats to make room in the closet. He closes the door behind the two of you. For a moment he’s quiet. He just looks at you. “You’re really pretty.” He says, leaning against the door, a little too cockily for a high school freshman.

“Thanks.” You say quietly. It’s a little less loud in the closet, music muffled by the bundle of winter coats. “Is um.. Is Takako your girlfriend or something?”

He laughs, “Why do you ask?”

“Because it’s pretty fucked up if you took me in here with her sitting right out there.”

He smiles. “Nah.” He says, leaning closer to you. “She’s not.”

You can feel his breath on your face, and smell his cologne from here. It’s a little strong, you can smell the beer in his breath too. “She’s into you though,” you say. He leans closer and you put your hand gently on his chest. Your lips are millimeters apart. “That was kinda mean,” He laughs again. “To be really, really honest, I don’t give a fuck about her.”

“That's really mean.” You respond, and suddenly your lips are on each other. This isn’t your first kiss, but Toji makes it feel like it is. You two grasp onto each other desperately, hold onto each other like you’ve known each other for years, like he’s a long lost love.

It doesn’t escalate from there, you two just kiss and kiss and kiss.

You don’t notice how long it’s been until you hear a knock on the door. Toji pulls away from your face and rests his forehead on yours. “Damn.” He says, licking his lips.

That night, Toji had offered to drive you and Utahime home. You had spent the last couple hours at the party together, you continued drinking while Toji refrained, wanting to drive you home.

He had helped you sneak Utahime into your bedroom. In your time spent with Toji, you hadn’t noticed her drinking more and more, so by the time you got her into Toji’s car, she was passed out cold.

You had held Utahime in your arms as Toji climbed into your window and pulled her through. You climbed in after.

“Thank you so much.” You said to him as the two of you lay her in your bed. “You’re seriously a life saver.”

“It’s no problem, anything for a pretty lady like you.” You rolled your eyes.

He climbed back out your window, turning around to face you one more time before you left. You lent onto your window sill and smiled at him. “I’ll see you on Monday?” you asked. He smiled back. “I’ll see you then.” He lent up and kissed you on the lips once more before turning back around and walking to his truck.

You did see him on Monday. And almost every Monday after.

You and Toji became incredibly close incredibly fast. Toji clung to you for affection, you clung to him for attention. You sat together at lunch everyday. He’d buy you Cokes from the overpriced vending machine and you’d invite him into your bedroom everytime it got to be too much at home. You guys never officially started dating, it just seemed like it happened overnight.

He never came over during the day. You were too nervous to tell your mother and he was too nervous to meet her.

She didn’t know you even had a boyfriend until Toji cheated on you. Not the best introduction. You were working late at the diner, you often did on weekends to speed up the process of your college fund. It was Shoko who had told you.

She, Geto, and Gojo had come to the diner after leaving a party. They were all clearly a little tipsy, so one of the older servers had passed them off onto you. “I’m not dealing with definitely-not-drunk teenagers at this time of night. I’m ready to go home.”

“Oh my god! I know you! You’re Y/N! We’re in the same government class!” Geto slurred. You smiled at him. “How are you guys doing? You go to Hakari’s party?” You asked.

“Yeah! It was really fun, but Gojo’s curfew is at one so we gotta get him sobered up.” Geto supplied.

“Hey, Y/N, are you still with Toji? I see you too together alllllll the time at school.” Gojo slurred. You laughed. “Kind of.” You and Toji had gotten into an argument that afternoon. Toji was going to that same party, and you, having to work, couldn’t go with. Somehow, it turned into an argument about who does more for who. You weren’t broken up, and you weren’t on a break, but you were both certainly angry with each other.

“Ohhhh what the fuck?” Gojo said, looking wide-eyed at his friends. They all looked between each other, clearly confused and talking to each other through their facial expressions.

“Uhh, Y/N, can you just get us some waters, and can you get Gojo like an omelet or some shit?” Shoko says. “Uhh yeah! Of course!”

“No mushrooms!” Gojo shouts as you walk away. You turn and give him a thumbs up.

That whole night, you could feel the tension from the table. Like they all felt bad for you. Like they pitied you. After they paid the bill and Geto and Gojo walked out, Shoko called you over. “Hey, Y/N, you almost done working?” She asked.

“Yeah, you guys were my last table for tonight. What’s up?”

“Look,” she says, “I don’t know what’s up with you and Toji, it’s not my business, but I think you should probably know he and Takako were all over each other at Hakari’s tonight.” She looked into your eyes to gauge a reaction.

Your heart had dropped. You could feel your fingertips tingling like you had lost all the blood in them. They felt lighter than the rest of your body. “Oh, uh, yeah it's not a big deal.” You say. You start to wring your hands on your waist apron. “Thanks for letting me know, though.” You attempt a smile at her. She looks at you with pity and concern, until you can almost visibly see her say ‘fuck it’ in her head. She leans in and gives you a hug.

You vowed it not to be true, but Shoko had no reason to lie to you. Gojo and Geto had no reason to act so strange when you mentioned you’re still with Toji. Shoko bringing up Takako was not a coincidence.

You squeeze her back and you can feel your breathing picking up. “T-Thank, um, Thank you.” you say.

You didn’t call him when your shift was over for him to pick you up as usual, instead opting to take the bus route. You got home that night, thankful to see that your mother had already gone to sleep. You ignored the food she left for you in the fridge and went straight to the shower.

You didn’t cry until you got into bed, when you could smell his cologne on your pillow. You stayed like that for hours. Curled up, silently sobbing, until you heard a light knocking on your window. You knew who it was. The only person it could be,

“Y/N?” He whispered through the window. He sounded panicked. You could hear the pane slide up and him climb in.

“Oh, shit, thank god.” He whispered, climbing into your bed. His voice was shaking. “Hey, you awake, mama?”

You turned around to face him. “You had me scared, baby.” He said, moving your hair out of your face. “You never called after your shift. Just ‘cause you’re mad at me doesn’t mean I won’t come get you.”

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“Huh?”

“You. Fucked. Her. Didn’t. You?”

His hand froze on your cheek.

You sat up in your bed. “You fucked her, and then you wanted to come and see me after?” You asked, voice rising with each word.

“Hey-”

“What?” You ask. You’re fully yelling now. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Y/N, stop yelling.” He warns. He stands up from the bed. You stand up and get in his face.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Toji!” You pushed his chest. He didn’t move an inch. “You don’t get to come in here, acting like you’re all worried about me! Acting like you give a fuck!” You were full on sobbing by now.

“Y/N-”

“What the hell is going on in here?” You hear your door swing open and whip around to see your mother standing at the door with a baseball bat in hand.

Shit.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get the hell out of here!”

Toji books it out the window, looking at you one last time before leaving.

“What the hell are you thinking, Y/N? You have a boy in here?” She yells at you. “You’re too young for this! Doing this under my roof, are you insane?”

You just stand there staring at the floor. “Mom?” You ask, voice cracking. She sets the bat down by your door and rushes to your side. “Did he hurt you? Y/N? What did he do?” You cling onto the back of her shirt and cry into her neck. “Mom-” Is all you can get out before you’re violently shaking and you can feel your knees give out.

It’s a week later when you see Toji again. Your mother had let you stay home from school for a day, and when you got back, Toji was nowhere to be found.

Word got around school quickly. If it hadn’t been Shoko who told you, It could’ve been ten other people. Utahime and Saori, another girl you befriended, became your lunch buddies, taking Toji’s place.

You didn’t want to seem as hurt as you felt, not with Takako grinning at you in the halls every time she saw you.

He was at your window that night. You didn’t have work, and had taken the free time to catch up on some assignment you had missed. You heard a knock on your window and immediately tensed. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself when you heard the pane slide up.

You hadn’t even thought about locking your window. Didn’t expect Toji to want anything to do with you.

“I saw the light on." He explained, like it gave him the right to come in, "Can we talk?” He whispered, “and can you not yell?” You didn’t look up at him. He towered over you from where you sat at your desk. “Can’t promise you anything.” You said. You pretended to work on an algebra problem, but you couldn’t focus with him in the room.

“Come with me to my truck then.” He pleads. You tap your pencil on the wooden desk and turn your head to look up at him. He looks a mess. Hair mussed like he hadn’t brushed it in days, clothes rumpled and stained. His right eye sports a fading black ring around it.

You bite your lip. You refuse to show any concern, but you're too curious. You point your pencil at his eye, “What happened there?” He stares at you for a second.

“Can you come or not?” He asks. This would be a common occurrence throughout the rest of your relationship. Toji showing up with a new bruise and brushing you off when you question it.

“Can you answer my question?” You taunt back.

“Please, Y/N.”

You sigh and throw your pencil down on the desk. “I’m doing homework, Toji.” You respond.

“Please.” He begs.

You know you shouldn’t. You and your mother had had a lengthy conversation just this morning. “You need to stay away from boys like him.” she said as she moved around the kitchen to prepare you breakfast. This hadn’t been a common occurrence until she noticed you had stopped eating. It wasn’t intentional, you just didn’t have the energy for it anymore. “They don’t do anything but lead you down a path you don’t want to go down, Y/N.” She says, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of you. “He’s showing you who he is right now. Believe him.”

You contemplated it. You knew, deep down, that you shouldn’t. Knew you should’ve called for your mom the second he tapped on your window. But you didn’t.

“Okay.”

The two of you crawled out of your window and walked a few houses down to Toji’s truck, parked in an abandoned parking lot. The two of you hop in at the same time. You had suddenly wished you grabbed your coat. It wasn’t necessarily cold, you just wanted something to comfort you.

“I fucked up.” There it is. His voice, even if he’s saying something incredibly delusional and ridiculous, that is your comfort. He turns in his seat to face you. You do the same, your foot coming up to rest in the seat.

“I really, really fucked up.”

“So what’s your excuse?” You ask. You know it’s a bit hurtful. That was a little intentional.

“I just.. I don’t have one.”

You think about that for a second. “Sooo…” you begin with a laugh, suddenly ten times more bitter than before. “You had sex with another girl… just because?” You ask.

He has nothing to say to that.

“What am I to you, Toji?”

He looks at you for a second like he’s pondering. Trying to put it into words, or maybe trying to come up with something. You didn’t know.

“Everything.” He says, finally.

You smile. It’s a nasty, bitter smile. “That so?” You ask. “I’d hate to see how you treat someone you hate. Gotta be pretty bad.”

“Baby..”

“I’m sorry if I’m misunderstanding you here.” You say, you put your foot back onto the floor of his truck. “You brought me out here, interrupted me, mind you, to what? Tell me that you cheated on me because you felt like it?”

You don’t think you’ve ever been this angry in your life. You get out of the car. Not waiting for a response. You slam the door, briskly walking back home.

“Y/N! Come the fuck on!” You can hear him slamming the door and following you. “Don’t walk out here by yourself.” He’s being dramatic. Your house is literally within your field of vision. You can hear his feet rushing to catch up to you. You turn around and point your finger at his chest. “Leave me the fuck alone.” You say with as much conviction as you can muster.

He does.

When you get back home, you realize you had left your phone on your desk next to your abandoned algebra homework. You have a message from Utahime waiting for you. When you open your flip phone up, you read

hime <3: wanna go 2 hakari’s w me this fri?

Suddenly you have an idea. Make him hurt like you did. Maybe a little worse, if he cared about you at all, that is. Deep down you knew he did. Even if only a little.

you: ofc :)

longer chapter for tonight! i'm having fun writing this! thank you for the support!

i changed the name to decode because i was listening to it while writing this chapter and it was a little bit too perfect. everybody say thank you hayley williams.

other songs i listened to while writing include

breaking benjamin - diary of jane

foo fighters - everlong

bts (suga) - trivia: seesaw

paramore - all i wanted

i feel like im on drugs rn

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wndaswife · 1 year

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Please please make a drabble about Taylor Sloane being denied to cum by reader because she's been bratty all day 🥺

「 taylor sloane & gn!reader 」

tags: smut, fluff, fingering, edging, praise, daddy kink, sub!taylor sloane, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1848

summary: Taylor snaps at you for trying to get her to feel sorry for how she treated the waiter at the restaurant you ate at together, and instead of letting her cool off, you decide to teach her a quick lesson.

“Yeah, this wasn’t what we ordered,” Taylor bit at the waiter, looking up at him with an unamused expression.

He turned back to your table and flipped through his notepad. “The… the shrimp fettuccine alfredo?” he read out loud, looking up at Taylor.

“I’m allergic to shrimp,” she said, pushing her plate towards him. “I wouldn’t have ordered that.”

You rested your forehead in your hand then looked out past the open balcony of the restaurant.

“I apologise for the misunderstanding,” the waiter apologised quickly. “Would you like me to take this away for you and come back with something else?”

Dismissively, Taylor replied, “Get the shrimp out of it. I want a new one.”

You heard the waiter take the plate from the table and scurry off.

“Can you believe that?” your girlfriend scoffed with the waiter still in earshot.

“It was a mistake,” you said, straightening and looking down at your bruschetta.

Taylor adjusted the fork and wine glass on her side of the table as if cleaning up the restaurant’s poor presentation. “After hearing the good reviews of these guys, you’d think they’d at least be someplace that pays attention to their orders,” she complained.

Ignoring her continued whining, you picked up a piece of bruschetta.

“Can I have a bite?” Taylor asked, leaning forward in her seat and smiling at you.

You positioned the bruschetta forward in front of her mouth and she stuck her hand underneath it to catch its crumbs before taking a bite. She hummed satisfiedly as she chewed.

“That’s really fucking good,” she said when she swallowed.

“Gonna post a positive review on your Instagram?”

She answered with a laugh, “No. They still got my order wrong.”

Now feeling irritated by her snarkiness, you said, “Taylor, it was an accident, Jesus. It’s still a perfectly fine restaurant.”

“When you have standing like I do on social media, then you’ll realise how important it is that I recommend actual good restaurants to my followers,” she replied, leaning back in her seat and looking over at the restaurant’s kitchen.

Taylor had good intentions, truly, she did. That knowledge was what kept your head together when she acted out like she did at the restaurant. Here and there, you’d bring certain situations up again at home or somewhere private, expressing how she’d made you uncomfortable. She was mostly understanding and mostly apologetic.

But not today.

“I didn’t love how you were behaving at the restaurant earlier,” you told her, setting down the house keys.

Sometimes it helped to be honest with her. You’d discussed this together before, previously setting boundaries about each other’s comfort and prioritising honesty.

Taylor scoffed and set her boots off to the side. “Behaving?” she jeered. “What am I, a child?”

“Are you?” you asked, following her into the living room where she sat down on the couch. “Because that’s how you were acting.”

She leaned forward, her hands on her knees. “Sure, okay, Y/N, then let’s just let them get away with having shitty customer service,” she retorted sarcastically, rolling her eyes and leaning back onto the couch.

You sat down beside her and turned on the television. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” you told her.

Taylor sat up on the couch, straightening her back and leaning forward with her arms thrown up in the air. “It’s not a big deal!” she said. “You’re making it a big deal. It’s a fucking restaurant.” She slumped back down onto the couch and crossed her arms petulantly.

For a moment you considered just letting her cool off and find it in her to apologise at some point. She would have to apologise for being a bitch sooner or later, because it truly wasn’t acceptable for her to treat those people the way she did simply because they misheard her order.

You looked over your shoulder to her and she was practically pouting, looking over at the window with her arms still crossed.

Then an idea came to you.

You set the remote down, letting some movie the two of you had been watching before you left for the restaurant play in the background. You moved close to her, placing a hand on her knee.

“Come on, Taylor, you know I don’t like to argue,” you said. “I don’t wanna see you all pouty.”

That made her more upset and she pushed your hand away while protesting, “I’m not pouty!”

“Okay, fine. You’re not pouty,” you gave in. “But I know you’re upset.” You moved closer so you could wrap your arm around her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug.

She looked away from you stubbornly.

You coerced, “Don’t be so childish. Tay, come on.”

“I’m not,” she answered.

“Prove it. Give me a kiss to show you’re not being a brat about it.”

While considering your words for a while, Taylor didn’t respond. Then finally she turned her head back to you and pecked your lips.

“There,” she bit. “Are you happy n-”

You wrapped your hand around her chin suddenly, keeping her face towards you as you continued to kiss her. With your free hand, you pulled her legs towards you so she was no longer balled up on the side of the couch. You carefully mounted her.

Her protests were muffled against your lips as she pushed at your shoulders and tried kicking you off. Your lips found her neck and Taylor’s squirming ceased. She pressed her lips together tightly and tried her hardest not to show any indication of pleasure.

But as you looked up at her from the soft slope between her shoulder and neck, you saw the way her eyes were shut tightly and felt the way her hand began to run up your back encouragingly.

Spoiling her a bit more, you groped her breast through her blouse, pulling the collar of it down slightly to slip your hand down beyond her bra, your fingers brushing against her nipple that hardened at your brief contact.

She shuddered beneath you and finally uttered out a quiet, “Y/N, please, more.”

“You want more, baby?” you asked, kissed her cheek.

Your girlfriend nodded quickly and her arms wrapped themselves around your torso.

Quick to oblige, your free hand ran down her stomach while you met her soft lips with your own, feeling her moan and exhale against you as you undid her shorts and slipped your hand into her panties.

Your fingers came into contact with her already-wet cunt and you ran your fingertips through her folds languidly.

“Oh, my pretty girl, this is all for me now, is it?” you inquired, giving her breast a harsh squeeze. Her body arched from the couch and with her hands flattened against your upper back, she pulled you against her so she could feel you close.

“Mhm,” she answered. “Always for you, Y/N.”

You kissed her lips and took her bottom lip between your teeth, tugging at it teasingly before letting go and pressing your lips to her temple. You drew circles against her opening with the pads of two fingers then after a moment, you slid three digits into her.

Taylor moaned and she buried her face in your neck.

“That’s my good girl,” you praised and felt her clench around your fingers at hearing your words.

Your thumb began flicking at her clit as your fingers found a pace to fuck her with. The confines of her jean shorts only allowed you to pull out so much, so you supplemented and thrusted your fingers back in with a certain force you knew she liked.

She began to massage her own breast while you worked on the other, clumsily pulling down her bra and collar of her sundress underneath her tits to allow her to tug at her nipple.

You parted your fingers inside of her, spreading her soft walls apart. You peppered her neck in kisses, moaning against her skin and letting her hear how much you loved she way she felt, how much you loved fucking her pussy.

“I’m close, daddy, please,” she pleaded, running her fingernails down your clothed back in desperation.

You lifted your head and released her breast to cup her cheek, making her face you. You kissed her swollen pink lips now removed of her lipstick and spoke against them, “I want to see you come for me, baby.”

Taylor was a wonderful lover in bed, simply because anything she refused to tell you you’d always be able to map out with her body. Oh, and how you loved shaping her with your hands, uncovering her secrets with her body and communicating in a language only the two of you knew.

You felt her as she grew close to her orgasm; she hugged you tighter, her breath hitched and nearly caught in her throat, her walls clenched around your fingers, she lifted her hips up and chased that flicking of your thumb against her clit.

You pulled out of her within a blink of an eye, leaving her to pant and catch her breath, feeling the way her heart beat wildly in her chest and the way sweat dripped down the back of her neck. Finding that it would’ve been cruel to laugh at her confused expression, you repressed your laughter and simply kissed her forehead as you pulled her bra and sundress back up and buttoned her shorts.

She stuttered as she sat up, “N-No, but I-I wasn’t… I didn’t-”

“I know,” you answered simply then pecked her lips. You slid your fingers into your mouth, tasting her juices and sitting back down in your previous spot.

“Better than the bruschetta, really,” you teased once you licked the last bit of her from your fingers.

But Taylor wasn’t even listening to the joke she certainly would’ve playfully kicked you for. She sat up onto her knees and leaned against you, tugging at your sleeve and arm.

“Please! Please, Y/N!” she begged.

But you just replayed the last fifteen minutes of the movie, seemingly having moved on.

“Please, I apologise, okay?” she supplemented desperately. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch at the restaurant. I’ll… I’ll write them a good review on my Instagram, even. Y/N, please!”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter and you looked over at her, trying to pull your arm away. But she had a pretty tight grip on it. “Taylor, oh my god,” you laughed.

“Please!”

Meeting her eyes, you saw the genuine remorse for her actions somewhere past her crazed libido. Not that you were surprised, because like you’d always known, Taylor did have good intentions despite her habit of being a bit of a brat.

Damn.

She had you wrapped around her finger.

Seriously.

You placed your hands on her hips and lifted her onto your lap, uttering a playfully begrudged, “Fine.”

Taylor cheered and hugged her arms around your neck, kissing your face all over.

“Oka-ay,” you whined. “Arms up. I gotta take your dress off.”

She obeyed quickly, but not before pecking your lips again.

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Bed of Roses [rockstar!eddie munson x fem!plus-sized reader]

pt. 1 The Single

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, this is based on the song by Bon Jovi but I'm going to pretend Eddie wrote the song (and any other songs I might include)

*do not post my work on other sites or take my original work. likes and reblogs are welcome*

wc: 2.1k

Please comment if I should make this a series!

*I recommend listening to Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi while reading.

He just released a new single. I hate it. It’s why I’m sitting down on the bathroom floor with a runny nose, tear-stained face, and a near empty bottle of wine. My eyes and lips are swollen, and the tears stopped falling hours ago.

It’s almost been two years since I’ve seen him. That damn song is probably not even about me, but I’m not convinced.

Earlier this evening is when I first heard it on the radio while I was driving to the store. “This is Corroded Coffin’s newest single Bed of Roses.” I can’t even remember where I was going, but I ended up back at home drunk on the floor.

I get up to rinse my face off with cold water before I hopefully fall asleep sooner rather than later. I look in the mirror just to not recognize the person I see. “Fuck you.” I turn out the lights and stumble my way into our bed. My bed, I mean. The darkness consumes me quickly as I lie there in dreamless sleep.

…

“Shit,” I say as I rub my head looking for my cigarettes and lighter. I slowly walk out of the room squinting as the sun is too bright and too loud. I walk out on the back porch and light my cig. I laugh to myself as I wonder why I still come outside to smoke. She’s not here to get onto me for smoking inside, and it’s my house anyway. As I finish up my cigarette, I see a woman I don’t remember walk outside and towards me in one of my shirts.

“Morning,” she says as she smiles bashfully at me.

“Mornin,” I say as I smash the last of my cigarette under my house shoe as I go to walk back inside.

“Wait, where are you going?” she says as she catches up to me and wraps her arms around me and kisses my cheek.

“I got a lot of shit to get done in the studio today.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’ll see you later then?”

I clear my throat before turning back to her.

“No, probably not. I um have to leave town for a few days,” I say while scratching my head and avoiding eye contact.

She left within an hour, but I didn’t hear her leave.

My scuffed black leather duffle bag sits on my bed as I stuff it with a few more shirts. I should have stopped using this bag by now. It’s all fucked up with scratches, and I could by a hundred new ones if I wanted to. I grab ahold of the small tag around one of the straps. I run my thumb over the embossed leather and smile.

To: Eddie

From: Birdy xx

She’s probably cursing me by now since the single released last night. I guess I better head to the studio, so I can get some work done before I catch my flight back to Indiana tonight.

…

“No, Nancy I’m fine,” I say as I walk into her office.

“I was just checking. You just seem a bit tired,” she says.

I ignore her words as I hand her a cup of coffee and take a seat on the green chair in front of her.

“I think I am going to leave town for a few weeks,” I say quickly. “I need to get some fresh air outside of Hawkins city limits.”

“Birdy, are you sure? You know Dustin’s graduation is this weekend,” she says knowingly.

“Yeah, I think he will forgive me if I give him a good graduation gift,” I say hopefully. She looks at me over the top of her newspaper. “I have to go anyway. Steve needs my help with organizing Dustin’s graduation party.”

I walk out into the parking lot and see my black 1969 Mustang. I get in and set my purse on the white leather passenger seat. I drive over to Family Video with the windows down listening to Wild Side just to spite him because I know how much he hates Tommy Lee.

I pull up outside, shut my door, and walk up on Robin and Steve talking at the counter. I briefly hear Eddie’s name before Robin elbows Steve in the ribs, and he quickly turns around running a hand through his hair.

“Hey Birdy, I didn’t hear you come in,” he clears his throat.

“I just came in to discuss Dustin’s party details with you,” I say taking off my sunglasses.

“Right, uh do you want to come over later to talk about it?”

“Actually, right now is better because I’m leaving town today,” I say as confidently as I can.

Robin spits out her drink behind the counter in a fit of laughter.

“Perfect timing Birdy, you must have heard the news already then,” she says as Steve tries to signal to her to be quiet.

“I didn’t. Do you care to enlighten me?” I say quizzically looking between the pair.

Steve takes a few seconds before speaking. He looks to be trying to carefully choose his next words.

“I was actually just telling Robin that uh Eddie will be staying with me this weekend since he’s coming in for Dustin’s graduation,” he stutters out nervously.

“I see,” it looks like I need to leave sooner then. “When is he supposed to get here?” I say leaning over the counter glaring at Steve.

“Well–you see, he’ll be here around ten o’clock,” Steve says looking to Robin for reassurance. She nods in agreement.

I look down at my watch “10:17 a.m.”

“Please tell me you mean p.m. like tonight,” I say through gritted teeth.

“I really wish I could, Birdy,” Robin says, “But I can’t exactly do that.”

“Damn it,” I say just in time to hear the doorbell chime as someone walks in the store.

I don’t turn around. I’m pretty sure my waist is stuck to the counter.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he says wrapping his arm around my shoulders, “Harrington, Buckley.”

“Hargrove,” Steve says annoyedly.

I nudge his arm and roll my eyes, but still sigh in relief. He moves his arm and winks at me.

“I just came by to return this,” he says sliding the tape across the counter.

Robin grabs the tape and walks to the other side of the counter and Billy follows.

I spend half an hour discussing party details with Steve, but most of the time he spends trying to convince me to stay in town because “this is an important moment in Dustin’s life” and “he really wants you there Birdy.”

I know it’s important and I do want to be there, but I don’t want to if he’s going to be there. I spend a few minutes thinking of how I can get myself out of this one without upsetting Dustin. Nothing comes to mind.

“Steve, fine. I won’t leave. I cross my heart and hope to die and all that,” I say sarcastically. “I actually have to go anyway. I have to pick up Ozzy before noon, and I have to pick up lunch for Wayne and drop it off at the trailer.”

“Birdy, are you sure? I don’t mind running it over there on my lunch,” Steve says comfortingly.

“Yeah Harrington, he’s probably not even in town yet, and if he is I am going to have to face him sooner or later anyway,” I grumble.

…

I make right on time to pick up Ozzy. I give El an apologetic glance as she is waiting on me before leaving for her lunch break.

“Thanks for waiting on me El,” I say as I take Ozzy from her.

“No problem, Max is not here to pick me up yet,” she smiles.

The small black, white, and gray terrier in my arms licks my cheeks and barks excitedly. I rub his soft fur as I walk outside with him.

“Well don’t you look handsome, today?” I say in my baby voice.

Ozzy doesn’t care much and just jumps into the passenger seat to stand up to look out of the window. I laugh to myself as I drive to Benny’s to pick up Wayne’s lunch. I started taking him lunch on Friday’s since he’s retired after Eddie hit it big and paid off all of Wayne’s debt, which I’m glad for because Wayne deserves to spend the last of his years just relaxing.

I make the familiar drive through Forest Hills to the Munson’s trailer. I park in front and let Ozzy out and he runs around the front then follows me up the steps. I knock on the screen door.

“Just a second,” I hear Wayne say. “Good to see ya darlin’ how are ya today?”

“I’m doin’, okay,” as I say following him inside.

I sit the bag on the table and begin unpacking our burgers and fries. I take out two sodas from the fridge, and hand one to Wayne who has yet to sit down. I don’t say anything and go to sit down until I hear Ozzy start barking down the hall. Wayne gives me an apologetic look before I make sense of the situation. Ozzy stops barking. That’s when I hear it. That damn laugh. I move away from the table and to the front door.

“I-I will come back later to pick up Ozzy,” I say to Wayne with a shaking voice and my back to the front door.

Before I can turn to get the door open, Eddie comes into the living room carrying Ozzy and smiling. He looks up, makes eye contact with me, and clears his throat. I look at the floor.

“Uh hi Birdy, long time no see,” he says putting Ozzy down and slowly approaching me like I’m a scared animal about to take off. To be fair, he’s not wrong.

Before he can take another step, I turn around and burst through the door and jog to the door of my car, but before I can open it there’s a hand on the door. It’s definitely not mine. Those aren’t my rings.

“Shit,” I say to myself before slowly turning to face him and those pretty brown eyes.

“Birdy, please stay. I need to talk to you,” he says giving me puppy dog eyes that could put Ozzy to shame.

“Eds, I mean Eddie,” I say trying to back up, but my ass is already against the car. Eddie physically flinches as I correct myself. “I can’t do that. You know that” I say looking down at my shoes.

“Baby please, just for a few minutes,” I know you don’t really want to talk to me. I just need a few minutes and then you can leave.”

Eddie scoots closer to me, trapping me between him and my car. I clear my throat and look him in the eyes. Anger quickly forms in me. Eddie starts to look worried. He should. Before he can say something else, I knee him in the crotch, and he falls backwards on the ground. I wince as I look at him in pain, but it quickly subsides as I remember what that prick did to me. I open the door then turn to him still groaning on the ground.

“Maybe you should have tried to talk before you stuck your dick in someone else,” I say glaring at him before I slam the door, start my engine, and speed off.

…

Wayne walks outside seeing Eddie on the ground still. Ozzy runs down the steps and goes right up to Eddie licking his face.

“You kinda’ deserved that one, son,” Wayne says looking down the trail of dust you left after driving off.

“I fucking know. I fucked up. I get it,” Eddie says, finally sitting up with a scowl on his face.

Wayne sits on the steps and takes out a cigarette lighting it. Eddie gets up and walks over to sit next to Wayne. He takes out his own cigarette and lights it.

“Ya know Uncle Wayne,” Eddie says before blowing out some smoke. “I regret buying her that car since all she uses it for now is to run from me.”

Wayne stands up and opens the door. “Ya know that’s your fault boy. You can’t blame her for your stupid choices,” Wayne says before walking inside and letting the door slam.

Eddie puts his head in his hands. He sighs and looks up seeing Ozzy smelling something in the grass. “Ozzy, you can convince her to talk to me, right?” Ozzy walks over to Eddie and puts his front paws on Eddie’s knee. “Yeah buddy, you’ll help me convince Birdy,” he says petting the small dog. Ozzy excitedly tilts his head at the name of his owner. “Come on, let’s go inside,” Eddie says standing up and looking down the gravel path before whispering “fuck” under his breath and following Ozzy inside.

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chapter twelve — juro que

➝ love is always the best medicine, and charlie is willing to give fernando all the doses he needs to recover.

➝ word count: 5,9k

➝ warnings: hallucinations, hospital, puppets and ron dennis (not in that order)

➝ author's note: tagging @christianpulisic10, @alonsogirlie, @he-is-the-destined, @sunnytkm23 and @enaticosencantados as requested.

The lights obscured Fernando's vision, the loud sound of people applauding making him feel dizzy as he tried to make out his surroundings. The place reminded him of a familiar television studio he had been to a few weeks earlier to promote the race in Las Vegas. What was he doing there again?

“Wait a second… Why am I in Madrid? Shouldn't I be in the United States?”, he thought.

— We're back with Fernando Alonso, two-time Formula 1 world champion and Aston Martin driver — he heard a familiar voice say. He turned his head to the right and managed to focus his vision on the face of Pablo Motos, the host of the television show he had just made an appearance on. Only this time, he had a dark green headset on his head.

He raised an eyebrow, confused. Why was he wearing one of the headphones from the Aston garage? Even more perplexing, why was he speaking in English? Fernando thought about prodding him to ask him when he had learned English in the first place, because he knew Pablo didn’t speak the language that well. As he reached out to tap Pablo on the shoulder to ask, he felt a twinge of pain in his hand, as if something had pierced the skin.

— Fernando, the last time you were here, we already talked about the season and adapting to a new team, but we need to talk about this — Pablo said, pointing to the screen on the right side of the stage. The images projected on it made Fernando’s stomach twist.

It was a picture of the moment he met Charlie in the Aston Martin garage after his victory in Montreal. From the moment Fernando had crossed the finish line, all he could think about was sharing it with her. After all, she was responsible for their victory that day. She’d made that joy possible. Charlie believed in him and urged him on, even when he thought he’d never be able to catch Max, and their efforts had paid off.

However, Fernando remembered how he felt at the moment in the picture. Their hug carried so much more than the joy of victory. It was that moment, when Charlie was in his arms, laughing and wiping away her tears, that Fernando realized that he loved her.

— Yeah, that’s me and my race engineer...

— You two are very good friends, aren't you? — the host asked, a mischievous smile on his face.

— Yeah, Charlie is a good friend of mine — Fernando answered, trying to ignore the feeling that he had already answered that question before. “People ask about her all the time, this is normal”, he thought to himself, squirming uncomfortably in the chair he was sitting on — She's always by my side, she's my eyes outside the car, so to speak.

— Well, I know of two… I think calling them people would be a stretch, but they’re both very interested in discussing this with you — Pablo said, before turning to the audience, giving them a very rehearsed-looking smile — Everyone, please give a round of applause for Trancas and Barrancas!

In front of him, two light purple puppets with bulging eyes and yellow teeth rose from a cut-out space of Pablo’s desk. For some reason, Fernando never realized how comical they looked, intended to be a cartoonish impression of what an ant looked like. They normally had some sort of prop or costume, but this time, Fernando was shocked when they each were wearing brown wigs with long hair and wispy bangs, with dark green headsets on their heads to match Pablo’s. One of them — Barrancas, the one with the unibrow and buck teeth — had his hair down, while the other puppet, Trancas, who had a vacant expression and a singular, off-center tooth, had his wig styled in a messy bun.

They were dressed as Charlie.

— Good evening! Good evening! — Trancas said, turning to the audience and nodding, his pupils rattling humorously around the plastic domes that formed the puppet’s eyes. They were also speaking English, which gave Fernando even more of an uneasy feeling.

— Good evening, Fernando — Barrancas said, his bangs falling awkwardly over his monobrow.

— Good evening — he murmured, confused. Things were starting to feel distinctly odd — Why are you wearing those outfits?

— We decided to wear these things to make you more comfortable, and because it seems to be in style now — Barrancas said, shaking his head and ruffling his hair.

— And because you like Charlie…

— Shut up, Trancas — the puppet scolded, before turning to Fernando again — So, taking advantage of your being here, we decided to submit you to a test that you’ve done before, but this time, we have a bigger, better, more accurate version, to see if you remain sincere in your answers or if you are…

— Easily swayed by a pretty woman — the other puppet said, turning toward the audience as they broke out into cheers and whistles.

— What do you think, Fernando?

He didn't have time to respond before the puppets cheered and the crew came onto the stage with the equipment for the game, as loud music and applause filled the studio. Before he knew it, Fernando was strapped to the chair he’d been sitting on, with sensors strapped to his chest, arms, and legs. The one on his right leg had been cinched a bit too tight, causing his ankle to hurt.

— Are you ready? — Barrancas asked, not waiting for a response from Fernando before continuing — Let’s get started!

More applause. More of the suspenseful soundtrack in the background. More lights. More pain.

— Fernando Alonso, if that's really your name — Trancas began, his antennae and pupils shaking — Tell us, honestly and don't lie… Do you like Charlie Whitlam?

Fernando blinked. “What kind of question is that?”, he wondered.

— Yes, I do.

One of the lights that had been placed on the table came on, and the public reaction was completely negative, as well as the sound that went off in the studio.

He was lying.

— I can't believe it, Fer — someone said beside him. When he turned his face, the pilot realized that it was no longer Pablo Motos who was there, but Alberto, wearing a blue sweatshirt and his arms crossed on the table — Are you lying to the whole world straight away?

— What are you doing here, Galle?

— That doesn't matter, now answer the question.

— But…

— Mr. Fernando Alonso — Trancas said, his voice high and shrill — Do you like Charlie Whitlam?

— No? — he replied in a low voice, without any certainty.

Green light. “But how?”, the driver thought.

— Well, you don't like her — Barrancas said, ruffling his dark hair — So does that mean you love her?

Fernando swallowed hard.

That word seemed small compared to what he felt for Charlie.

After Andrea broke up with him, Fernando simply stopped thinking about trying to maintain a romantic relationship. Quite apart from the strain of a life of travel and constant and total focus on the races he needed to do, there was the whole issue related to his desire to maintain his own privacy while being around people who were clearly too delighted or scared with the fame and the spotlight to continue with the relationship.

In the end, love became a futile effort, a waste of time and energy he preferred to save for his professional life. Until Charlie sat next to him on the tires during pre-season testing.

She was an interesting enigma for Fernando. She'd had a completely different upbringing than he had, but with the same result. She had been fascinated by cars since she was a little girl and enjoyed karting as much as he did. She understood the world of Formula 1 as much as he did. Rather, she loved that world.

Falling in love with Charlie was easy. When Fernando realized it, he had a sinking heart, holding her while she had a panic attack due to the storm. He, who never minded the rain, came to dread it every time he was next to her. He couldn't bear to see Charlie shaken like that again, completely torn to pieces in front of him.

She deserved to be happy, a wide smile lighting up her expression, her eyes narrowed under the bangs that made her completely unique in his eyes. Charlie deserved it and Fernando was willing to give it to her, whether it was on the track or when they were alone in their little bubble. He would give her the whole world, even if it meant his ruin.

— Yes. I love Charlie.

The green light flickered in front of him, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. He knew he was speaking the truth, but there was a certain tension in having his own words called into question.

— Do you want to date her? — Trancas asked.

— Well, we kind of date…

Red light. Siren. Lie.

— Have you asked Charlie to be your girlfriend yet? — Barrancas questioned.

— No, but… Do I need to?

— C’mon, Fernando! — someone shouted from the audience. Turning to face forward, the driver found Lance on his feet, looking completely outraged by his answer — Of course you do! You told me that yourself, that you needed to talk to her...

— The problem is, when I thought about doing that, she just ran out of my room in her underwear…

A wave of gasps rose from the audience as a horn blared through the studio. Looking at the other people, Fernando realized that he was facing people he knew. Lewis, Flavio, Giancarlo, Jarno, as well as Raquel and Dasha, were all there, protesting his words.

— Hey, hey, hey, hold on, champ! — one of the puppets interrupted him suddenly — This is a family show, no details like that…

— But I didn’t say anything…

— Doesn't matter, we can only talk about stuff like that after ten, okay? — the ant said.

— Mr. Alonso, answer us with complete sincerity — Barrancas began — And without lying, eh? Are you willing to someday marry Charlie Whitlam?

The question made his heart sink inside his chest. He had fantasized about his wedding a few times when he was young, especially when he was engaged to Raquel. However, after his divorce, it became just another beautiful experience of life that had come to an end. Fernando had even thought about getting married again, first with Lara and then with Linda, but nothing very concrete.

Then he saw Charlie in that white jumpsuit at the boutique in Lugano, looking into his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. His mind drew the scenario almost automatically. White lace, hair up, a shy smile on her face and white English roses in her hand.

— No. I will marry her.

Green light. Truth.

— Interesting — a deep voice replied, the British accent rising. Looking to the side again, Fernando found that Alberto was no longer there, but Ron Dennis. Wearing a suit and tie, the man was smiling at him in a rather sadistic way as he stroked a very familiar orange cat — And do you think she wants to marry you?

— Yes.

Red light. Lie.

— Oops — Trancas said, laughing — I think you're wrong.

— Charlotte is an amazing woman, Fernando — Ron said, running a hand over the fur of the cat he was holding — She deserves the best there is in this world.

— I know, and I'm the best for her.

Red light. Lie. Looking at the device placed on the table, right in front of him, the driver was completely shocked.

— Even you don't believe that, Fernando — Ron said, chuckling.

— I do believe it, she is the woman of my life! — he exclaimed — I don't even know what you're doing here, you have nothing to do with it.

— Of course I do, who brought you back to McLaren in 2015? — the man asked — You would never have met Charlotte if it weren't for me. I even think you owe me a thank you.

— First, it's Charlie, she doesn't like being called Charlotte. Second, I won't thank you, those years at McLaren only hurt everyone!

Green light. True.

— I call her whatever I want, I know what's best for her.

— No, you do not know. Charlie is not a child. She knows what's best for herself. And I'm only going to believe that she wants nothing to do with me anymore when she tells me so.

Ron pressed his thin lips together.

— And while she doesn't speak?

— I'll keep imagining our lives, our wedding, even our children.

— Do you want children? — Trancas asked. Looking at the puppet, he couldn't help but smile.

— I do. And Charlie will be their mother.

There weren't any horns or lights going on. Suddenly, there was nothing else holding Fernando to the bench, not even Trancas and Barrancas in the space in the middle of the table. There was no audience, no soundtrack. There was just him and Ron Dennis, holding Charlie's cat in his lap and scratching its pointy ears.

— I think your time here is up — the man said, getting up from the bench.

— My time? — Fernando asked.

— They are waiting for you — Ron replied, placing the cat in his arms.

— They? Who are you talking about?

— Your exit is through that door — Dennis said, pointing to a corner of the studio behind him — And don't forget to give him back to his owner.

It was time for Fernando to turn his head to find the door for his former team boss to disappear. He was alone, holding the feline Ron in his arms, completely confused. Looking at the cat, the driver was in doubt for a few seconds before heading towards the door, feeling some irritating pain in his right foot.

When he opened the door, the light overshadowed his vision for a few seconds. Blinking his eyes hard and passing his free hand over his face, it took Fernando a few seconds to realize where he was. The well-wooded lane, with benches positioned just ahead of him, gave him a good lead. However, it was a man passing by wearing a familiar shirt that confirmed his suspicions.

He was in Oviedo.

Walking through the park, Fernando had no idea what to do. Should he try to go home? But if he was downtown, he would need to take a cab to Cayes, where his parents' house was. “Do I even have any money for a cab?”, he asked himself, looking for a place to stop and look for some money inside his jeans.

Then, he heard a familiar laugh.

It was a laugh he loved.

Turning back, he saw a group sitting under some shade. The older couple were holding each other, watching a little girl tell something, gesturing with her hands. Beside them, another couple with two teenage girls were listening intently to the smaller one, as was the other woman, who had a bulging belly.

It was his parents.

Lorena and Edo. Maria and Bianca.

Charlie.

— The duck said ‘quack’ and went back to the lake with the piece of banana I gave him — the little girl exclaimed — Did it like it, mamá?

— I'm sure, my dear — Charlie replied, running a hand through the girl's dark hair before she turned away. The strong chin, sweet smile and blue eyes was what he needed to be sure, eyes filling with tears.

He was looking at his daughter.

— Come on, Bia — the girl said, the wind swaying her green dress — Let's play ball!

His niece smiled as she got up and ran after her cousin, who was holding a white soccer ball. Watching the two play, Charlie rubbed her belly, probably thinking about what it would be like when their other child arrived. Walking slowly towards them, Fernando couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was.

That was his family, his life. He had parents, a sister, a brother-in-law and two nieces that he loved unconditionally. He had a partner he was completely in love with and two kids with her. Two pieces of his own heart out of his chest, the two greatest treasures he could have in life.

— Papá! — the little girl exclaimed, with a wide smile, waving at him as she guided the ball towards him.

— Mi cielo — he replied, as he followed, the pain in his arm from holding Ron growing stronger.

— Look, papá, I know how to do just like Vini!

— Yes, mi cielo...

— Get the ball, papá — the girl said, kicking the ball hard.

As the ball hit Fernando squarely in the face, his vision went white.

Charlie was tired. Tired of crying, tired of walking the hospital corridors, tired of sitting there, staring at Fernando, completely inert, while the machine above him beeped rhythmically, indicating that his heart was still beating. It was a sign that he was still with her, just not in the way she wanted.

She, along with Luis, Edo and Alberto, were informed early on Sunday morning that Fernando's injuries were not life-threatening, and that he should make a full recovery. The news was met with sighs of relief and thanks to God in whispered Spanish. However, that didn't mean he was out of the woods, quite the contrary. In addition to the ankle fracture that required surgery to stabilize, Fernando had suffered a grade-three concussion, which meant the end of the season for him and, in a way, for Charlie as well.

— He's going to be very upset — Luis muttered, putting one hand in his pocket, something everyone there agreed on. Fernando hated missing a free practice, much less a race. Breaking the news to him would be difficult, but that was a matter to be discussed with him awake.

That is, when he woke up.

After Fernando had surgery and was transferred to a room, his doctors expected him to wake up after the anesthesia wore off, but that did not happen. A neurologist brought in for a consult examined Fernando and determined that he was experiencing an expected reaction from his body, considering that he had already had other concussions of varying grades. A neurological exam with an EEG showed that his brain activity was normal, and he was just in what was functionally a very deep sleep, but that didn't make the wait any easier.

Looking at the hands on the wall clock only made Charlie feel more anxious. The feeling of helplessness in the face of the situation was overwhelming inside her chest and there was nothing she could do but take quick naps and sip cups of coffee that seemed completely tasteless.

Luis, Edo, and Alberto offered to take turns, to allow everyone a few hours off from keeping vigil at Fernando’s bedside, but Charlie declined. Something inside her told her that she would feel better if she went to the hotel to take a shower, eat a real meal and sleep in an actual bed, but doing so would mean leaving the man she loved alone. What if he woke up and she wasn’t there? She wasn't capable of that, not when she'd made that mistake before.

He needed her and Charlie was determined to stay there as long as she had to, even if she had to fight her own body. But with the arrival of another night, she was starting to lose the fight. With her head resting against her hand and her eyes closed, she was dozing lightly, the sound of the equipment monitoring Fernando's vital signs lulling her into a light sleep.

— Charlie? — a whisper made her shift in her chair. It was definitely some sort of auditory hallucination, she thought, because of how tired she was.

However, hearing the whisper a second time, Charlie was sure someone was calling her. Opening her eyes, she found Fernando with his eyes half closed, watching her. Running a hand over her face, she couldn't believe it.

— Fer — Charlie replied, jumping to her feet, her eyes filling with tears — It's me, I'm here.

— Where am I? — he asked.

— You're in the hospital — she said, wiping a hand over the tear that had trickled down her cheek. Charlie couldn't believe he was finally awake.

— In Vegas?

— Yes, we're still in Las Vegas.

He lifted his hand slowly towards hers, which was resting on the cold bed rail. Feeling his fingers land over hers, Charlie let go of the plastic and took his hand.

— What happened? Did I crash?

— Yes. You touched Pierre at the second chicane and flipped your car on the first lap.

He looked away, trying to move his body. After confirming that the hands and arms were fine, he tried moving his feet, first the left and then the right. Realizing he couldn't move his right foot, he lifted the blanket, staring at the soft cast that immobilized part of his leg.

— You've broken your ankle, they had to do surgery — Charlie said — The accelerator pedal broke in the crash, all of the force must have gone into your foot, so they have it immobilized. Oh, and you had a concussion too, but no other serious head injuries. I mean, aside from the fact you’ve been unconscious for two days, but…

— Two days? — he asked, looking shocked.

— Yes, two days. It's Monday evening.

He pressed his lips together, staring at the logo on her clothing. Looking down, Charlie felt a little self-conscious about wearing the same uniform since Saturday night, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered when he was there, in front of her, alive.

— Didn't you go back to the hotel?

— No. I've been here since Saturday night. I arrived a little after you, actually.

— Charlie...

— I couldn't go back, Fer — she whispered, her thumb stroking his skin — I couldn't leave you here alone.

— But what about Alberto? And Edo, and Luis? Did they go home?

— No, the three of them are at the hotel, waiting for you to wake up to come see you. They’ve been in and out, they all left a little while ago…

Fernando was silent for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on their intertwined hands.

— Why did you stay?

— Because you needed me...

— Charlie — he said, cutting her off — Tell me the truth.

— But — she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.

— I opened my heart to you and you ran away from me — Fernando snapped, dryly — Now you're here, by my side, holding my hand...

— Do you want me to let go of your hand?

— I want you to be honest with me.

Charlie felt a lump rise in her throat. Why did it have to be so difficult?

— Fer...

He looked up at her seriously.

— If, after everything we've been through together, you can't tell me how you feel, I think you better let go of my hand and leave.

— I wouldn't go even if you wanted me to.

— Yes, you would.

— Of course not — Charlie snapped.

— Why not? You did before…

— Because I love you! — she exclaimed. The volume of her voice made Fernando flinch, before Charlie remembered what the doctor had said about concussions causing visual and auditory sensitivity. Then she continued in a lower voice — I love you, Fer.

Fernando stared at her, seeming to process the words.

— I just didn't tell you before because I — Charlie hesitated for a few seconds — I was scared. I thought what we had was something casual, but I only told myself that because I was so afraid of how deep my feelings for you had gotten, and when you told me you loved me, I panicked. You had finally given the right name to the crushing feeling I feel in my chest every time I'm with you. It is not joy, it is not peace, it is not passion. It's love. It's simply love. And even still, it scares me.

Looking down at their hands, more tears filled her eyes.

— Does love scare you? — he asked.

— My love for you scares me. In fact, all the feelings you can provoke in me scare me. You've already made me feel so much that I didn't allow myself before — she stopped for a few seconds — My life is intertwined with yours in a way that I can't explain. And it's this lack of an explanation for my logical brain that makes it all scary.

— Love doesn't have to be logical — Fernando murmured.

— I found that out sitting in that armchair, waiting for you to wake up. It makes no sense for me to love someone I hated so deeply, but at the same time, it makes the most complete sense when you are the person who understands me, even though I am the mess of a person I am. What I feel for you is love. It has no logic or limit. And I just hope you accept mine the same way I accept yours.

He let go of her hand suddenly, which made Charlie's stomach sink. After some silence, she decided that was her last shot with him.

— I don’t know if you remember but in Montreal, in 2015, I ran out of the motorhome after the debrief and hid between the paddock buildings to cry — she whispered — I was mad at you, so mad. And Lewis just happened to find me there, sobbing. We talked about what happened and he gave me some valuable advice that day.

— What did he say?

— He told me not to let you into my head — she replied, seeing his pursed lips — But today, I realized he didn't say anything about my heart. And you entered mine.

Fernando gave a small smile.

— He's an asshole.

— He said the same about you.

— Oh, he did? Good to know…

The two looked at each other for a few seconds in silence.

— Well… — Charlie said.

— What?

— It’s just as simple as that, I suppose, that I love you, and that I hope you still love me, too — she whispered.

— I never stopped loving you, Charlotte — Fernando replied, placing his hand on her face — Not even for a second. And you don't have to be afraid of anything. I will take care of your heart with all the love it deserves.

With her chest filling with warm sensation, Charlie leaned over the bed rail, placing a soft, tear-tasting kiss on his lips. The relief of having him alive and well mingled with the happiness of loving and being loved despite being far from perfect. She was finally safe.

After a few more delicate kisses and Fernando asking other questions about the race, Charlie took it upon herself to call the doctor who was taking care of him to take a look at him. Then, she called Edo, letting him know that his brother-in-law was conscious and oriented, news that he received with great joy.

— I'll let everyone around here know he's awake — he said — His mother will be so relieved, Lore told me she wasn't sleeping well with worry.

— I can imagine — Charlie replied, watching Fernando as a nurse took his blood pressure.

— Do you want to go back to the hotel? I can come over and sit with Fer so you can rest.

Charlie bit her lip. She was completely exhausted, but she didn't want to leave Fernando behind. It wasn't as if he wasn't getting the best treatment, much less that he was incapacitated in any way, but she took it as an obligation. However, the last thing Charlie wanted was to suffocate Fernando, even more so in this situation.

— I'll talk to him and let you know, okay?

— Yeah, no problem — he said — Give him a hug from me and tell him I'll see him tomorrow morning at the latest.

After hanging up the phone, Charlie approached the bed again. Looking at her, Fernando had a small smile on his lips.

— Edo?

— Yeah. He said he's coming to see you tomorrow morning.

— Is he coming with you when you come back?

She blinked.

— Well, I thought I'd stay here one more night.

— Why?

— So I can take care of you.

The driver laughed.

— Charlie, I'm in a hospital. There's no shortage of people here to take care of me.

— But they're not me.

— True, they aren’t, but — he said, bringing a hand to her face — But it's no use trying to take care of me if you're not taking care of yourself.

— I'm fine — Charlie snapped — I can stay awake a lot longer. In fact, I had many nights like this in university.

— You were 20 years old then, you could get away with it — Fernando said, his thumb stroking her cheek — Now, you need to listen to your body and rest. I’ll be fine, I promise.

His concern made something warm inside her chest. "Love, this is love", Charlie thought to herself, smiling.

— Okay, I'm going to the hotel — she relented — But I'll be back tomorrow morning, very early, okay, my love?

Fernando smiled.

— Perfect, mi amor.

After a few goodbye kisses and a good-natured joke about how handsome he looked with a fuller beard, Charlie finally left his room, making her way to the hospital lobby practically floating. It was as if she were in a romance book, in which the protagonists were finally living their “happily ever after”.

Well, until she looked outside the hospital.

In front of the building, what seemed to be more than a dozen cameras were pointed at the entrance door, along with a good number of journalists and photographers. It was clear that there would be people there, waiting for anyone who could give more information about Fernando. And, considering she was in the team uniform, she was the perfect person for it.

— Miss, do you need help? — a man wearing a white coat and surgical scrubs asked. She explained the situation, and the man took her to an exit leading to the staff parking lot, which was free of reporters.

“An angel”, Charlie thought, as she made her way back to The Signature in an Uber, ducking slightly so reporters wouldn't see her leaving the building. The entire drive there was a big blur, as was the arrival at the suite. After taking a shower and calling in-room dining service to order something to eat, she allowed herself a moment of contemplation, looking up at the ceiling.

Fernando was fine, he was alive. And most of all, he still loved her. He had never stopped loving her, not for a second, not even when she feared her own feelings for him. And being loved by that man was a sublime feeling, better than anything Charlie had ever felt in her life.

There was so much more than just sexual chemistry between the two, but something much stronger and deeper. What they had was something that even the word she was most afraid to use to describe it — love — seemed inadequate. Fernando didn't complete her, because Charlie was sure she was a complete person without him, but he complemented her. He brought out the best in her and that was...

— Fuck, Charlie — she muttered to herself, wiping the tears that had trickled from her eyes. However, unlike the last few days, these were tears of joy.

She was happy.

Finally happy.

The next morning, Charlie was back at the hospital, feeling much better than she had the day before. “He was right”, she thought, as she walked past the reporters in silence, lowering her Brighton cap a bit. After checking in at the reception desk and getting a visitor’s badge, she went up to Fernando's room, wondering if he’d gotten some more sleep, if he was awake, if he’d been able to eat, and if he was in any pain.

Knocking softly on the door of room 249, the answer came in his expression, which looked much more rested. Not only that, he looked happy.

— Good morning, everyone — Charlie said, greeting Edo, Luis and Alberto who had arrived there earlier, before approaching the bed slowly — Good morning, Fer.

— Good morning, nena — he replied, stretching out his hand toward her — Did you get some rest?

— Yes — she said, giving his hand a light squeeze before releasing it. The reaction made the driver raise an eyebrow at her — What?

— Aren’t you forgetting something?

She looked down at herself, trying to imagine what she could have left at the hotel that she hadn't noticed, but Fernando had.

— No, I have everything here.

— What about my kiss? — he asked, giving her the puppy-eyed look that made her give in to his every request, even the most absurd of them.

— Fer — Charlie said through clenched teeth, feeling her cheeks heat up.

— Come on, it's not like they don't know we've been together for over six months — Fernando said, looking at the three men beside him.

— You haven’t exactly been discreet — Alberto said, crossing his arms, with Luis nodding beside him.

— Especially with the hickeys — Edo added, smirking — You've already done quite a bit of damage to his neck, Charlie.

Charlie felt a little embarrassed about that. As much as she wanted to be discreet, it was hard not to want to kiss and bite the skin on Fernando's neck. When she saw it, there was already a purple mark nestled in the space between the muscle and his collarbone. Luckily they were always hidden under the green shirts and racing overalls.

— So where's my kiss?

— It's here — Charlie relented, giving him a delicate peck — How was your night?

— Good. I ate, slept, and talked to the doctor. He updated me on everything that happened to me and recovery times. He said that the average is eight weeks, but I think Edo and I will be able to reduce it to six.

— Fernando, you can't control the speed at which your bones heal — she said seriously.

— But I can and will help them along. Edo and I will talk to Lore tomorrow, when I'm home, to see what supplementation I can take...

— Home? Are you going to be discharged?

— Yes, the doctor said he's releasing me tonight — Fernando replied.

— And are you going to Lugano?

— No, Oviedo. My mother is going to break my other ankle if I don't go home for a bit after this one. Besides, it'll be nice to be around my family for a few weeks, I haven't seen them all together since Barcelona, so...

Charlie smiled, running an affectionate hand through his hair.

— Love is always the best medicine, my grandmother always says — she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

— So can I get the jet ready for the five of us, Fer? — Alberto asked.

— Five? — Charlie asked, looking at him and then at Fernando.

— Yes. We’re all going to Oviedo — the driver replied, stroking her hand.

— But, am I going with you?

— Of course, Charlie — he said, before he saw the doubt in her eyes — Well, if you want to.

She pressed her lips together, feeling a little confused. Although she wanted to stay with Fernando and support him through his recovery, Charlie felt like she was going too fast and too far. Being at his house was one thing, but being with his family was something else entirely. It was like taking a step bigger than her leg.

— It's like your grandmother says, love is the best medicine — Fernando said, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the fingers, eyes fixed on her — And I'm going to need some doses of yours, mi cielo.

“How am I supposed to say no?”, she thought to herself.

— Okay, my love. I'll go with you.

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well ! I'm making this post to make a point.

for context, I made this post [Link] earlier, wherein I spoke first about my frustrations with cis people not considering the trans perspective, and Second about my frustrations with me doing so immediately being framed as an attack on trans women specifically Because my frustrations were tied to me being a trans man.

(I do Also consider myself trans fem, but that wasn't particularly relevant to the original post, so I didn't mention it at the time).

this was then followed by an interaction in dms wherein the quiet part was spoken out loud.

1: that trans men Are Not equal to trans women, and that it is taken as an attack on trans women to present them as such (it is not).

2: that the idea that any individual trans man could face harm within the trans community from any other individual is, itself, transmisogynistic because it implies that trans women are capable of oppressing trans men (it does not).

3: that it is Impossible for any individual trans woman to ever speak over any individual trans man, because trans women are women and trans men are men (it is not).

4: that trans women possess some Secret Additional Layer of oppression that no trans man could ever match up to no matter what their individual experiences are, even when that trans man is Also a trans woman (they do not).

5: and by extension, that every single individual trans woman has it worse than every individual trans man in every situation (theoretical or real) no matter what, thus making anything that a trans man experiences Lesser Than by default (do I even need to say anything).

I am going to put the entire conversation (censored) under readmore, but I need it to be understood that This Is Not Hyperbole.

when I say that trans men are singled out and attacked for the simple act of having a voice This Is What I Mean. it is considered by some people to be Inherently Transgressive, Inherently Bigoted, for trans men to consider themselves equals. for trans men to consider their experiences equal.

and so, it is Assumed by Default that a trans man speaking on his own experiences is harmful to trans women Regardless of whether trans women are being spoken on or not.

not everyone thinks this way of course (and the people who Do think this way aren't dictated by gender, this isn't trans mascs vs trans fems this is about bigotry, which anyone is capable of)

but a Significant Enough proportion of people Do, and people don't recognize or realize this fact.

if you feel that I am being hyperbolic, if you've never been exposed to this way of thinking before, if you find yourself Agreeing with any of the points I have listed above, I do suggest reading through this conversation and the posts linked to it.

content warning for a brief non-graphic mention of rape/csa within the linked posts and this conversation.

Me: I know odds are you don't want to hear it, and that's fine you can ignore this message entirely if you'd like. but I Do think you'd better understand what my perspective is if you were to read my response

I do think I Understand where your perspective is coming from, and I get it on an emotional level. but there's a disconnect here where intent is assumed when it doesn't need to be [Screenshot of tags written by anonymous that reads: transandbros (transandrophobia + bros) they think that they can’t be the most privileged in a group because they think trans women have privilege over them. End Transcription]

I am trans masc yes, I am also trans fem, and I don't enjoy assumptions like this being made about me.

Anonymous: i said trans women as in TMA [transmisogyny affected] people. not transmasc or tranfem which can be used by tme [transmisogyny exempt] and tma [transmisogyny affected] trans people

Me: like I said in my response, I want to go on testosterone, physically transition, and then present femininely. I want things like an audibly deep voice, facial hair, a square jaw. I also want to keep my breasts, I want long hair and feminine features, I want to dress femininely and be read as a feminine And masculine person

I also live in mississippi.

now do you think that if I do that I will walk outside and never ever experience transmisogyny.

Anonymous: also trans men oppress trans women and benefit from transmisogyny. i say this as someone who benefits from transmisogyny as well. i oppress trans women. i experience misdirected transmisogyny as someone w [with] facial hair and a low voice and long hair and tites. And when people in and out of my community learn about my gender and transition, much of tht [the] MISDIRECTED transmisogyny disapears[disappears]. my experience is better in certain situations than it would be for a similar trans women. if tht [that] is a statement you cannot aggree [agree] with than [then] there is nothing to discuss here

there is no way for a trans women to speak over a trans women [I think they meant trans men?] if they are otherwise on [a] similar playing field (white, abled, class, religion etc) thats not what speaking over means. thats like cis men thinking cis women are dominating the conversation when they make up even 30% of the conversation

Me: the post I was responding to was written by a cis person, I asked people to consider the trans experience and spoke about how it was frustrating that people Don't do that. /I/ was the trans person speaking to a cis person, and then it was decided after the fact that I was somehow stepping on trans women's toes by doing so.

Anonymous: okay great. shouldve kept that context than maybe you wouldnt have also revealed u [you] think trans women can oppress trans men

Me: this is why I suggested you read my response, because I don't believe that and I also explained explicitly why I didn't include the username of the original poster (though part of it, of course, is that I didn't want anyone to harass the op)

Anonymous: i did read ur [your] response thats how i know you think trans women oppress trans men as equally as trans men oppress trans women

Me: that's not really how oppression works? I believe that trans people are able to Hurt Each Other, because all people as individuals are capable of harming each other as individuals. this is not the same thing as oppression, oppression is a systemic power structure that puts one group above another.

what I've said is that I believe trans people are equals, and you think this is a bad thing?

I didn't even say that trans people are equals In The World As A Whole (though I do believe that), I said they're equals Specifically Within The Trans Community made by and for trans people.

Anonymous: and i wholeheartedly disagree with that! its incredibly clear as a tme [transmisogyny exempt] trans butch lesbian in community with trans women, its incredibly easy to see how tme [transmisogyny exempt] people are privileged over tma [transmisogyny affected] people

including in lgbt and trans specific spaces!!!

Me: so your point is that from Your perspective you have seen the way that people within queer and trans spaces have made you feel othered and hurt people for being trans fem.

my point is that This Is True, I have seen this as well. but I have Also seen people take that exact same energy and point it at other trans people. I have personally been othered and torn down both for being trans masc And for being nonbinary at different points in time.

I am telling you that you are right, but that people need to be more open to other people's perspectives to get a clearer picture on the over all situation.

because when we look at Everyone is saying, the truth seems to be that All trans people are torn down for who they are.

why is that a bad thing? what does it hurt to consider that I have also experienced something similar to you?

I Really hope that your point isn't that I am privileged compared to other trans fems after I spoke in depth about being raped by a man and how that's affected me for the rest of my life

Anonymous: no im litterally [literally] saying that amab trans fems and trans women experience another layer of oppression from afab trans people. i litterally [literally] told you i am also an afab transmasc person. why do you transandrophobia truthers litterally [literally] always jump to trauma dumping ! if you want to put it in those terms, you are privileged in comparison to amab transpeople who actually have higher rates of sexual abuse and rape. you are not more privileged than cis people who experience lower rates rape and sexual abuse.

and fuck u for reading me call myself a butch lesbian and calling me transfem so it suits ur argument

Me: 1: I'm sorry I called you trans fem when that isn't how you identify, I thought you'd explained to me that you were tme trans fem like you consider me to be. we're both upset and this isn't really the best medium to hold a conversation with, so it's easy to word things in a way that can be misinterpreted as well as misinterpret things that would be clearer if you had more time to sit on and absorb the information.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but I am frustrated with you continuously jumping to the most negative reading of my intentions possible.

to rephrase my point:

"so your point is that from Your perspective you have seen the way that people within queer and trans spaces have othered and hurt people for being trans fem."

followed by the rest of it

2: that's not actually true, there are a few studies that have found that trans mascs over all face similar (and at points higher) rates of sexual abuse to trans women.

(this is a link to a tumblr post, but that tumblr post is a link to a study, I've included This link because it has easily accessible pictures of the relevant graphs).

though coincidentally I've recently made a post that relevant to this exact topic

the point I made there (and the point I'm going to make here) is that saying "This minority group experiences This Thing less than That minority group" isn't useful when speaking to individuals because those individuals have still experienced trauma.

individual people Are Not every statistic about their minority group, and they cannot have their Experienced compared based on those statistics

because Experiences are not dictated by statics. and treating people as if their experiences don't matter because their experiences don't match the statistics is cruel.

the other point being, of course, that using studies like this to try to hard measure the Amount Of Oppression between different minority groups is silly.

these are self reported with relatively small sample sizes of specific locations at a specific time. they're Important to prove that there is a problem, but there has never and will never be a measure of the experiences of every trans man vs every trans woman that we can then calculate and compare.

I'm sure there Are some statistics out there that show trans women with a marginal increase of sexual abuse compared to trans men, just like there are some statistics out there that show the opposite.

what this tells us is not that one group Inherently has it worse than the other, it tells us that trans people experience sexual assault, and that's a problem that needs to be addressed.

3: I find it incredibly distasteful to insist over and over again that someone is not oppressed, that they are privileged, that they haven't been hurt in a meaningful way. and Then refer to them speaking about their lived experiences as "trauma dumping"

if you can't handle frank discussions on the trauma and oppression that trans people experience on a day to day basis then you really shouldn't be commenting on that trauma.

[End conversation]

screenshots of the full conversation can be found here: [Link] I would've made a video to fully prove that these aren't doctored, but I don't want to out the person I was speaking to. they don't deserve harassment

#discourse #transandrophobia #lateral aggression #trans unity #why do I reach out to people when I know there's a possibility of getting responses like this?#because sometimes people aren't malicious and can be reached #and that's true often enough to I still choose to engage with people from time to time #also I'm green because luigi colors and anonymous is red because you can't have luigi colors without mario colors #granted mario would not say this

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 7 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warnings

reader and abandonment issues / tough girl vibes, mentions of Topper's own home issues ( the fucking wicked bitch of the island imo), jealousy, angst. people doing literally every thing but the most sensible thing, treasure hunts / other shenanigans, violence / confrontations and name calling on occasion, reader does not get along with Kiara or Sarah, kissing / body fluids exchanged, eventual filth -sooner than ya'll think tbh, alcohol / w**d + smoking.

<- reader/you are female. with female parts. and clothing/personality/other stuff that I came up with during the writing. This is me being self-indulgent yet again and I'm not sorry.

word count

2167 exactly. for missing context ( part 6 ) can be found by clicking. For context sake, this takes place a few days after part 6.

summary

-- you find yourself caught between loyalty -and love, for your longtime best friend JJ Maybank.. and growing feelings for Topper Thornton, a Kook. This won't be messy at all, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here. if you'd like to be tagged in my outer banks stuff please lmk or add yourself by clicking the link.

@tbmunson babessss you.. are amazing. i love you so so so so much and you always inspire me. i hope you like this bc.. drama.

@valentineshiftz your comments always make me feel warm and so fuzzy and I love you for this, you don't know how much it means to me. I can't thank you enough.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking your reactions, oh my goddd.. they make my day so much brighter and I lowkey wanna cry every time because it means so much to me that you're getting a kick out of reading this as i am writing it. thank you sm.

@stilesstilinskisgf omg sweetie, you're too sweet and I lowkey wanted to cry because your comment made me so happy to read. I love you sm, thank you, thank you, thank you.

@music4life42 i thought i'd tag you bc you asked to be tagged in everything, feel free to ignore, babes! ilysm!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● toppers masterlist ● about + rules

The storm that's been hanging over the island all day finally settles in just as you get comfortable in bed. You tense as loud thunder rattles the glass of your bedroom window and when lightning comes right behind it and it's just a little too close for comfort, you rush to close the tapestry you have strung up over your window.

The volume on the television goes up higher too, just to drown out the silence in the house because your mom cut out for parts unknown in the wee morning hours so she might not be back for the night. You'll be lucky if she's back in days, today was payday for her, after all.

As the storm rages on outside, you find yourself reaching for the phone at least two times but you stop yourself short of texting him.

Because he's a nice guy but he might not get your stupid and childish fear of really bad storms.

And the boy who does get it, well.. he's probably too busy to be bothered tonight. You know he made up with Kiara, they were all over each other when you saw him pick her up from her shift earlier.

You're doing just fine and staying just a little calm right up to the point that the thunder rolls louder and your windows rattle even more and the lights and TV flicker off only to turn right back on two times in a row.

When the lights go out entirely and they don't just turn back on right away then the panic sets in a little more. Becomes a little harder to ignore.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Your gaze settles on the leak in the corner of your bedroom and given that you're not keen on sitting in total darkness and silence, you slip out of your bed, stumbling through the darkness and chaos in the living room to the kitchen. Digging in the junk drawer produces a few candles left over from the ones you bought before Agatha made landfall earlier in the summer. You're halfway through digging around for a big pot to place below the leak in your ceiling when the door is pounded on.

"Who the hell is even out in this shit?" you're wondering to yourself as you gather pan, candles and a long nose lighter as well as a bag of blue fuego takis and one of your creamed sodas.

"Hey!"

Its Topper calling out to you as he pounds on the door. You make your way over to the door and set down your armload to open it.

A loud boom sends you flinching, jumping up a little and Topper steps into you, slipping his arms around you. "It's okay."

"I know. I just hate storms." you mumble and you feel so childish for being afraid that you won't look up at him. The lightning strikes nearby and he grabs you by the hips and steps into your house, locking the door behind him.

"Can I stay here again tonight?" he asks quietly. And he knows that it might seem stupid or clingy to you but after the latest fight with his mother, the only person he wanted to see was you.

He's afraid that he's coming off too clingy, that it has to seem weak, pathetic that he can't stay away but the pull to you is too hard to keep fighting.

And he doesn't want to anymore.

"Yeah.. i.. I was actually thinking about calling you."

Oh the way he feels to hear you admit that. But he doesn't say anything to let on how much it means.

"You were, huh?"

"Mhm." You're looking down til he tilts your chin to make you look at him. "Storms scare you."

You nod. Grumble and give him a little shrug. "I know. It's dumb."

"It's not though. It's okay to be scared." Topper pulls you close by the hips and he's staring down at you, lost in thought. A million miles away it seems. You seem to melt into him as he says it's okay to be scared and he lets you.

You pull away a little because you don't want to seem clingy and you really don't want to start needing him -it's already too late for that- and he nods to the candles and lighter. "We should probably light those. This storm is only gonna get worse.. that's what they were saying on the radio on my way over."

"Yeah." you grab the candles and the lighter and make your way into your bedroom, forgetting all about the pot you grabbed for your roof leak.

The two of you set to quietly lighting every candle you have in your room already plus the three you'd gotten from the kitchen and then you flop down on your bed. Topper follows suit and as he pulls off his t-shirt, you're staring, glad you're behind him and he's totally unaware. He settles in beside you and more loud thunder sends you scrambling to hide your face.

In his chest.

He slips an arm between your legs and pulls you so that you're draped over him and then he wraps his arms around you, chuckles quietly. "Thats.. that's okay, right?"

"Yeah." you mumble, forgetting that you're nearly mouth to mouth with the way he's holding you. When our lips graze his, his breath catches and he wonders if it'll ever come out. "It's just a storm. I'm right here, alright? I'm not going anywhere." his mouth brushes yours with each whispered word and when he caresses your cheek you can't stop the whine that escapes. You want to kiss him so bad that your lips tingle and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe. He hears the cute little sound of course and when he does he just can't take it another second. He needs to kiss you.

It’s the only thing he’s been sure of with any kind of absolute certainty all summer.

“Top-?” you barely get his name out and his mouth is against yours. His tongue probing at your mouth til it falls open and you’ve grabbed hold of his shoulder, nails against his skin as you immediately start to kiss back. He bites back a groan as you melt into him completely, a hand gripping the column of his neck to deepen the kiss and cling to him as much as you can. One of his hands slides up your back and tangles up in your hair. Neither one of you can breathe properly, and there are colored dots lining the edge of your vision. When you nip at his lips, he rocks himself up into you before he can stop it from happening.

You both pull away, catching your breath. You’re staring at the way you kissed back hard enough to swell his lips and he’s caressing your face and the side of his neck. Smoothing damp hair out of your eyes so that it’s behind your ear.

But you already miss his mouth against yours so you’re leaning in all over again before you even realize it’s happening. Your noses bump together and laughter is swallowed by a softer kiss. Gentle pecks that turn into a kiss so deep that you can’t tell where he stops and you start. His hands are wandering over your body and you whine into his mouth, making him chuckle quietly at the sound.

Every part of his brain is frantic. Screaming at him to stop. Reminding him he’s only gonna end up hurt all over again when he needs you too much or he wants you too much and you finally see just how weak he really is. How desperate he is for you to feel the same way about him that he does you.

Because it is weak.

The kiss breaks a second time and you’re staring down at him, dazed. Confused because you were not expecting him to kiss you, especially not like that, all needy and frantic, like you were water and he wanted to drink you up.

“Topper..”

He tenses. Jaw fluttering. “I shouldn’t have.. I-” he’s about to apologize but you laugh softly. Press your finger into his lips. “Don’t apologize. I-I.. I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss you first, I just..” your words die out and you’re dragging your fingers over defined muscles because staring at his bare chest and tracing the hard planes with your fingers is just so much easier than saying everything all at once.

Having him realize that you’re dangerously close to falling and being put off by it, and possibly, most likely, abandoning you just like others have in the past.

,, Even JJ got sick of you. This won’t be any different. Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it.”

And you listen to your mind instead of your heart or your gut.

“Just what?” Topper asks. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Nothing.. I was just scared to do it.” you tell him what you can safely admit for now. Your eyes settle on his lips and you’re staring hard enough that he chuckles quietly. “Do you want me to kiss you again, __?”

“Y-yeah.” you breathe out the word, shaky. “I do.”

Topper’s hand catches in your hair and he pulls your mouth back down against his mouth greedily. Hungry. Devouring your mouth with his mouth. When the thunder rattles at your window again, you jump a little and his fingers dig against your body. “Pay attention t’me. Not the storm, baby.” he mumbles, his words swallowed in the kiss.

And the way your heart flutters just a little when he calls you baby.

His hand slips beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you’re wearing and you gasp, your nails dig against his chest, leaving crescents in his skin as you do so. He growls against your mouth quietly, a hand gathering the soft and thin fabric of your tie-dye shirt. When his hands finally settle on your ass to hold you on top of him, you whine into the kiss and nip at his mouth, breathless.

Rubbing against him, though the first time is purely by accident. He sucks in a harsh breath and his fingers dig against your ass. Squeezing. The more he kisses you and holds you like this. The more you squirm against his body, the harder he gets. And he’s trying so hard not to think about it or make things awkward. He doesn’t want you to think all he wants is to get laid. He wants you to know he wants you.

All to himself.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip,drip.

The little noise filters into your awarenesses at the same time and Topper breaks the kiss. “Is your ceiling leaking, baby?”

You palm your face and nod. “I forgot to bring the stupid pot in here to catch the water.”

“Hang on. I’ve got it.”

You’re laughing as he stands, letting you cling to him with your legs squeezing his waist. He stubs a toe in the darkened living room, “Shit.” and you’re giggling quietly. He pretends to pout. “That’s not funny, love.”

“No, but also yes. I’m sorry this place is practically a goddamn trap house.” you mumble against his skin and he shakes his head. “It’s cozy.”

“Topper, the back door doesn’t lock and the roof leaks in like.. Seven places. You’re staying in a glorified hostel when you crash here.”

“You’re here though.” he admits, face burning hot as he locks eyes with you while picking up the forgotten pot from the table right beside the front door. You swallow hard. Let what he’s saying -and the look in his eyes as he says it, sink in.

But before you even dare to give yourself an ounce of hope, that inner pessimism is out in full force. Reminding you that if you’re smart you won’t get used to him. Or any of this. Because when it’s gone again, it’s only gonna hurt you so much more.

The thing is, it’s too late. And you’re torn between enjoying the moment and waiting on the other shoe to drop. Waiting on the day everything goes back to exactly the way it was before.

Dreading it when it happens.

He carries you back into your room and gently drops you down onto your mattresses piled on the floor that serve as your bed. Then he turns on his phone to use as a flashlight and slides the pot beneath the leak in the corner of your room. And on his way back to your bed, he stops to light a few of the candles that went out because they’d burned a little too long.

And then he’s settling in beside you again, slipping an arm between your legs again to pull you back on top of him so he can fall asleep holding you. Because nothing else really matters to him right now but doing that.

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #topper thornton fanfic #jj maybank x fem!reader #topper thornton x fem!reader #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings | complicated relationship dynamics / eventual filth / jealousy / angst / nothing to lovers ● see other warnings above.#<- warning | female reader ( female parts / hair / clothing / personality + nicknames / petnames )#fandom (outer banks) ● season ( 2/3... alternate universe ) ● characters ( topper thornton + jj maybank )#-- this one got a little... heated whew.#-- and it's uh.. leading up to.. things.

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Ok, so I had an anxiety attack last night on a date and I'm trying to parse out what happened and my mental state. Is anxiety often irrational? Yes, and this definitely was. But also I feel like this would give neurotypical people anxiety, so justified? IDK.

TW: ableism

So here goes. The gal I am dating invited me to a gymnastics meet. Now, I love gymnastics (our shared university has an excellent team) and haven't been to a meet in eons, so I agreed. Did not think it through, just said yes. In the back of my brain, I knew there could be some issues, but dammit, let's just stuff those down and pretend.

I show up at her apartment nearly 10 minutes earlier than we agreed. She informs me that she thinks they have a clear bag policy (at all times, I carry a large black purse with all the stuff in it). We look and it says you can bring a purse. So cool, we will see if they'll let it in.

Now we're driving and there's traffic (the team is a big deal). And we're struggling to find a place to park (I had suggested we take the train bc that's how much I hate traffic and parking). We park somewhere that I am not 100% sure is allowed, but we're like 99.5% sure. This fact will come back later.

We get to the door. The man informs me my purse is too big. In a moment of panic, where I am about to be separated from my meds and inhaler, I inform him that it's got medical equipment in it, something my date does not know and this of course reveals that I have some sort of disability where I cannot be separated from the contents of my purse. He gives me a special tag and I get to take my bag in.

At this point, my date (who is aware I am autistic but nothing else) could be thinking one of two things: I have lied because I want to bring my purse in or I have some sort of shameful medical condition bad enough to require a purse-full of items I didn't tell her about. Both run through my head along with the thought of "I am going to hell, did I just lie to bring in my purse?" and it's not a lie, I do need to drag that stuff around, but also I probably could have made it 2.5 hours without it. I also decided that this would be a good way to phrase my discomfort to several friends, all of whom were like what?

We sit down and at this point I am so anxious and uncomfortable and ashamed that I barely talk the entire meet. It is also extremely loud, crowded, and the guy behind me is wearing strong cologne. We make small talk and hold hands, which I think was fine.

In the fourth (and final) session of the meet, probably almost 1.5 hours in, I have finally calmed down enough to enjoy myself. The shame is still there, and I don't know how to fully explain this to people, so I'm writing about it on tumblr for y'all to ignore.

So, what does this mean? I am probably not as "at peace" with my disabilities as I thought. The shame is real and strong and I feel like I could have had so much better of an experience if I had just done something differently. It's my fault.

And then I had a nightmare about the stadium last night, so that was like the cherry on top.

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wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm · 5 months

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So Am I

Once a royal knight and guard of the Princess of Hyrule, Link is tasked with tracking her down after a mysterious shadow snatches her away in the night. Legends tell themselves over and over again. But he doesn't remember hearing a version of the story where the valiant hero falls into the dark lord's hands.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Non-Graphic Violence, not specific to any game, decided to create my own Link and throw him in the Torment Nexus, by which i mean Ganon takes him prisoner, its fine though he gets out again, Sassy Link (Legend of Zelda), popping into a story just before the climax

To say that this wasn’t part of the plan would be the understatement of the millennia.

Pain still radiated up the side of his skull from that moblin’s strike over an hour ago—at his best guess. The complete lack of natural light prevented a decent estimation of the passage of time. Cold, damp stone surrounded him on all sides but one. Thick iron bars separated him from the snorting, drooling tusks of a monstrous prison guard. The cuts and scrapes that littered his skin had mostly stopped bleeding, though the taste of iron had not left his mouth. A heavy chain clinked as Link gave another tug on the shackles around his wrists. Though they hadn’t taken his sword, almost seeming afraid of it, the blade wouldn’t do him much good if he couldn’t pull it from the scabbard on his back.

Had he known that agreeing to serve in the king’s army would eventually end with him chained up in a dungeon, he might have thought twice about it. Though, thinking back on his service, he knew that was a lie. This was probably going to happen whether he was a knight or not, given his habit of always getting himself in more trouble than he ought. As proud as his father had been the day he bowed before the king at the completion of his training, he doubted very much that his father would be very proud to see him now. If he was even still alive…

He rested his head on the cool stone behind him, pointedly ignoring the furious hissing of the guard every time he moved. He silently dared the little beast to try something. Even shackled, Link could still take on a small bokoblin…He grimaced, his ribs aching acutely as he moved. What a mess he’d gotten himself in. First, his charge went missing, then they got a ransom note from some dickhead calling himself the King of Evil (real original), and now he’s off on a quest to get her back. Somehow.

But instead of finding the princess, he found an ambush! Lucky him. And though plenty of demon blood now stained his tunic, so too did the blood of all of his brothers-in-arms who blindly followed him straight into a trap. Their faces flashed in his memory, their final gurgling cries cut off by the blades and clubs of two dozen demons apiece. While he could have made quick work of such adversaries himself, he let himself be caught off-guard. Princess Zelda’s silhouette tempted him further into the thick fog of the woods. He was so, so sure it was really her. A foolish notion. By the time he heard the first piercing of flesh behind him, it was too late. His friends, his brothers, the men who volunteered to take on this final assault and rescue fell in the mists of those cursed woods. Perhaps one day, the gods would forgive him. He doubted he would ever forgive himself.

Why the demons decided to take him captive rather than slaughter him with the rest of the knights, he still couldn’t figure out. Seemed a little pointless to him, letting him rot in a dungeon rather than killing him in a forest. Surely even the Demon King’s forces had better things to do than guard a prison.

The snorting changed, increasing in pitch. Link opened one eye as loud stomping approached from one of the heavy wooden doors. Not the one that Link was dragged through earlier, he noted. That one must lead deeper into the fortress.

The door slammed open, causing the little bokoblin to shriek in terror. It scurried further down the hall, hiding from whatever it was that now emerged from the doorway. It almost resembled a moblin, though much, much bigger. If it hadn’t been for the sheer terror that seized Link’s heart at the sight of it, he might almost find it comical how the demon had to stoop its massive, boar-shaped head to get through the doorway.

Two tusks curled inward from either side of a boar’s snout. A long, black robe covered most of the demon’s unnaturally blue body. Yellow eyes settled on him, burning with hatred. Leathery hands wrapped around the iron bars of the door between Link and whatever this was. Since it had scared off the only creature with the means to open the door, Link sat up a little straighter. It’d have a hell of a time trying to get to him without a-

KA-THUNK!

…key.

The iron door laid discarded beside the cell, twisted and mangled like thorns ripped from the ground. The demon hunched over, squeezing himself through the new opening until it fit itself inside the cold cell, which heated as steam rolled from the boar’s flaring nostrils.

Link scrambled to his feet, reaching again for his sword, but the shackles wouldn’t budge. The demon’s cloven hooves stomped through shallow puddles as it approached, sneering. “Well, well. What have my friends brought me today?”

The demon’s hand snatched Link’s throat, lifting him up. The shackles dug into his wrists, his joints screaming as they were pulled nearly to the point of breaking.

“Oh, I know you.” The beast snarled, almost laughing in deep, rumbling snorts. Sharp claws dug into Link’s chin, his bruised face turning as the demon examined him. “You’re the king’s attack dog, aren’t you?” The demon barked a laugh as it threw him back onto the stone floor. “No wonder the royal bitch keeps whining for you.”

Though every muscle and bone howled in pain, he forced himself to stand back up and face the demon. “Tell me where she is!”

Another rumbling laugh shook the cell. “You’re in no position to be making demands, pest.” It lowered its head, the stench of death on its breath. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for months.”

Bile rose in Link’s throat, the chains clanking as he fought to retrieve his sword. “I’ll be more than a thorn, demon!” Link spat. “I’ll spill your guts where you stand!”

The corner of the demon’s lip curled into a malicious sneer. “Aren’t you confident?” The demon chuckled darkly. “Shame I need you alive for the sacrifice. I’d much prefer to rip out your beating heart and eat it in front of you now.” A single claw jabbed into Link’s chest, drawing a trickle of blood. Link bit back a cry of pain and disgust as the demon’s fat, forked tongue licked his blood off its claw. “No matter. I’ll have my fun with you eventually.”

The demon’s huge hands grabbed the chains holding Link down. Like vines, the iron chains snapped loose from the wall. “Come along, hero. Can’t have you dying of neglect down here before I can kill you properly myself.”

A fierce tug on the shackles sent Link stumbling forward, the uneven floor rushing up toward his face. Before he crashed against the stone, the demon lifted the shackles high, growling as Link dangled off the ground. “You can either walk, or I’ll carry you like this, and I don’t care if an arm pops out of its socket along the way.”

Setting Link roughly back onto his feet, the hero reluctantly followed the demon out of the cell, the short leash of the chain keeping him nearly running at the demon’s heel to keep up. The bokoblin hissed as Link rounded the corner, reaching out a claw to slash at Link as the larger demon dragged him along. A more ferocious growl shooed the bokoblin back into the shadows before the blow struck.

The corridors twisted, stairs winding upward in a spiral that confused Link’s sense of direction and distance. Up and up and up further still. His feet stumbled over a few steps, the demon yanking Link up several more whenever his pace did not satisfy. Suddenly, the spiral ended. An iron ladder rose toward a trapdoor in the floor above them, through which faint light flowed down, bathing the blue demon in an eerie green hue.

“Delivery for you, Princess!” The demon laughed. Link suddenly felt himself yanked up as the demon climbed the ladder. The closed fist holding Link’s chains slammed into the door, slinging Link like a doll in a child’s careless hand. The trapdoor swung open with a loud CRACK as it slammed into the stone floor on the other side. “Here’s your precious hero!” With one final, merciless swing, the demon tossed him up through the hole and into the room above.

Link crashed face-first onto the floor of a circular room. The trapdoor slammed back again, the echo of metal on metal ringing through this new cell, along with the howling laughter of the demon that retreated back down the stairs.

With a groan, Link pushed himself up from the floor. All his arm muscles ached from his shoulders to his wrists. He didn’t know what a dislocated shoulder felt like, but if he had to hazard a guess…

“Link!” A woman’s voice exclaimed. The hem of a tattered gown, what had once been pink, came into view, along with heavily darned stockings. Firm, lithe hands lifted him gently from the floor, helping him sit up. Familiar forest green eyes swam with worry, scanning over what he was sure was a sorry sight. “Gods, are you alright? Oh, why am I even asking? Of course you aren’t. How long have you been here? What happened? Is my father alive? When did you leave the castle?”

Shackles jingled as Link held up a hand, his head spinning from the ordeal of being beaten, dragged, tossed, and bombarded with questions. If this was part of the Demon King’s interrogation process, some sort of illusion to make him spill his secrets, he wouldn’t fall for it. Though she did look very, very real. And her hands gently cupping his face felt very, very real.

Her green eyes flickered over his shoulder, widening in surprise. “You have it! The sword! How on earth- well, never mind that. That you have it, and now I have you, is enough for the moment. Though, we will need to deal with your injuries first.” Before Link could so much as say a word of explanation, she’d picked up his hand, turned it over, and began to work something into the lock. For several seconds, neither spoke, all of Allegedly-Zelda’s focus locked onto the shackle that bound Link’s left wrist to broken chains. Her nose scrunched like Real Zelda. Her lips moved in silence like Real Zelda. Her ears twitched like Real Zelda. And, perhaps most telling of all, her small gasp of delight and the clap of her hands as the shackle’s lock clicked open, reminded him very much of Real Zelda. But he had to be sure.

As soon as his left hand was free, though scraped, bruised, and blistered from the friction of being chained up and dragged about, Link reached out to her. When he pulled her lips down to meet his, he was convinced. She tasted like Real Zelda.

For a moment, however fleeting, he was back in the palace. He was outside her door, in the darkness of the long corridor, where only the moonlight dared to intrude. She held onto the collar of his uniform like it was her lifeline in a raging sea. Her breath was warm on his ear as she giggled, pressing kisses over his face. ”My father would be furious if he knew.” Link knew it all too well. He doubted the evenings they spent in the garden—a respectable distance away as she plucked roses and he stood guard by the gate—went unnoticed by the king, the captain, or any of the guards. ”Will you still stand by my door even if I marry the prince?” She’d asked him a dozen times, and a dozen times, he swore that he would. Though it boiled his blood to see her with him, to witness that pompous man’s arrogance as he spoke only of his plans for Hyrule’s future, he consoled himself with this: the prince would be frequently away, and Link could warm the princess’s bed in his absence.

But as Zelda pulled away, her auburn hair hovering like a curtain around her face, he could once again taste the blood and ash in his mouth. He’d traversed canyons and mountains, crossed deserts and marshes, delved into labyrinths and dungeons and caves, all for her, all at the orders of her father. He cut a path through the overgrown temple, he pulled the sacred sword from its pedestal, and set his quest in motion, for her sake. To hell with the cowardly prince who fled at the first sign of danger. To hell with the king who rested easy inside palace walls. To hell with all of Hyrule, for what it mattered. He had her, at last. His quest, finally, came to an end.

“I missed you.” He breathed, his lips aching again for her touch.

Yet, rather than the voracious fire that she so often consumed him with, her eyes held only cold focus. She picked up his other hand, working the hair pin into that lock. “We need to get out of here. The Demon King has almost all the components he needs for the ritual.”

He flexed his right hand, freed from the iron. “So, that was the Demon King, huh?” Link scoffed. “He’s not that tough.” A quick look from her chilled his blood. “What ritual?”

Zelda stood, offering her hand to him. “He intends to sacrifice me to extract the Triforce of Wisdom from my soul.”

A wave of frozen terror shuddered down his spine. His knees and arms trembled as he stood, though he would prefer to attribute that to injury than anxiety. He leaned back against a small table, noticing the oddness of the room for the first time. Though this was certainly also another cell in the Demon King’s fortress, this one was not the cold, dark room he had been left to rot in. It was almost a mockery of Zelda’s bedroom. High windows, too high and narrow for them to climb through, let in some daylight into the circular tower. Instead of a plush canopy bed, she had a mat of straw covered with threadbare linen. The pelt of some animal, maybe a bear by the wiriness of it, laid across the surface like a sort of blanket. A single chair of rough wood was tucked under a small table, on which was laid a single spoon. But despite all of this, there was beauty. And a spoon.

Lantern soot ink covered the walls, looping in elegant characters. And, the longer Link stared at the lines and dots, the heavier the art weighed on him. It was music. Some melodies he recognized, though many more appeared to be entirely new compositions. She was in solitude, total solitude, for months, with nothing but her own voice to console her. Though he fought with every fiber in his body to get to her, she had languished here, without communication, without friends, without hope. Locked away in this demon-infested dungeon…how did she endure it?

“Link?” Zelda asked, her hands again steadying him, holding him up as he trembled at the weight of his failure to rescue her. Now, they were both trapped here. He’d doomed them both. He’d meant to save her, to bring her home, and instead, he sentenced them both to a cruel and violent death.

A shaky breath filled his lungs as the dread set in. “He said he was going to eat my heart.” While the threat didn’t scare him before, the true implications of it for Zelda began to dawn on him. It was one thing for someone to threaten to kill him. That happened every other day. But to think that such a fate might have befallen Zelda, might still befall her if he was unsuccessful in his rescue; it was too much to imagine. “Is that…the ritual?”

Though he was sure a lack of sunlight had turned her skin pale, even her freckles hiding away in the shadows, her complexion took on still more pallor. She nodded slowly. “He means to kill us both. If he does so, if he gets the complete Triforce, no one will be able to stop him. He will plunge Hyrule, perhaps all of the world of light, into eternal night.”

It was never his most flattering trait, but it served him decently well thus far. He laughed, almost as manic as he felt at such a revelation. “Oh, is that all? Haha!” Link felt his heart pulse inside his chest, the weakness in his joints making him wobble. “So, we’re trapped up here like prize turkeys until he prepares the feast and slaughters us? Awesome! That’s great! Haha!”

“Link, listen to me.” Zelda pressed her palms against his cheeks, forcing him to focus on her stern expression. “We aren’t going to die. We are going to get out of here. I couldn’t before, but I can now. I have you. And we are going to live. We are going to kill Ganon.” As if to add force to her words, she pressed a kiss to his dirty forehead. “The Goddesses blessed me with the Triforce of Wisdom. The Goddesses bestowed upon you the Triforce of Courage. Though I guessed it when you first joined my father’s service, that sword on your back confirms your divine calling. You must be courageous, Link. We will not survive if you give up before the fight has even begun.”

Her kiss, though brief, sent shocks through his battered body. His eyes fluttered closed, shutting out all but her gentle touch for as long as it lasted. He was tired, so tired, and scared out of his mind.

”Do it scared.” His father’s severe expression refused to budge despite Link’s pleas. He raised his sword toward the other boys at the end of the courtyard, pointing with the blade to those much bigger than him, who swung their swords and bashed the shields with more ferocity than Link had ever witnessed among the children in his home village. He was no longer the best swordsman, easily besting his peers. He was one knight’s son among dozens and dozens of knights’ sons, all competing to be selected for the king’s army. “It’s alright to be scared, Link. A true knight of Hyrule is courageous not because he feels no fear, but because he understands that his duty is greater than the fear. Do it scared.”

His eyes flew open, settling on hers. He would do it. He was scared. He would do it scared. “What do you need me to do, Princess?”

Smiling, such a bright ray of hope amongst the misery of this place, Zelda withdrew from him. She reached under the straw mattress and retrieved a small glass bottle, in which sparkled a small, flickering light. “First things first, we need to lift up that grate on the floor. And I doubt very much you’ll be able to do so in your current state.” With a pop!, she uncorked the bottle. The light flew out and circled around her, following her pointing finger and zipping over to Link. Wherever the light sparkled over his body, cuts closed. Bruises faded into the natural tones of his skin. His bones no longer ached, and his muscles knit back together. The smallest wings he’d ever seen zipped in front of his eyes before flying up and out of the tall window. “Tell the Great Fairy!” Zelda called, cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting up to the disappearing glimmer. “Tell her everything!”

Link took a deep breath. His chest no longer stabbed at him with sharp inner pain. So, that was a fairy! He thought they were all extinct. He’d never been happier to be proven wrong. He knelt by the grate, tugging on the metal. It wouldn’t budge. Even with his renewed vigor, there was no way-

Chains clinked down, the cuff of a shackle hooking around on the iron bars. Zelda pulled over the table, laying the chain across it so the loose end hung on the other side. Link stared at her a moment before it clicked. A pulley!

He rushed to her side, grabbing hold of the loose end of the chain. With her help, the iron grate that kept them penned slowly, slowly, lifted. It creaked and groaned, then gravity took hold and slammed it onto the stone floor. Open.

Link laughed, breathless from the exertion. “Triforce of Wisdom. That tracks for you. So, that leaves the Demon King with the Triforce of Power, then?”

Zelda nodded, letting go of the chain and heading toward the hole in the floor. “I believe so, yes. He is a formidable opponent.”

Shink! Free at last, the Master Sword gleamed in the thin stream of sunlight, once again in his left hand where it belonged. “So am I.”

#loz fic #hurt/comfort #zelink #zelink fic

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doodle-nerd · 2 years

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We will be married one day... || part 6 || Aladarius

Word count: 2563

Notes: Also on ao3! doodle_nerd_43 uwu

@sunset-bobby asked to be tagged for the next part, here you are :DDD

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"Well... I do not swear often, but I have to say, that you fucked up" bard answered. Eda covered her lips with her hand.

"Wow, Alador, you had to do something really intense if it made Raine swear" her voice was a bit shaky, because she was holding back laugh. She knew that situation is serious, but swearing Raine was somehow hilarious.

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"I don't like your tone" he answered, opening the door. "Is something wrong? Maybe come in so we can talk more comfortably" he invited them inside.

Raine sat on the chair near the table. Darius took a sit on the edge of the bed. He looked a bit worried.

"So, what's the matter? Your face fills me with anxiety" he said, looking straight at bard's face. Raine needed a second to convert thoughts into words. They had to start conversations casually, so Darius wouldn't suspect anything...

"I am worried about you" they finally spoke. Darius raised his eyebrow.

"Worried about me? Why?" He searched few past days in his memory, but couldn't remember neither anything bad happening nor his own weird behaviour. Maybe Raine knew about something which Darius couldn't hear about?

"When we talked some time ago I mentioned Alador and your reaction was... Quite intense. I can't stop thinking why was it so emotional" they started slowly. Darius had to resist urge to cut them off right after hearing name "Alador".

"Why are you asking about right now? Were you too busy thinking about ignoring the Owl Lady earlier?" he answered. That was an obvious attack, not very nice, but it was a way of defence. Changing the topic and making another person mad, so they most likely won't fancy talking anymore.

"It doesn't work on me, Darius" they said, just like they could read his mind. Abomination coven head rolled his eyes.

"I don't know what are you talking about" playing stupid might work, at least. It's like big, loud "I don't want to talk", but said less rudely.

"You look... Sad, lately" they ignored Darius' words. "I'm worried about you because you are my friend and if it isn't enough for you to talk, then I can also mention that you won't do a thing with the Day of Unity if you will be so distracted. May any of this convince you to talk?" they asked, looking Darius in the eyes. He looked away.

"Fine" they were right. He should let it all out, for one reason or another. He sighed. Raine stayed quiet.

"We were close friends once, I believe that you can remember that. Some were even joking, that we were dating... I hate to say that they were wrong" he sighed heavily. It was hard to open about it, but at the same time, Raine seemed like right person to listen. He started playing with the ring on his finger. He tried to take it off and close somewhere at least few times in recent days, but it kept coming back on his finger. There was no better place for it.

"I loved him, really. I felt happy to just spend time with him, enjoyed being close, getting him out of his bubble. I think that he liked it, too. Maybe even had crush on me. But I don't think that it could be something more. He wouldn't find himself a wife if he loved me, right?" he raised his eyes and looked at Raine. They remained silent, afraid that Darius will stop talking if they interrupt. They just nodded they head to show, that they are listening.

"Talking about wives... A-and marriage" his voice became shaky. He took a deep breath to make it normal again. "We had agreement. Reach age of twenty five, no serious relationship, we marry each other" he said as simply as he could. Talking much about it would be too painful.

"As you can guess... He married Odalia before that age. And I could live with it, really. It's his choice, even if I don't like it. But... There's more" Raine tried to look surprised before, as if they haven't heard the story from Alador. But now, it might get interesting for real. Maybe they will acknowledge something new.

"I tried contacting him, many times. But... He kind of cut me out of his life. Completely. Meeting less and less often, then ignoring me. I got erased from his life, this is how I feel. Erased. Forgotten. Neither conventional nor unusual methods worked" he frowned.

"What do you mean by "unusual" methods?" Raine asked, bending their head a little. They felt like it might be an important part.

"I checked plans that Blight industries were sending us. I... I was adding little notes on the sides, non professional, sometimes funny. He never answered. Not to a single note" he started to look mad.

That was new. Raine frowned. Something was off here. If Alador wanted to contact Darius and bond with him again, then why would he ignore these messages? These would be a perfect opportunity, he wouldn't have to employ Raine to help. They have to ask him about it next time.

"He didn't contact me at all for a really long time. And lately he dared to came here, show me a ring on his finger and expect me to forgive him ignoring me for so long! What was he thinking, that I'll agree to be his side chick ride away? No fucking way" Raine placed their hand on Darius' shoulder. It reminded him that he should control his emotions. Screaming wasn't best considering where are they right now.

"I assume that rings were part of that agreement, right? A bit like proposal, because it was about getting married in the future?" Raine almost forgot to ask about it. If they didn't, it would be weird. Darius skipped that part, they couldn't just know it.

"Yes, you got it right, songbird. They were a bit like proposal. The closest I got to confessing my feelings" he looked at his hand.

"How about now? Do you still... Feel that way?" They asked, trying not to put too much pressure on him.

"Are you asking if I still love him?" Darius answered with another question. Raine nodded.

"I hate to say it, but... Yes. Yes, I do" he looked away again. Raine never saw him as sad as he was right now. They felt urge to hug and comfort their friend.

"You should fight for your love, then. At least talk about it with him" they said while hugging Darius. He appreciated that gesture.

"Maybe one day. If he would fancy talking to me" he rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about this. I can arrange your meeting" they answered, stepping back to look at his face.

"Dear Titan, how? Do you secretly contact him from time to time?" his voice sounded sarcastically.

"No. But I can contact Eda. Her child is dating Alador's daughter" they smiled. Darius remained silent for a while.

"Fine. We can do this. But maybe not right away" he said after a few minutes.

"Sure. Let me know when you will be ready"

Darius smiled weakly.

* * *

Sneaking out with help of kids was easier that Alador would expect. Odalia really was ignoring him if he only was busy in his workshop. She didn't bother to talk to him at all, so illusion could do the trick.

Scientist was waiting for Raine at the Owl House. He wasn't best in starting conversations, so they were just sitting there. Atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Sorry I'm late" Raine rushed through the door opened by Hooty. He already knew that bard is an always-welcome guest and was okay with them coming any time.

"Terra made it really hard for me to leave this time, but I managed. Anyway, I talked to Darius" they were kind of rushing this conversation, because they didn't have much time today.

"And?" Alador looked at Raine's face. His eyes were shining with excitement and hope, but also stress.

"Well... I do not swear often, but I have to say, that you fucked up" bard answered. Eda covered her lips with her hand.

"Uhm... I don't really know what I did, can you explain please?" scientist looked confused.

Something was even more odd. He should connect the dots, shouldn't he?

"You ignored him for a while. I'm not surprised that he wasn't fancy talking to you" Eda finally calmed herself down completely, because Raine's words were interesting.

"What? No! I mean, I might refuse to meet him few times due to work my wife gave me, especially after I was left alone with all of the work, but I never ignored him. Or at least I do not remember something like that happening" they could see that every muscle in Alador's body tenses. Stress completely took over him. Raine sighed.

"He told me about the notes. Notes on the plans, that he sent back to you after checking them. You had to see these" bard finished explaining.

Alador looked puzzled.

"I responded to every single note. He ignored my responses, actually. I never got an answer" he said, frowning. He couldn't understand it.

"He told me that you never answered. Plans were coming back corrected but side notes ignored. Huh, that's quite weird" Raine rubbed their chin.

"It looks like your responses disappeared on a your house - castle way" Eda commented. Alador suddenly got up.

"Of course! Of course it vanished" his voice revealed that he was really mad. "Guess who takes care of sending this to the castle. Come on, take a guess. My fucking wife!" he answered his question before anyone else could open their mouth.

"In that case, she probably knows that you want to reconnect with Darius. And she doesn't like it" Eda said out loud what was obvious. Alador sighed and sat down again.

"I convinced him to meet with you and talk" Raine said softly after a minute of silence. Alador needed it to calm down.

"Just text me when and where. Thank you. Now sorry, but I have to go. I can't believe that this bitch was erasing my notes" he frowned again. Raine put their palm on his shoulder.

"If I can suggest you anything, maybe wait with arguing with her. Talk to Darius first. She might complicate it later" bard tried to keep soft and smoothing voice tone. Alador nodded his head.

"Thank you for your help. I'll try to ignore her like usually. At least for now" he added, said goodbye and left.

Raine sighed heavily. Eda hugged them.

* * *

Darius was looking at the ceiling, thinking. Did he do the right thing telling all of that to Raine? He never talked about all of this to anyone.

Raine was his friend, they knew each other for a long time, but got closer recently due to rebellion thing. They weren't usually talking about things like that. On the other hand, Darius had a feeling that Raine can actually help him.

Ohhh, stupid, stupid, stupid heart! Stupid feelings!

He couldn't really focus on anything recently. Raine was right, he was sad. Short encounter with Alador made him loose his mind over him again. Completely.

How could he still love him after all this time? After being rejected so many times? How could he still have a hope?

He told himself that he wasn't naive nor desperate anymore. But was it true? If he wasn't, he would be able to get over it all, right?

He felt really pathetic. He sighed heavily and looked at the ring.

He closed his eyes and did something that he haven't done for a while. He tried to remember every single detail from that day.

They were sitting on the small hill. He got there first. Alador couldn't run that fast. He had terrible physical condition, not going out much, sitting in his room and experimenting with abomination. Nerd.

Darius smiled slightly.

Alador was slightly blushing. Or was it light reflection on his face? They met just before the sunset. Sky wasn't blue anymore, but pink and red... But he preferred to think that it was a blush. Well, it could be because he was running. But just for a little moment of happiness, he wanted to think that he was blushing at him specifically.

He tried to recall another part of that moment. Oh, he did blush because of him, for sure. When he called him "sweetie". He was kind of joking back then. He wished that he could call him like that for real.

Then he started talking. He took the rings out of his pocket. Oh Titan, he was so stressed at the moment. His heart was beating fast and he was scared how Alador would react. Brunet seemed to be happy with his proposition, thought.

They were watching sunset together. The most beautiful one Darius have ever saw.

He opened his eyes. Back to the grey reality.

He was smiling, but at the very same moment, tears were running down his face. He got up and grabbed a tissue to wipe them off.

His heart felt weirdly calm. It confirmed his conviction that he did the right thing. Telling Raine let him calm his mind.

He walked to the window and rested his elbows on the windowsill. It was quite late already. Sun was setting.

He spent few minutes on looking at it. One more tear run down his cheek and hit the windowsill under.

* * *

Alador came back home. It was weirdly silent. Well, maybe kids were busy in their rooms and Odalia left or something. He didn't want to overthink it at the moment.

He went straight to his workshop, so illusion might disappear.

Then he gasped in horror.

Illusion wasn't there.

Something had to go wrong this time.

He started checking every room, looking for the rest of his family.

He found them in the living room. Odalia was sitting on the sofa. Amity, Edric and Emira were next to her. All of them had sad expressions on their faces. When he entered the room, his son raised his eyes. His look said "sorry".

"Alador" Odalia's voice was sharp and unpleasant for the ear. Brunet cringed when he heard it.

"Why did you gather all of the family members here? Spending time together isn't in your style, so I assume that there's a different reason" he said, trying to play it cool. It wasn't easy. He still was extremely mad at her for getting rid of notes.

"You tell me. How bad has to be a father to turn his kids against their mother?" she frowned slightly, making the face of a victim. It made Alador even angrier. She wasn't the poor, innocent one.

"How bad mother has to be to have all three of her kids against her" he answered, clenching his fists. His face was completely red.

"I didn't know that you can talk back" she rolled her eyes. "Children. All of you are grounded. Go to your rooms" she said, ignoring Alador for a second. Amity and twins got up, but didn't leave.

"What are you waiting for? I said: go to your rooms" her voice got even more unpleasant. All of the kids cringed, looked at their dad once more and left.

"And we... We need to talk" she frowned, looking her husband right in the eyes. Alador gritted his teeth and nodded.

He had to face her earlier that he thought.

#the owl house #toh #darius toh #darius deamonne #alador blight #alador toh #aladarius #dalador #alarius #alador x darius #darius x alador

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Titan Maximum #2: "Busted" | October 4, 2009 - 11:30PM | S01E02

The second dang episode of Titan Maximum is basically a second pilot, taking us through how the newly formed team navigates the bureaucracy of the future government in order to get a replacement giant robot to pilot and have space adventures with. There’s also a little bit of advancement with the villain of the show, a former member of the team. I don’t think I touched on that aspect even a little bit last time. The important thing to know is, they get themselves reinstated with the military and the little brother nerd kid is their new engineer, producing a new mech that’s seemingly superior in every way, except the face is hastily drawn on. The episode ends with them about to do their first actual episodic adventure.

The main characters on the show are mostly dicks. We see them do stuff that dicks do to be dicks and for no other reason other than because they are dicks. That’s the comedy, dicks being dicks. Okay. That’s fine, I guess, if you're not me. In this one we have a flashback to them raping the “statue of unity”, because they were drunk and acting arrogantly for, again, no real reason. Then at one point they do a joke where a grunt foot soldier in another part of the story says an obvious sexual joke out loud and there’s pronounced awkward silence. It’s just like, man, what point are you even making here?

There wasn’t a single funny joke in this whole episode. I started getting actually pissed off. So much so that I failed to keep good notes for this episode; I literally wrote “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS SUCKS” in a few different iterations without saying what I was reacting to. I should’ve been writing stuff like “the mean slut is showing her tits and being nasty.” Why, it’s like a season three episode of Sealab 2021, except for it probably took a year to animate instead of an afternoon.

I watched this on adultswim.com, and I’m probably going to get a DVD or download of this or something to watch instead. I was literally getting like, cartoonishly angry at this show, so much so that I started punching stuff. I am a lunatic, yes, but usually bad shows don’t upset me this much. Then, midway through the episode? I swear to fucking god, there was like 4 minutes of ads. They just jammed a commercial break in and it took for fucking ever. Every time a new ad started I actually started growling. Lotta ads for new shows coming soon to HBOMax. They all look like shit. Goddamn, I have never hated an app more than that app. I am thankful I don’t actually pay for it myself.

To make it even worse: the one thing I stated as a positive about this show was the closing credits, which they interrupt for a lame callback joke. Then after the credits are over, they include a tag where a housekeeper explains an earlier joke where somebody pees in their space suit thinking it has a waste collection receptacle even though it doesn’t. Yeah, I saw that episode of Venture Bros. too.

MAIL BAG

got me katanas i want you to know, slicing up doors i want you to know, girl it's home movies i want you to know, don't know about you but i am wack...y coach mcguirk, wanna grow up to be, be a bob belcher

this was nice, pal, and I got a good laugh outta the deal. Well, see ya!

What can Delocated do in Season 2 to win you back? You seemed really down on it by the end. You didn't even like the part where he named all of Paul Rudd's lesser known movies.

You are full of shit! I literally named the final episode my favorite episode so far. I think all the feelings I had for the show roughly resembled the feelings I had for it back when it premiered. You're ignorant, pal.

He was in Anchorman, and The 40 Year Old Virgin, he was in The Shape of Things. He was in Clueless and Romeo + Juliet. He did a thing in Reno 911: Miami. The Cider House Rules. P.S. The Oh In Ohio. Knocked Up. He had a series of Broadway credits: The Last Night of Ballyhoo. Three Days of Rain with Julia Roberts. Twelfth Night at Lincoln Center. HE WAS IN HOUSE HUNTING!

"I like this" -me. See, now leave me alone.

Honestly I really like the *premise* of Titan Maximum. it's surprisingly earnest with it's deconstruction of Voltron, the character drama, the running story had a lot of potential, it looks great, Even the implied worldbuilding is fun. But like you said, the character writing is AWFUL. It's like a time capsule of the late 2000s "Workaholics" writers' board (twitter DOT com/podimportant/status/1369836756971835402). It sucks cause I like everything else about it but it really brings it down.

I probably should've noted this in the first episode, but I've never been a Voltron devotee. I don't remember ever watching it as a kid, and I've only seen a couple episodes as an Adult out of curiosity. So some of this show is probably lost on me. But the writing is so bad, I would highly doubt it would add anything for me.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #titan maximum

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𐚁֙࿐ A+ PARENTING

toji fushiguro x fem!reader

Tags — fluff , banter , bad parent toji , good parent reader (though she’s not megumi’s bio parent)

Notes — none

"You lost your son again." Y/N informs with a deadpan, one hand resting on her hip as the other holds onto Megumi's, the child being distracted by the vanilla milkshake Y/N had bought him minutes earlier.

"Huh?" Toji, the bastard, looks up from his phone as he nonchalantly glances at the two.

"Oh, thanks." Toji replies dismissively before looking away again.

"You— ugh, why do I even bother?" Y/N asks herself, eye twitching in annoyance as she sits down on the bench next to Toji, Megumi settling comfortably on her lap.

If anyone were to pass by them, they would surely think Y/N was the boy's parent rather than the homeless-looking man sitting next to the pair.

"It was my lunch break as well..." Y/N whispers to herself with a frown, pulling out her own phone to send a quick text to her boss, who luckily decided to take pity on her. Small mercies.

"You're lucky I care about Megumi, otherwise I'd call the police on you." Y/N sighs deeply, idly raising one hand to pet the child's hair, smiling faintly at the sight of the relaxed boy.

"Isn't that what you did the first time?" Toji questions boredly, a half-hearted attempt to irritate the woman further.

"The first time you had forgotten him at a grocery store." Y/N refutes with a pointed glare at the man. "I didn't have much of a choice there."

Toji only rolls his eyes in reply, the action only furthering Y/N's annoyance.

"God, you're seriously the worst. Do you even know Megumi's age?" Y/N asks sarcastically, but as silence answers her, spanning on with no sign of stopping; she pauses.

Toji eyes stay stubbornly on his phone, not so much as flinching at Y/N's harsh gaze.

"...Why am I not surprised." Y/N irks, eyes narrowing at Toji distastefully, "He's five, you failure of a parent."

"His birthday was last week— how do you not know this? I took him for the entire day, for god's sake!" Y/N gestures her hands out in a show of childish annoyance.

"Oh, that's why you kidnapped that day." Toji mumbles thoughtfully, a look of realization crossing his face.

"Holy shit. I did not— I didn't kidnap him! You literally gave me permission you insufferable man!" Y/N hits Toji across the head harshly, ignoring his grumble of annoyance from the act.

"Megumi, promise me you won't end up like your dad." Y/N looks down at Megumi imploringly.

Megumi stares up at her blankly, green eyes blinking slowly in a cat-like manner before he gives a short nod of the head. "'Kay."

"And if you date someone, make sure they won't be a lousy, good-for-nothing, deadbeat parent who relies on a stranger to take care of their son." Y/N continues, ignoring Toji's tired glare directed towards her.

"'Kay." Megumi nods, taking another sip of his milkshake only to glance down and find it empty. "Can I have another?"

"Of course! I bet this bastard doesn't feed you enough anyway. Do you want to try the strawberry one this time?" Y/N cooes, hoisting Megumi up and settling him against her hip.

"There she goes, kidnapping my son again." Toji mutters sarcastically, just loud enough so Y/N would hear the jab.

Y/N's eye twitches, "Let's go Megumi, I'll get you two."

© 𝓢OLARSAINT 2024 ─── all of my works belong me alone! do not copy, steal, plagiarize, or spread any of my works in any other social media platform. these have only been reloaded on my own accounts on ao3 and wattpad

#toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #child megumi #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fluff

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officialtayley · 6 months

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Ash, you got a long ask earlier that bothered me when I read it. To the anon who wrote that, I am begging you to learn more about this occupation because calling it a “conflict” clearly means you’ve only consumed Western media’s coverage of it.

Saying “it's sooo fucking easy to keep tagging paramore saying that they totally should speak up while what does it ACTUALLY change?? nothing.” is just wrong cause it won’t be nothing.

paramore speaking up and amplifying Palestinian’s voice would not stop this genocide but it will create a much safer community in this fandom for our fellow muslim and Arab friends. There’s a reason why this fandom got more diverse over the years and that’s cause the band made it clear where they stand when talking about racial justice. You can’t deny that the majority of paramore fans get influenced by a lot of the stuff the band shares. I’ve seen fans attend shows from artists that the band recommends, I know fans who bought the same instruments as Taylor and zac and this is the fandom that tolerated and bought expensive ugly merch for a long time cause it had the paramore brand attached to it. Imagine if they share info on how to call congressmen to demand a ceasefire, you don’t think more fans would be more motivated to do it? Imagine if they share a donation link or team up with an organization like they have done in the past. You don’t think it will have an impact?

Saying “I’m so sick of this narrative that paramore created expectations of them ALWAYS speaking up in EVERY injustice or tragic, y'all created this expectation. every activism is a selective activism. they never pretended they were gonna to speak up about everything.” Is just tone-deaf anon, I’m sorry to be blunt but the wording on this is insensitive.

This is the biggest thing happening in the world right now and US citizens specifically are all complicit in this cause their tax dollars are funding the IDF that is massacring innocent civilians. No one is asking them to speak about everything but how are they just gonna ignore a genocide? When the Ukraine war started, they didn’t ignore it, they even wrote a song about it because the coverage was everywhere and you couldn’t ignore it and move on with your life. Now it’s happening again but at a larger scale, Israel has now killed more civilians in Gaza in 30 days than Russia has in its entire war in Ukraine, which began over 600 days ago (this is the number from an NPR article published on nov 6 2023). How are you just gonna ignore this, how’s the band gonna make speeches about taking care of each other when they have ignored Palestinians?

Out of all of the things Palestinians could have asked all of us, they just asked us to spread the word and share the things they posted because they know that the Western media are all on Israel's side. I’m not only mad at paramore, I’m mad at every single artist that was fine with calling out loud loud racist like Trump but now are silent when POTUS is hugging and offering billion of dollars of aid to a dictator and war criminal. Where’s billie eillish and taylor swift too? They were both proud at calling out politicians and now it’s silent too.

Maybe it’s cause I grew up in a colonized country and I see the effects it has on its people every day here and I’m more sensitive to it but how do you look at those numerous videos of Palestinians crying over dead family members and destroyed homes and lands and not have the urge to speak up about the injustice? How do people look at that and just move on

👏👏👏 this this this! thank you for picking it apart cause so much of it bothered me but i just didn't have the energy to go through it.

the last paragraph though, i feel like i'm sensitive to death, especially when it involves children and babies due to losing my baby sister in 2007. watching your own parents go through that pain and then also i was going through it myself, when i see those videos it's extremely heartbreaking because it's like no one cares. these families are losing each other, losing entire bloodlines, and people are somehow able to just keep scrolling without a word? it's different obviously if the content is triggering, but many of us are still able to share other things and use our voices, but outside of that, i have no idea how people can just move on with their day.

#anon #answered

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kazewhara · 2 years

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valentine's day special!

# — pairing: albedo x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, albedo, various mondstadt characters

# — summary: the three times you bump into albedo, and the one time he bumps into you.

# — warnings: brief description of making out

# — tags: 3+1, fluff galore, mutual pining, getting together, first (desperate) kisses/making out, zuzu's totally compensating for his lack of a valentine

# — notes: happy valentine's day! you're a filthy simp and i've caught you on candid camera! 📸 (i say as though i didn't just write something about making out with albedo.) the last part is based on something that the 🧃 anon brought up in my asks a while back! also, i am so so sorry this is so long... can i get a wc, please? 🧍🏾 anyways, as always, reblogs and reactions/thoughts are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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✧ — 🌼 — ✧

Ⅰ.

if you have to hear someone call your name one more time, you think you're going to explode.

all day, you've been running back and forth completing noelle's duties in her stead since she called in sick. you're not helpstaff like she is, but you're the only one who stepped up to cover for her -- a fact that you didn't learn until after your responsibilities had already piled up.

you have no idea how noelle does it all; not only does she clean each and every room from top to bottom, but she organizes files, helps certain knights with patrols, and clears out any lingering threats all in the span of a few hours. you're not incapable of doing those things, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't exhausting.

in your defense, noelle was a special case; her job may seem mundane on the surface, but there was truly no one on teyvat quite like her. so you tried your best to fill her shoes.

although, you think as you stumble down the hallway with a large stack of books, maybe you should have just nursed her back to health yourself.

you can barely see over the books in piled in your hands, so you've resorted to using your instincts to help you avoid any obstacles and people. earlier, you narrowly avoided running into kaeya, who offered to help more than once. you turned him down each time, determined to complete the task you already started. he sent you off with a sigh, saying something about how you and noelle were too stubborn for your own goods. you ignored him and kept on your way.

after five more painful minutes, you finally make it to the entrance of the library and shuffle to the side to bump the door open with your hip. just as you nudge it though, the door swings open from the other side, and you jerk backwards in shock. "oh, no, no, no--!" you exclaim as you lose your grip on the books. everything you'd worked so hard to keep steady goes crashing to the floor around you and the person who opened the door.

you exhale sharply through your nose to keep yourself from swearing out loud. "i'm so sorry," you apologize on instinct as you bend down to start collecting the books. "i wasn't looking where i was going."

"no, forgive me," the person you bumped into apologizes smoothly, "i should have paid closer attention to my surroundings." before you can turn this into a battle of apologies, they bend down and begin picking up the books alongside you with a gloved hand. your eyes follow the person's arm up to their face, and you're finally able to see that before you is none other than the chief alchemist himself, down on one knee as he quietly helps you pick up your mess.

you barely manage to catch your groan of embarrassment in time. it comes out as high-pitched sound of pure distress and only succeeds in making albedo turn his focus to you instead of the scattered books. as if this day couldn't get any worse. of course you had to bump into him of all people. you, much like a number of other knights, have harbored a crush on albedo for quite some time now; what are the odds that you would (literally) run into him when you probably look worse than you have in years?

"are you alright?" albedo questions. bright teal eyes regard you with so much concern, you suddenly feel your stomach twist into the tightest knot imaginable. "did a book land on you? should i call a healer?"

"no!" you hurriedly reply. you've never wanted to curl into a ball so badly in your life. in an effort to spare yourself more humiliation, you hastily stack the rest of the books before albedo can grab any more. "i-i mean," you stammer as you resume your balancing act from earlier, "no, thank you. i'm really sorry again; i'll be more careful." you start into the library again but stumble yet again, but thanks to albedo's quick reflexes, nothing falls. you grimace. "i'm sorry, i--"

albedo rearranges some of the books in his own arms and calls your name so softly, you click your jaw shut. "you seem like you've been working hard enough today. you've done very well; allow me to help."

that wasn't a question. you flounder and miss your chance to stop him; albedo turns on his heel and heads into the library without another word, leaving you in the doorway with a light pile of books and an even lighter heart.

and as you watch him set the books down on a table near lisa, all that comes to mind is how you wouldn't mind hearing your name being called a million times over.

Ⅱ.

on the outside, hilichurls in dragonspine don't seem very different from the ones in mondstadt or windrise, but as you barely manage to dodge a cryo-infused arrow aimed for your shoulder, you understand that these things are a different breed entirely.

you've been in dragonspine for a day and a half at jean's behest to give albedo some company. she's worried that the lack of social interaction and actual sunlight will start to take its toll on him, so she sent you to provide one of the two things he was lacking. obviously, you asked questions, namely why she was sending you in particular since sucrose and timaeus were better suited for this job in every possible way. they were albedo's trusted students; they could provide company and assistance, both of which he likely needed.

not that you couldn't do that, of course. you're more than capable of following any instructions albedo may give you, it's just that... well, if he speaks to you, you'll stop functioning. ever since the day in front of the library, you've been avoiding him due to the sheer amount of awkwardness you felt knowing that he'd seen you so disheveled. fortunately for you (or unfortunately, since you couldn't watch him from afar anymore), he left for dragonspine a few days afterwards, allowing you some peace of mind.

that peace of mind was incredibly short-lived. you're now on dragonspine battling a few hilichurl shooters while trying not to disturb one insanely large hilichurl that you've never seen before. if jean hadn't told you to come here, you'd probably be with amber in sunny windrise, walking along a dirt road and keeping an eye out for any trouble. that sounds infinitely better than this.

the shooter hilichurls have impeccable aim, you have to admit as you charge the one that shot at you previously and cut it down with your pyro-infused sword. with that one gone, there's two left, not counting the monstrous hilichurl which you have yet to identify. you ready yourself to dodge the next wave of arrows by stepping backwards, but you immediately collide with something strangely firm. last you checked, there was nothing behind you, so what..?

a hand clamps down on your shoulder, and before you can process what's happening, you're pulled out of the way of the arrows and pressed further into the firm thing -- person? -- that you'd bumped into a second ago. you get your bearings and wrench yourself out of the person's hold to scold them but you're met with a familiar set of bright teal eyes.

it's albedo. your heart stops momentarily, making you cough.

"i heard the commotion on my way down the mountain," he explains quickly. you notice that he's already got his sword in hand, his grip on it as tight as ever. "i didn't think i would find you here. i'm glad you're unharmed." something akin to concern flickers across his face when you gape at him. "am i wrong? are you hurt?"

"uh," you reply intelligently. how are you supposed to talk to him in a situation like this? in a split second decision, you forego answering him and refocus yourself on the matter at hand. the hilichurl shooters have finished reloading and are taking aim at you two again. without a moment's hesitation, you close the distance between you and one of the shooters and drive your blade through its upper body. it did manage to loose an arrow that grazes your side, but you take it down as quickly and as quietly as you can.

the dying shriek of the last shooter gets your attention and you whip your head to the side to see albedo flipping his sword over in his hand as the hilichurl disappears. before you can thank him, albedo shakes his head sharply and looks over at the slumbering beast not too far away. thankfully, the commotion hadn't woken it up, but there was no telling if it wouldn't just wake on a whim. you two slink away safely and you follow albedo to his campsite, where you finally sigh with relief.

"thank you so much for your help," you breathe. your vision starts to swim, but you press the heel of your palm against your forehead and blink it back. albedo gestures to a chair that you're fairly sure wasn't there when you arrived, but you sit in it anyway. "i'm sorry you had to get involved, though."

albedo shakes his head and bends behind his desk to retrieve something. "there's no need to thank me, and even less need to apologize. especially not when you're hurt." he calls from his place. he rises and walks around the desk to kneel by your side. there's a first aid kit on the ground beside him; he must have seen your injury. you were trying to figure out if you should hide it or not, but as expected of the chief alchemist, he noticed it already. you don't put up a fight as albedo works away at your bleeding side, your mind too fuzzy to really focus on the fact that you can feel his warm fingers brushing against your skin.

"if you don't mind me asking," albedo speaks after a long silence, "why are you here? correct me if i'm wrong, but your duties never require you to be here."

you frown and blink rapidly to sort out your thoughts. does that mean he's been paying attention to you? no, you tell yourself, he's probably got every knight's schedules memorized. absent as he may be at times, he is an authority figure. "jean wanted me to..." you trail off. suddenly, you're all too aware of how ridiculous this is. if albedo wasn't mad before, he certainly would be when he hears your reason for being here.

albedo tilts his head to the side as he finishes tending to your wound. "yes? what did she ask of you?" you glance down at him briefly to see him peering back at you rather curiously. you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from getting lost in his eyes.

"she, uh... was worried about you. i was sent to do a wellness check." you admit. shame starts to burn your cheeks. "i'm glad that you're okay, but you ended up taking care of me and wasting your time."

albedo hums in understanding and returns the first aid materials to their place. "i see." is all he says. you open your mouth to spew more apologies, but albedo beats you to it. "she seldom worries about me, but i suppose it's a given, seeing as how i've been away for quite some time." he looks up at you from behind his desk and you swear you see a hint of a smile growing on his face. his expression softens subtly, but you think it's just your imagination (or the pain).

"yeah..." you murmur. you look down and brush your fingers over your injury, which is covered by your top. albedo is surprisingly good at this. you dimly wonder how many times he's had to treat something like this in order for him to be so skilled.

"i'm glad she sent you."

albedo's words give you pause. you silently gasp as your heart stops and restarts with the shock. surely he didn't just say what you think he said, right? did he say he was glad jean sent you as a person, or you specifically? what did he mean?

you try to force yourself to look at him and ask what he means, but your entire body has gone rigid; you're frozen in place, your eyes now fixed on your body. after a few silent seconds pass, you manage to choke out a hum in response, but that's all you can do. you press your lips together and will your heart to relax. perhaps you're just delirious from the pain, or perhaps you heard him correctly; either way, the corners of your mouth twitch upwards.

"and i'm glad you're okay." you finally respond.

(and perhaps it's for the better that you didn't look up, else you'd have seen albedo smiling at his desk with a hint of a blush blooming on his face.)

Ⅲ.

"oh, you're finally here," albedo greets you. he steps aside for you to enter his lab. "please, come in."

today, you're replacing sucrose as albedo's assistant while she and timaeus venture to liyue harbor in search of some research samples. you have no idea why she asked you in particular, but you certainly weren't complaining; the time you spend with albedo is often well spent, even if you might embarrass yourself here and there. not one to turn down an opportunity, you find yourself entering albedo's lab.

it's a little more organized than you expected it to be. you're awed by the way everything on the shelves at the back of the room seems to be color-coded and, if you squint, alphabetized. the tables are covered in all sorts of alchemical substances and gadgets, but there's a strange order in it all, one that makes you raise your brows.

"i take it this is your first time in here?" albedo's voice is colored with amusement. he walks past you and pushes some things around to make room for your work for the day. "you seem shocked."

not even two minutes in and you're already making a fool out of yourself. you clear your throat and walk over to his side. "i'm sorry, i just..." you avoid eye contact by looking closer at some liquid in a vial in front of you. "what with sucrose being... well, sucrose, and you being you, i expected something a little different." it's not until after you finish your sentence that you realize how blunt and borderline disrespectful you just sounded. you were honest, but celestia knows how offended albedo must be. "i-i mean--"

to your surprise, albedo actually chuckles. it's so quiet that you would have missed it if you hadn't seen the slight shake to his shoulders. "i understand." he sets up some equipment and hands you a pair of gloves that look rather familiar. "you're going to need gloves for what we're going to do today, but i'm afraid these are all i had."

they're his gloves, you realize. they're shorter than the ones he's currently wearing -- they stop at your wrists while the ones he has on travel further up his arms -- but the design is exactly the same. if this was happening a few months prior, you'd have frozen in place, but you've been around albedo so often lately that you've come to proper terms with your feelings. you take the gloves and slip them on your hands. they're a perfect fit.

really, you think as albedo starts to give you instructions, the amount of time you've been spending with him is actually a bit questionable. albedo hasn't left for dragonspine in upwards of a month, which is very out of character for him. he's been holed up in his lab, sure, but being able to see his face every other day is a little bizarre. you used to berate yourself for falling in love with a man you could only see once in a blue moon, but now, you're elated whenever he greets you in passing or when he asks if you want to spend time with him and klee. but you're not one to question blessings whenever they happen to you -- albedo is here, and you're the lucky soul who gets to bask in his presence.

speaking of which, he's standing behind you. technically, he's a little bit to your side, but with the way he leans forward over your shoulder to point out what you're doing wrong, you can almost feel his front pressing against your back. he smells faintly of formaldehyde, but there's the unmistakable scent of cecilias clinging to him as always. it's stifling, just how much you feel about albedo. you sigh and follow through on his corrections.

"you've got it." albedo praises you gently. you're so glad he can't see the giddy grin that threatens to split your face in two. "can you do me a favor and retrieve a book from the shelves back there, please? i'll take care of this in the meantime."

you nod and head to the shelves you were admiring when you first came in. they're just as organized as you thought they were, save for a few misplaced here and there. you take to scanning the little library for a few seconds before it suddenly dawns on you that albedo hadn't told you what you were supposed to get. or maybe he had, but you were too lost in your own world to really notice.

either way, you step back to ask him what you're supposed to get, but you collide with something solid that definitely wasn't there before. it startles you and makes you jump, and you whirl around to see albedo directly behind you, his bright teal eyes widening slightly. "i'm sorry," he says hurriedly. "i'd just realized that i didn't tell you what to look for. i was going to get it myself."

"i didn't hear you coming," you all but wheeze, placing your gloved hand over your racing heart. you know that you couldn't have run into anyone other than albedo, but you weren't exactly thinking just now. you've long since noticed that you're thoughtless when it comes to him. you laugh breathlessly. "were you trying to sneak up on me or something?"

albedo must not catch your joke, because he shakes his head, his expression not shifting. "if i was, i think you would know."

you don't think you want to unpack how vaguely menacing that sounds.

"what book were you trying to get?" you ask.

rather than answer you with words, albedo leans forward and over you, crowding you against the bookcase as he does so. you instinctively reach a hand up to press against his chest in an attempt to maintain some space between you two. at this distance, you can properly smell the cecilias that cling to his clothing. it's dizzying; you fight the urge to push him away. thankfully, he finds what he's looking for rather quickly, but when he returns to his initial position, you're sure your face is on fire.

"did you find what you were looking for?" you force yourself to speak in hopes that you'd be able to regain your composure. it doesn't take very long for you to reboot these days, but albedo doesn't respond immediately, and it sends you for a loop.

you turn your eyes to him to see that he's already looking at you. he seems to be deep in thought as he does so, and you almost look away. almost. "albedo?" you call his name softly. it's not unlike him to get lost in his own head, but he's looking straight at you. at least, you think he is; his eyes are on your face, but they don't seem to be focused on your eyes. "you still with me?"

"yes," albedo answers smoothly. "at least, i think so."

"you think?"

albedo takes your wrist in his hand and moves it away from his chest. "under normal circumstances, someone would have pushed me away by now." he doesn't let go of your wrist despite your very obvious flinch at his words. "but you didn't. even now, you're still here, not bothering to slip away from me." he lowers his voice and something flickers across his face; is it bashfulness? "how am i supposed to take this?"

how is he supposed to take this? what about you?! you're the one pressed against the shelves, not him!

admittedly, part of the reason you haven't moved is because you love being in close proximity with him, but who wouldn't like being chest to chest with their crush? the main reason you haven't moved is because you were trying your damnedest to appear normal. apparently, you were taking too long, because now he's onto you, looking at you with annoyingly dreamy eyes of his, and you don't know what to do.

flustered, you try to wriggle yourself out of his hold, but he doesn't let go. "it's just that you shocked me, is all." you hear yourself saying the words, but something tells you that that was the wrong thing to say. for some reason, you feel the urge to just confess here and now, but nervousness (and rationality) keep you from doing so. "i'll move, i'm sorry."

albedo shakes his head. "i wasn't telling you that so you could move." he says. he has the gall to take a step forward and crowd your space, making it so that your back is properly pressed against the shelves. "it was more of an observation. would you mind if i considered this our next experiment?"

you feel like a trapped animal. you're almost literally caught between a rock and a hard place here, and albedo's lowered tone isn't making it easy for you to process any of this. if anything, this reminds you of a scene you read in a book once and the very thought of it makes your blood run cold. in a moment's association, you can't stop yourself from asking:

"albedo, are you going to kiss me?"

it's a straightforward question and albedo gives you a straightforward answer. he finally lets go of your wrist and tucks his fingers beneath your chin. "may i?"

and like that, the dam you've been building over the past few months breaks. "please," you breathe almost desperately.

albedo obliges and kisses you hesitantly. it's a gentle peck on his part, and it upsets you more than anything has in the past couple of months. he doesn't get very far -- you take hold of his coat and huff.

"albedo, kiss me. please." your voice is small and foreign to your own ears; you're at the end of your own rope, forced there by albedo's hesitancy. you've waited so long for this moment and you want it to last, however long that will be.

fortunately for you, albedo doesn't question it. he leans back in and kisses you with a quiet, content sigh. your breath stutters when his tongue brushes your bottom lip, again with a hesitancy that drives you wild. it's as though albedo was asking you if you felt the same with his mouth alone. you're more than happy to answer him in kind, tilting your head and allowing him to deepen the kiss.

it takes a minute before either of you decide to pull away. when you finally do, you drop your head onto albedo's shoulder and he lets his hands fall to your waist. there's a surprisingly comfortable silence as you catch your breath. it's a miracle that your thoughts are as clear as they are. you feel light -- lighter than you have in months; your heart is beating strong and steady and your head is free of doubt. maybe that's why, when you think yourself stable enough to speak, you ask:

"and how am i supposed to take this?"

an honest to god snort leaves albedo, and a chuckle bubbles out of you at the sound. "if you're asking if i have feelings for you," he murmurs, "the answer is yes."

you hum, content. there's a calm that washes over you at his confession. you couldn't have possibly guessed that your feelings were mutual, not when you were as panicky as you were. but you're glad that this is how things turned out -- though 'glad' might be a bit of an understatement.

the two of you still have work to do, but neither of you move. you sigh and feel your shoulders droop. you lean back to look him in the eyes properly andfor a second, you regret it; though his expression appears as level as always, there's an affectionate glow on his face that says otherwise. archons, he's so cute. "albedo, why did sucrose ask me to help you today? wasn't there anyone else to help you?" you ask on a whim.

to your amazement, albedo's cheeks become dusted with a light pink. "ah." he glances to the side for a split second in a novel display of embarrassment. "that would be because i asked her to."

you gape at him. a thought occurs to you, but you restrain it before you can jump to conclusions. "why me, though?" albedo's cheeks darken just a touch more, and you immediately pounce on your assumptions. it nearly makes you choke. "did you... already like me?"

albedo doesn't answer you outright, but his answer is revealed in the way his eyes dart to the side once more. you must be staring really hard at him, because he sighs. "please stop looking at me like that." he shuts his eyes for a brief moment and meets your eyes when he opens them. "yes, i did. though i'm afraid 'like' may not be the right word to describe my feelings for you."

so not only were your feelings mutual, but the depth of said feelings were as well. this entire time, you were loving albedo and being loved by him simultaneously, and here he was, admitting that with the prettiest pink coloring his cheeks. you were never alone in this despite your efforts to make yourself think so. three months spent liking him from afar, and three months spent loving him up close. you don't know what to say.

"then don't say anything." albedo murmurs. you don't even get to process the fact that you'd spoken your thoughts aloud before albedo's lips slot over yours once more.

dimly, as you raise a hand to cup albedo's jaw, you make a mental note to thank sucrose for relaying his message to you.

Ⅳ. (or, the one time he bumps into you.)

there's a holiday in teyvat that people affectionately refer to as 'valentine's day'.

according to albedo's observations, it's most typically celebrated by lovers. customarily, they give each other a type of candy called chocolate and bouquets of freshly picked flowers, but every once in a while, some will do perform grander gestures like proposals or hire bards to serenade one another.

at first, he thought it to be asinine. lovers have every single day of the calendar year to prove their love to each other -- dedicating a whole day to this seemed pointless. assuming that you thought the same, albedo was ready to treat the day like he would any other. but then, he overheard a conversation between you and timaeus.

"a perfume for ying'er?" your voice is like a magnet for albedo's attention, forcing him to shift his focus from his experiment to you.

though today is technically your day off, you decided to stick around to keep albedo company. he typically doesn't much enjoy people who stick around for the sole purpose of sticking around, but as just about every knight knows, you are very, very special. albedo tunes in to your conversation but doesn't halt in his progress; he doesn't want to lose his place, nor does he want to get involved with a topic he knows nothing about.

eavesdropping. shameful as it is, he's eavesdropping. he grimaces internally.

timaeus chuckles nervously. "yeah, it's, uh... i feel like i didn't get to properly thank her for her help with the smoldersleet potion, so what better way to thank her than with a perfume, right?"

albedo hears you hum. are you impressed by timaeus' decision? "that's a good idea!" you say, confirming albedo's thoughts. "i think she'd love it. do you have a scent in mind for her?"

there's a painfully long silence before you speak again. "you don't know how to make perfume, do you?"

"i don't know how to make perfume, no." timaeus confirms at the same time.

you break into infectious giggles, ones that cause the corners of albedo's mouth to twitch upwards as he transfers a cerulean substance into another beaker. he's really only half-listening, but he'll admit that it is rather funny how timaeus is planning to do start something he'd be incapable of finishing. it isn't the first time he's done this, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. albedo's warned him against this type of rash behavior more than once, but much like klee who often ignores his words in good faith, timaeus hasn't heeded a single warning.

"anyways, what about you?" timaeus clears his throat to get you to stop laughing at him. "are you doing anything for valentine's day?"

his question immediately silences you and, for a split second, albedo feels eyes on the back of his head. "i don't think i am, no." your voice is considerably quieter than it was before -- were you hoping that he wouldn't hear you? albedo feels the slightest twinge of guilt; he can easily stop paying attention now, especially since this topic really doesn't interest him all that much, but something your tone keeps him hooked. "it'd be a little weird, though," you continue, "i've never done anything for valentine's before."

there's some soft clinking. timaeus must be getting back to work. "oh, well, maybe this year something special will happen?"

you huff a laugh and again, albedo feels your eyes on his back. as bad as he wants to, he doesn't stop working.

"yeah," you all but sigh. "maybe."

and that's why albedo spent two days combing through the library archives for more on valentine's day traditions last week.

it's not like you were pressuring him into understanding more about this day of love. the only time he'd ever heard you talk about it was when you spoke with timaeus that day in the lab. but as brief as that conversation was, albedo felt as though you were hinting at something.

there was always the idea that maybe you were talking just to talk; after all, you never did say anything about valentine's day after that, nor did you ask him for his thoughts on it. it was almost like you didn't care about it, and for some reason, that didn't sit well with him. so, albedo got to thinking, and after four days of agonizing over what to get you, he's finally done it; your gift rests in a small, cream-colored frame box decorated with a blush pink silk ribbon. he thinks it's perfect.

unfortunately, when valentine's day comes around, he can't find you.

albedo spends just about the whole day searching high and low for you -- he asks lisa, who tells him to ask kaeya, who laughs and directs him to jean, who simply admits that she hasn't seen you all day. by the time he gets to jean, however, he's already exhausted his motivation to give you your gift. albedo has been out of his depth for quite some time, now; he often retreats to dragonspine when he's in need of some solitude, but he's been in the city for you and you alone for upwards of three weeks, now. you told him to go whenever he wanted, but he couldn't bring himself to.

albedo lets his feet carry him to starsnatch cliff just before sunset. it's not dragonspine, but it'll do. up here, it's nothing but him and the cecelias that blow in the breeze; it's where he goes when he's in the city for long periods of time. when he arrives though, he finds that he's not alone. towards the cliff edge is you, sitting amongst the flowers. a gentle breeze blows in and albedo feels his breath go with it.

there you are.

"you're here." albedo speaks after a stunned silence. he would have brought his sketchbook with him to capture the moment, but since he was under the impression that he'd be spending the whole day with you, he left it in his lab.

you jump at the sound of his voice and twist around to face him. your eyes are comically wide and there seems to be a curse ready to fly past your lips, but you visibly relax when you see that it's just albedo. you groan, and albedo has to press his lips together to keep from laughing. "can you please make some more noise when you walk?" you twist back around and sigh heavily. "why do you keep sneaking up on me?"

your lover pads over and carefully seats himself at your side, resting the box with your present on his lap. he takes one of your hands in his own and notices that in your other arm, you're cradling a small bouquet of cecilias that have been tied together by a baby blue silk string. he knows for a fact that he didn't give those to you. there's a sharp sting in albedo's chest when he remembers that on valentine's day, people will gift things to those they admire or wish to court. it's not surprising that you'd have an admirer (or even a few), but to see you still holding a gift from them at the end of the day makes his gift to you feel like a weight in his lap.

"i was looking for you all day," he says quietly. you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you. you're smiling at him, but there's an obvious apology in it. forget the present -- he belatedly realizes just how much he missed you today. "is this where you were?"

your eyes drift to the side and your smile becomes strained by what albedo can only assume is awkwardness. "uh... something like that, yes." you fix your hand in his so that you can rub circles into the back of his hand. "it's valentine's day, so i did a bit of running around after my duties."

so you did care about the holiday? if that's the case, you haven't seem to notice the box in his lap yet. did you think he wasn't going to get you anything? "jean said she hadn't seen you all day, so i somewhat figured that you were dispatched elsewhere."

"that's... i told her to say that." you confess. "i had a feeling you'd ask since i had to stay away from you to make everything a surprise."

well, color albedo suprised. "'everything' ?" he echoes.

you nod with a shaky hum and let go of his hand to push the bouquet towards him. for a second you looked about ready to evacuate yourself with embarrassment, but albedo must have quite the look on his face, because you burst into giggles. "don't look so shocked!" you say breathlessly. "i did my best to get the best ones for you."

albedo gingerly takes the flowers from you. cecelias don't have the strongest scent, but when put together like this, he can smell them with every inhale. it coats his insides in something smooth and intoxicates him, and the smile on your face only makes it worse. "you took all day for this?" he asks as a bit of an afterthought.

"of course not!"

"what?"

"you think i'd take all day to pick a few flowers for you?" you tease. "well, it did take some convincing on my part because i had to ask jean to let klee come up here with me."

"you... picked these with klee?" albedo's thoughts have never stalled so badly in all his years of existence.

your smile softens. "i did." you point to a little red envelope that albedo hadn't noticed before nestled between the petals. he pulls it out and opens it find a card created by klee. while he reads it, you keep talking. "she was a little too excited to get you a gift, so of course, that landed her back in solitary for the day, but i bought her some chocolate and promised to take her back up here for an outing some day."

"i see..." albedo's in complete shock. you always manage to take his breath away, don't you? for months, you've been the cause of his every irregularity, and it seems that there's no stopping you. he starts to try and thank you, but you shake your head. "hm?"

"this," you begin as you reach into your pocket, "is... kind of self-indulgent, but it involves you, i promise." you pull out a small jewelry box and open it to reveal a star-shaped pendant on a thin golden chain. beside it is another pendant on a chain that's shaped like the solar isotomas he often makes, but if albedo isn't mistaken, that star looks an awful lot like--

he reaches up with his free hand to rest his fingers on his neck. "did you--"

you beat him to the punch. "i wasn't sure if you'd like this one, honestly. i know how you feel about your mark. but..." you reach back and clasp the necklace with the star around your own neck. it rests prettily on your sternum and glints in the pale orange rays of light from the sun as it sets. "i wanted to match. i mean... if that's okay with you."

wow.

when albedo did his research, he'd done it with you in mind -- the plan was to give you gifts today, not the other way around. and yet here he sits, completely awestruck by you and the way you keep shyly glancing away from him to look at the sun setting on the horizon. it's not like him to be speechless to this degree, but what is he supposed to say? the flowers were one thing, and honestly, he would have been satisfied with just that, but your necklace?albedo openly told you one day that he sees that star on his neck as an imperfection -- as a scar of sorts. so for you to have something like this made in his image -- for you to want to share in his imperfection so wholly...

"happy valentine's day, albedo." your voice is quiet, demure as you hand him the box with the remaining necklace in it. "i love you."

and oh, how he loves you too.

albedo takes a deep breath and tries his best to come up with the proper words to say. "i'm... if i'm being honest, i'm not sure how to give you my gift anymore." he blinks a few times, hoping that would somehow clear his head. "i feel mine is rather inadequate in comparison."

"you got me something?" your eyebrows shoot to your hairline. you must not have been expecting him to celebrate with you. but that also means you haven't noticed the box on his lap the entire time. you do now, though -- your eyes widen a bit when you register what it is. "you really didn't have to, i--"

"i wanted to." albedo cuts you off.

you frown a little bit. "but i know how you feel about this kind of thing..."

a valid concern, he thinks. "in light of recent events, i've given it some more thought." a cheeky response, but it gives him the perfect opportunity to rest the box on your lap. you give him a wary look but open it anyways, and albedo can't help but smile at your reaction.

inside the box atop a velvet cushion is a silver bracelet. it looks a bit plain at first glance, but it was made with you in mind; albedo can tell that you realize that there's more to this bracelet right away. you lift the jewelry out of the box and rest it in your palm, your mouth slightly ajar. "it's... ley line branches?" you ask. albedo nods and reaches over to help put it on you. "how did you..?"

"i've been experimenting with ley line branches for quite some time," he explains, "and i've finally found a use for them outside the lab."

"what do you mean--? oh." your question is answered when little silver flowers begin to bloom around your wrist. the buds open and spread with a flourish, and he can hear your breath catch. "albedo, this is... you didn't have to..."

"it will bloom whenever you want it to." albedo's ears start to burn beneath his hair. the bracelet will bloom under very specific circumstances; it seemed reasonable at the time of creation, but suddenly, saying it out loud seems less than ideal. "specifically, whenever i'm thinking of you." you ask him how that's possible and he slowly pulls off the glove on his right hand to reveal a similar bracelet on his own wrist. "mine will do the same when you think of me."

you bite the inside of your cheek as a sheepish smile slowly blossoms on your face. "it'll never stop blooming then." you joke.

"and neither will yours." albedo replies seriously. you choke and he chuckles. he leans forward and takes your face in his hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek. you lean into his touch, and for the hundredth time that evening, albedo feels a burst of warmth surge through him. as often as it happens with you, he'll never tire of it. "i didn't say it earlier," he murmurs and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "but i love you, my star."

you pull him in for a proper kiss and peck his lips two more times for good measure before replying. "i love you more."

albedo exhales a laugh through his nose. "and i love you most."

✦ i know the ending is a bit rushed, but that's probably because holy FUCK i haven't written this much in so long!! holy fucking shit, i finished one of my drafts!! AND PUT IT UP ON A HOLIDAY? THAT'S CRAAZY

✦ anyways, happy valentine's day, you guys. i really really hope you enjoyed this!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin albedo #genshin albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x reader #z scribbles #WWAHAAAAHAHAHAH I FUCKING DID IT #WHEW BITCH THIS IS LONG

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overnight delay | jhs

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (pilot!au, s2l)

wc: 6.1k

Genre: smut, romance

summary: missing your friend’s babyshower due to the weather conditions you have to find a way to occupy yourself during this overnight delay.

r: 18+

Warnings: dirty talk, bareback riding, creampie, cockwarming, multiple positions, oral (f receiving), masturbation (somewhat mutual) sexual tension in public, this is one of the tamer ones.

A/N: I missed my bias’ birthday, but I finally managed to post this, and only a day late. I realised as I wrote this that the weather conditions scenario played incredibly well as we had a storm yesterday which didn’t allow me to post earlier. Thank you for being so patient with me! Thank you @notyouroppar for editing this and for being there for me and thank you so much @btssmutgalore and @yoonjinkooked for being my support pillars and making sure I am still alive. I really appreciate you.

Enjoy some more airplane shenanigans! If you have any feedback, or just want to talk to me please do! I love seeing your thoughts and hearing from you! ♡ Happy belated Hobi day!

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“Ladies and gentlemen, due to some unexpected weather conditions the flight FR2300 to Las Vegas will be delayed until further notice. We sincerely apologise for the inconvenience. For more details please go to the information desk, thank you.”

“-well this is happening,” you spoke flabbergasted to no one in particular. The flurry of people passing your frozen form, forcing you to skillfully dodge a shoulder and a bag, was enough to snap you out of your trance. Normally, these types of announcements were ones you’d easily dismiss; however, your ears pricked as soon as you registered your flight number. You listened with breath abate, only for your plans to get to your friend’s baby shower to be ruined.

Your shoulders slumped dejectedly and you decided to sit down for a moment before you headed to the information desk. There was no chance you’d get to talk to anyone for the next few hours. Judging by the rush of people, most passengers on the same flight had trampled over each other trying to get information out of the poor desk assistant. You would definitely find out more information about your flight on the airline’s website. Opening your bag you pulled out your phone and your diary. Old school, but things written on paper held a heavier meaning for you than an app you could easily dismiss.

“Weather…winds, rain blah blah, ok, so nothing too serious, no further information?!” you exclaimed, jumping up in disbelief, jolting a sleeping passenger next to you. Apologising profusely, you sat yourself back down, cheeks flaming with embarrassment and anger. “Argh, this is so stupid, there is nothing wrong with the weather,” you glanced outside for a moment, the stillness in the air mocking you. “But at this rate I will definitely miss the baby shower,” you whined, grabbing your luggage ready to fight your case with the airline staff.

Lost in your thoughts, a long list of excuses and apologies you had to offer your friend playing in your head, you completely missed the person that ran into you making you lose your balance. The sting in your shoulder brought you back to reality; the numbers of the gates around you made you realise you’d been so caught up in your thoughts, you’d barely moved. Hurrying up your pace, you ignored the lines of people waiting to board their plane, and the duty free shops that under normal circumstances would call your name. The closer you got to the information desk, the louder the commotion around you. People yelling at each other in unintelligible words; the airport suddenly changed from a serene setting to a scene pulled out of Doom’s Day.

“Does no one think about the airline staff?” you wondered out loud, your brows furrowed in concern at the long line of furious people unloading their frustrations on the poor desk assistants. They were dealing with the situation as best as they could, but you could tell from their almost huddled form, they were ready to have a breakdown in the middle of the airport.

“Apparently not, lord knows what they’d do if they saw a pilot or flight attendant,” the smooth voice coming from behind you made you jump in surprise. Focused on the situation unfolding in front of you, you barely noticed your own body commiserating with the staff as you tried to back away, almost bumping into an innocent passerby.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” you apologised feeling foolish for not being more aware of your own surroundings. Turning to apologise once more, you doubled in surprise. What caught your eye was not how good looking the man was, with jet black hair, choppy haircut slicked back tastefully, sharp features and lean frame. It was his navy uniform, pressed shirt and the gold double stripes on his cuffs. You may not have known much about the hierarchy amongst the airline staff, but he screamed pilot.

You were staring— there was no other reason for you to notice his face morphing into a slightly more uncomfortable frown, the corner of his smile creasing for a moment.

“Oh,” you mumbled, your mouth slightly agape. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–“ he cut you off with a light airy laugh, and you found yourself wondering if you were going to be around him enough to try to pry it out of him more often.

“Why are you sorry?” he questioned without hesitation and you paused briefly pondering your response. Why were you sorry? His presence was distracting, his tall lean frame almost towering over you, uniform fitted him like a glove- it was a miracle you hadn’t dropped to the ground yelling arrest me officer.

“Are you going to yell at me?” he wondered, his eyes crinkling with his smile making you realise he wasn’t seriously offended nor angry at you.

Shaking your head lightly you let out a small laugh, your voice drowned out by the loud voice over the speaker. Of course, normally they’re quiet when you need them, now that you had better things to do they’re not.

“No, I’m really sorry, I almost bumped into you, then almost said something unsavoury about your,” throwing a quick glance at his uniform to make sure you weren’t wrong, you carried on, “colleagues. I’m normally not that rude, I just am tired and will be late to my friend’s party, and oh god,” you breathed in and out trying to calm yourself down, completely ignoring the amused glance that morphed into worry as his eyes took in your display.

“I will be so late, I’m the godmother! How can I miss the baby shower, she’s going to kill me,” you whined, “so is her wife! Have you met them?” You looked up at him, eyes shining with tears and before he could even utter a word you cut him off once more, “of course you haven’t met them, stupid of me, I’m really sorry I’m a mess and rambling aren’t I?” you stopped, sealing your lips, your breathing laboured from the amount of words per minute that your brain dished and your mouth struggled to catch up with.

“Hey, hey, breathe-“ the man spoke softly, his footsteps reaching your ears as he got closer. “May I?” he asked and your breath hitched at his consideration. Nodding softly you braced yourself for the human contact, only to gasp when his arms enveloped you whole and he brought you closer. “It’s ok to cry it out,” he softly patted your back and you found it difficult to breathe. The proximity allowed you to smell him, his scent, quite expensive, made your mind reel and your instincts to scream at you. Burrowing your head into him as best as you could your whole frame shuddered with unspoken emotions.

“It’s ok,” he carried on, his smooth voice barely above a whisper. “Cry it out, you can hide in here as much as you want,” he coaxed, his fingers gently pulling at the ends of your hair.

“I won’t judge.”

You couldn’t see him, but you guessed by the way his chest relaxed that he was prepared for you to use him as your human shield. The thought of a total stranger, a handsome stranger, being this kind to you made you pause, your tears lingering in the sting at the corner of your eyes. You tried your hardest not to start bawling your eyes out, but the situation you were in coupled with your tiredness and his kindness managed to break the dam in an instant. Slowly one by one your tears started chasing each other down your face only to be stopped by the soft material of his shirt.

“I am so sorry,” you apologised sniffling, unable to stop the trembles that took over your body. “I’m normally not as emotional, it’s just-“ another hiccup wrecked through you and you could feel his arms tighten around you lightly bringing you closer. Your nose was buried into him and your arms hung uselessly by your side. Not wanting to make the situation even more awkward, you fisted your top preventing yourself from wrapping them around him; he was a stranger after all.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, his cheek pressed tightly to the side of your head. You could smell his clean scent and its undertones of musk and oud sent your mind reeling into scenarios you shouldn’t have thought of. “You can let it all out, no one can see you.” You mulled his words in your head, but by the time you came to a conclusion the tears had already started pouring out of you along with the dam of words you had to share towards the airline and the weather. To his credit, Hoseok allowed you to curse at him and the rest of the crew without saying a word, his arms tightening their grip on you. As the last curse passed your lips you felt the relief of having let out all your frustrations. It was all short lived though. The shame of having caused a scene in such a public place, along with the mortification of having presented yourself in a state in front of not only a part of the airline crew, but also a handsome man, washed over you in waves.

You pulled away from him, your words stuck in your throat. “I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you muttered taking a step back. “I’m Y/N.”

“Don’t worry, no need to look so flabbergasted and my name is Hoseok and I was to be your pilot for the day,” he laughed at your expression; your mouth hung open and your eyes were wide in surprise. You never expected a stranger to act so kindly towards you, and for a moment you felt your heart clench and warmth envelop you. “I won’t ask you to join the Mile High Club as payment, it was me offering my services to aid you.” He ran a hand through his hair, disturbing the locks of hair that have been

“I would join the Mile High Club in a minute if you asked me,” you mumbled before you could stop yourself. Mortified, you turned away from him quickly and covered your mouth, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

“Y/N, that was an incredibly scandalous proposition,” Hoseok’s voice rang in your ears and you stopped abruptly, the chill running down your spine gripping at your throat. The fear of having upset him and having made a fool of yourself at the same time kept you rooted on the spot. Unable to turn around and face him you tried to busy yourself with your luggage muttering something about an overnight place to stay.

“But I’ll take it,” he was closer than before you realised, his smooth voice echoing in your ears making you turn around. “As a pilot I already have a room in the hotel right there,” prying your eyes away from his sharp handsome features was a struggle, especially when the smirk that lit up his face spoke of trouble, and you found yourself more than excited to hear the rest of his proposition. You’ve bit the bullet, chewed it, and allowed it to reach him. An act of bravery only fuelled by the way his eyes were drinking you in, as if you were the only source of hydration and he was a parched man. Hoseok placed a hand on your shoulder to gently turn you towards the direction of the exit.

“If you want, you can come with me,” he said, his voice as friendly as before, but the slight grumble in his tone made you realise that you weren’t imagining this. He wanted you as much as you did him.

“Or,” his eyes narrowed slightly and the corner of his mouth twitched, “I could fuck you right here right now in this airport and make you scream so loud everyone would hear you even over the tannoy.” The sultriness in his voice was a clear indication for you that he was not joking nor pulling your leg. His stance had not changed, his body language not betraying anything. Yet, the way his teeth nipped at the corner of his lip for a moment made your decision.

“Why not both?” you cheekily replied, a moment of adrenaline and lust coursing through your veins. “Isn’t joining the Mile High Club a result of fucking on an airplane?” you wondered, your eyes fixed on his. The ghost of a smirk that appeared on his face lasted a second before you found yourself enveloped into his arms once more. His scent wafted over you once more making you moan lightly. Now that you were not pretending to be cordial and your cards had been played you allowed your brain free reign over its desires, and what it wanted was this handsome stranger with a golden heart to own you, at least for the moment.

Hoseok inhaled sharply, his nose burrowed into your neck, a ghost of a kiss making your skin tingle. “Y/N, if I wasn’t such a selfish man I would have taken you here and now in front of everyone,” his uncouth words cut through you like a knife. You could feel your knees weaken thinking about the possibility of affecting him as much as he affected you.

“Unfortunately, I want to keep your pleasure all to myself,” he placed a hand on your lower back guiding you towards the exit. “I will take care of your bags don’t worry,” he responded to your unasked question, your eyes flickering to the two small hand luggages he grabbed with one hand. “There’s a car reserved for staff waiting,” he motioned towards the black van and you turned around alarmed.

“Will there be someone else?” you questioned not wanting to have your shameless display and advances made known to more people, especially not his colleagues. Hoseok’s amused snicker, a dark glint shining in his eyes, made your heartbeat quicken.

“I wish. That way I wouldn’t have to control myself from ravaging you inside the car.” He muttered, barely audibly, before he cleared his throat and let go of your hand to open the door for you. “The crew has already left, it’s just me and the driver,” he added louder this time for you to hear.

Reaching the hotel was a blur, your hands glued together, his fingers tightly squeezing yours and for a moment you couldn’t help but feel the giddiness surface and trump over the nervousness building up in your chest. To you, all this felt like an adventure, a spontaneous decision made, fuelled by the courage built on top of the adrenaline from earlier. You felt like a teenager who was sneaking out behind their parents’ back to go to their friends’ party. You could feel your panties clinging to you, your arousal rising by the minute. You took the time to observe him. Taking in his sharp jaw and defined bridge of his nose, the way his perfectly styled hair fell on top of his forehead lightly brushing his eyebrow making him twitch from time to time, you couldn’t help but smile lightly to yourself.

When you built up the courage to say something he turned around, his gaze locking onto yours for a moment, before your words died in your throat. You quickly turned away from him, cheeks heating up and pulse threatening to raise the bile up to your throat. You kept your eyes fixed on the scenery even when his gaze lingered, the shadowy forms of the trees and airport buildings not registering in your head.

The ride to the hotel didn’t take long but to you it felt like ages, your thoughts racing with the weight of your impulsivity. Before you could step out and regret having made this decision, Hoseok’s hand gripped yours tighter and pulled you back in for a moment.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before he let go of you stepping out into the night. Flabbergasted and flustered you followed him, your shaky knees making you stagger behind him.

When the card unlocked the door, with a flash of green, you felt your heartbeat speed up. Hoseok took a hold of the handle and before he could open it, he turned to you once more.

“Are you certain?” he sounded hesitant, and with your mouth as dry as the dessert you swallowed, raising your eyes to meet his. You didn’t reply, you couldn’t, your voice was stuck on the words playing over and over in your head.

Yes, fuck me like there is no tomorrow.

Instead, he must have seen something in your eyes. Perhaps in the small way your eyebrows furrowed or the small crease at the corner of your mouth, for he nodded and pushed the handle, the door giving way under the force.

Entering behind him, your heartbeat increased with every step you took, this was it. Your hands were clammy and your attempt to wipe them on your top failed miserably.

Hoseok turned around, his hand reaching for the light switch. His calm composure was not lost on you and for a moment you deflated, the telltale signs of disappointment making your shoulders sag. He looked so serene, the small trace of his smile lingering at the corner of his mouth and his stance was relaxed as if he had done this more than once. And perhaps he had. For you, everything was still new, even the will to propose such an affair was something that took most of your courage.

“Please sit. Would you like a drink? Something to eat?” He moved around the room, his eyes not settling on you once, and if you’d blinked you would’ve missed the way his jaw twitched as you made a small strangled noise before responding to him.

“I’m good,” you replied softly, doing your best to keep your tears at bay. Had you misinterpreted this?

“Then perhaps you may want to take a shower?” his voice faltered for a moment, his movements paused, “or you may want to call your friend?” At the mention of your friend whose baby shower you were definitely missing, your heart skipped a beat and you felt the anger bubble underneath your skin. Using it as an incentive, you took a silent step closer to him, your feet burrowing into the plush carpet before you firmly grabbed the hem of your top and you pulled it over your head.

When he refused to turn around, making himself busy with arranging your luggage by the window, you clenched your fists. “Hoseok,” you demanded his attention, your voice firm.

Hearing his name spoken so sharply, Hoseok turned around, his eyes landing on your figure. He swallowed hard as his eyes raked over your figure, his form turning rigid. Your feet were firmly planted onto the carpet, your top lying uselessly by your feet and he could clearly see the swell of your breasts. If it weren’t for your sweaty trembling hands and rapid breathing you would’ve closely resembled a statue.

He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. Hoseok fought his instincts doing everything in his power to not give in until he made sure you were ok. Despite his hardening cock nudging him to take you then and there, and your half naked form screaming at him to fuck you against the wall, he wanted to take his time and enjoy your reactions as much as he could.

“Mmm,” he feigned ignorance, as if you weren’t tempting him to roughly push you into the wall, rip your panties off, and shove himself so deep inside you would feel him bruising you deep within your womb. He took a careful step towards you and when you didn’t move, your stance unwavering, he took a few more until he was toe to toe with you.

“Stop being so cordial,” you grit between clenched teeth.

Pushing you backwards with his body, he trapped you between himself and the door. With little room to breathe and your arms trapped in between your bodies there was little movement you could do so you settled on gripping his uniform tightly, your gaze fixed on his.

“You think,” he hissed, his smouldering eyes narrowing and he bent over his form towering over you. “That you can pull this,” he motioned to your already half naked form, your breasts visible to him as your whole body shook in rhythm with your ragged breaths. “And I can stay cordial and a gentleman, and not want to fuck your brains out Y/N?”

He wasn’t touching you. Yet, you could feel the shivers running down your spine from his words alone, the cold sensation following up towards your throat,where a choked moan ripped its way out. You felt hot and cold at the same time, your pussy felt on fire, muscles clenching and unclenching lewdly. Your skin prickled with goosebumps the colder air you exposed it to making your nipples pucker.

“I will ask you this once more, before I lose all control, are you certain?” his gaze didn’t waver from yours, his dark irises drinking you in.

Your nod was all it took for him, and with a steady grip he pulled you into him, his lips finding yours. The softness of the kiss made your head reel, and you let yourself embrace the dizziness of his body so close to yours. Despite your proximity you craved more. You needed to feel at least a bit of him. Boldly your fingers found his buttons, undoing them quickly. His blazer and shirt were easy to discard, his own eagerness aiding you in undoing the last few buttons and throwing the garments somewhere in the room. When your palm made contact with his smooth warm chest you groaned, and he sought the opportunity to trace your mouth with his own tongue.

Hoseok slowly guided you towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours, his hands leaving hot trails down your body. Gripping at any patch of skin he could, he hoisted you up, eliciting a yelp out of you. Trying hard to not tumble out of his arms you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

“Hoseok,” you moaned, the position you were in allowed you to feel his hardened member right against your heated core and you couldn’t stop yourself from rutting your hips against him for more friction. “Ah, so good,” you let your head fall backwards, your arms resting comfortably around his neck for support. His clothed cock rubbed against your folds, forcing your panties to cling to your slick.

“Look at how hungry you are to be fucked, getting yourself off on your own,” he growled. Your reactions coupled with your cunt rubbing against him made him twitch uncomfortably in his pants. The smidget of restraint he had went out the window when you moaned out his name and ordered him to fuck you senseless.

“I bet, if I left you, you would make yourself come whilst I was watching,” his voice dropped and you felt the clench in your stomach tighten at the prospect of putting on a show for him. Nodding eagerly to him you locked eyes with him, the glint in them telling him all he needed to know. He would have let you play on your own for a while if you hadn’t been taunting him for so long. He didn’t know if he could last nor keep his sanity if he waited longer.

“Unfortunately Y/N, I can’t. I’m too hungry to taste you.” He dropped you slowly onto the bed, your body jolting at the impact with the cool mattress against your heated back.

You looked up at him, your teeth nibbling on the corner of your lips, uncertainty filling your body as he hesitated to approach you. You could see the conflict on his face, his brows furrowing for a few seconds as thoughts ran through his head. You knew he needed the encouragement, as you’ve been the one to make the proposition, you pushed your own insecurities away and bit the bullet.

“Hoseok,” your voice was velvety smooth, smoother than you’d expected it to be considering the butterflies plaguing your stomach. His name coming off your lips was enough to draw his attention back towards you, and in an attempt at brave seduction you motioned for him to keep his eyes on you.

“Watch me,” you moaned, a finger making its way down your cleavage pushing the bra off your shoulders in the process. Once your breasts were free for him to gaze at he inhaled sharply a guttural moan vibrating through him.

“Y/N…” he started but you shushed him carrying on touching yourself.

“Just watch,” you cooed, your hands undoing your trousers and pulling them down quickly. You had no time for games, the tension in your stomach increasing just by witnessing his hungry gaze on you. “Touch yourself, do this with me,” you gently coaxed him, your legs splaying open to reveal your already wet cunt. The cold air brushing past your wet pussy made you close your eyes in pleasure and you let your head fall down onto the soft pillows.

Hoseok’s eyes never left your form, your legs spread open displaying your hunger for him was enough to spur him on. Fiddling with his belt, he undid his trousers and pulled his raging hard on, almost sighing in relief at the sensation. He’s been uncomfortable since being cramped up in the car with you, despite the space you two had in the van he felt as if he could implode just by having you in his vicinity. Grabbing his dick he wasn’t surprised to see he was already dripping precum, making it a lot easier for him to palm himself before he wrapped his hand around his girth pumping himself.

“That’s it, good, imagine it’s my mouth licking all around your cock, sucking you in,” you moaned, your eyes fixed on his movements. You didn’t know where this dirty talk was coming from but you embraced it openly. Too distracted by him pleasuring himself your fingers ceased fiddling with your clit, the coil tightening in your stomach lessening to a dull throb.

Hoseok breathed out, your words almost making him blow his load. Tightening his grip on his cock he paused.

“No matter how much I want to carry on doing this, I can’t let you take the lead yet, I promised you something,” letting go of himself he leaned across you on the bed, lowering himself to his knees. Unexpectedly, he grabbed your ankles, roughly pulling you towards him.

He didn’t hesitate to plunge in, like a starved man, his tongue lapping at your folds, moaning softly at your taste. “You taste so good, I could keep doing this for hours,” he pulled away to observe your expression. Eyes hazy, and lips puffy from biting them you were a vision. Smiling to himself he dove back in, his finger joining his lips in tracing your cunt.

“Hoseok, please, fuck me, I want to feel you deep inside of me,” you pleaded, hips raised off the bed as your back arched with pleasure. His lips on your clit nibbling at the sensitive nub made your knees weak, and your thighs to clench around his head. You could feel his finger prod deep inside of you, hitting the right angles as he added a second one. The flurry of sensations, pain from his teeth biting lightly on the top of your mound, the electricity of his digits scissoring within your cunt accompanied by the lewd squelch and your erratic moans—they all condensed and crashed onto you in an orgasm making its way from the pit of your stomach all the way down to the tip of your toes.

“Hoseok,” a scream made its way past your lips, your hands buried deep into his dark locks, keeping him in place as you rode your high, painting him in your cum.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you scream my name like that,” he rasped pushing himself onto his knees. With his fingers digging into your thighs he pushed your legs further open, his form hovering above you. Opening your eyes still dazed from your orgasm you could see the slick sweat and your own cum shining on his face. Unable to resist, you hooked your leg around his waist pulling him towards you. When your lips clashed, unceremoniously, you moaned with desire; you could taste the saltiness and tang on his lips making you crave more of him.

“Are you ready for me baby girl?”

“Yes, fuck me like there is no tomorrow,” you groaned grinding your bare pussy into his abdomen

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t fuck anyone and everyone, so I’m lacking a condom,” he grit, trying his best to keep his mind off your reddened slick cunt waiting for his dick to be buried inside of it. The thought of him being this open with you made you pause, the familiar warmth that you felt earlier washing over you again before the need of being filled by him made you throw any other thought out the window.

“It’s ok,” you rasped, “fuck me raw, I want to feel you,” your voice cracked as your hand reached for his dick, raising your hips to meet the tip and shuddering at the contact. Sliding the tip along your slit, you pressed him to your entrance, your gasps from the effort of holding yourself up filling the room.

Hoseok lost all sense of control at your words, his mind only focused on the feeling of your smooth velvety walls engulfing him little by little, until he was sheathed deep inside of you. Pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his cock, he closed his eyes allowing his head to drop forwards. You fell onto your back from the strain, your small ragged breaths playing in his ears like his favourite record.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whined, trying to control himself from plunging in and out of you as roughly as he wanted. If it was down to him, he would’ve grabbed your hips and fucked into you with abandon until you couldn’t speak anymore. Your pussy muscles contracted around him teasingly, and his hips snapped forwards at the feeling.

“Y/N,” Hoseok growled, propping himself up on his arms, his dark gaze warning you of the repercussions of your actions. “If you carry on this way, I won’t be able to stop.”

Unprepared for his reaction you whimpered, the crown of his cock hit the entrance to your womb, causing a spark of electricity to travel up your spine. Shuddering, you pushed your hips into him to chase the feeling again. Despite his warning, you wanted him to use you as he desired, to fuck deep into you, to make himself come using your cunt. Without words you placed your hand onto his upper torso feeling the muscles contract lightly at your touch and you pushed him back as far as he could go without leaving your warmth.

“I’ve got another idea,” you whispered, the deep voice unfamiliar to your ears.

Hoseok allowed you to mannouver him onto his bum, his cock slipping out of you for a moment. Before you could miss the sensation, you straddled him and sunk down deep onto him. In this position not only could you control the speed, but he reached even deeper than before.

Riding him until your legs went numb was not your plan, but his hardened member massaged your inner walls so well you could barely think of anything else. Just the incoming orgasm waiting to ravage you. Hoseok supported your weight as much as he could, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his eyes trained on your bouncing breasts, small curses falling off his lips when you ground your hips further into him. As soon as your knees gave out he made quick work of pushing his own taking over the erratic movement.

“That’s it,” you moaned, allowing your head to fall backwards, “there,” gasping out when he hit a particular sensitive spot that made you see stars. You dug your nails into his shoulder for support.

Hoseok hissed at the sting but he didn’t stop, his hips mimicking the movement making sure he hit the spot each and every time. Even as he felt your head support itself onto his shoulder, your teeth nipping at his pulse, he didn't relent, his hand travelling in between your sweaty bodies finding your clit. Pressing hard, he felt your shudder before he heard your staggered breath announcing your second orgasm. Your pussy clenched so hard around him that he felt his own release approaching, and he let out a guttural groan as he increased his pace.

“Fuck, I’m coming, come with me Y/N. I want to feel you as I’m shooting my cum deep inside of you,” he mumbled into your neck, slamming his hips into you once more before he let himself go. Feeling his hot cum inside of you, you mewled, your muscles contracting in rhythm with his shallow thrusts, milking him of his cum.

“Well that was…” you could barely find your voice, your throat feeling tight from your screams, and you could only hope you hadn’t disturbed your neighbours too much. Mortified at the thought you pulled away from him burying your head in the pillows allowing his cum to run down your inner thigh.

Hoseok noticed the three seconds it took for you to realise how loud you’d been and he chuckled lightly to himself on his way towards the bathroom. Picking a towel up he slowly wet it before he cleaned himself and headed back to you.

“You’ve done so well baby,” he cooed and you groaned, kicking your legs out, almost hitting him. “Come on,” he softly pulled at your ankle, and you relaxed under his touch, allowing him to clean you. After he finished he got back into bed, his arms pulling you to him. You forewent the pillows for his own chest, burying your head into him. Hoseok smiled as you mumbled something unintelligible, his eyes fixed on the sky outside.

It was getting lighter, signalling an early morning and he knew he wouldn’t have much time left with you. But for the moment, he revelled in your body pressed so close to his, his mind musing at the thought of making you aware that your neighbours were your future flight attendants.

The next day you woke up on your own, the side of the bed felt cool, signalling the man that occupied it had left a while ago. Disappointment filled your heart until you realised that you’d been woken up by the rays of the sun filtering through the drapes. Jolting out of bed hurrying to check the time you stepped on a piece of paper.

You picked it up in confusion, your eyes focusing on the neat handwriting that littered the paper with a name and numbers and a promise to see you again. Smiling lightly to yourself you rushed to get your bag ready to make the next flight. The excuses you had prepared for your friend seemed like a farce to you, and you couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation. Regardless of having joined the Mile High Club or not, you weren’t able to make it and you could only hope she would be understanding of the situation.

Making it onto the early morning flight was a breeze, and as you sat down comfortably onto your seat you checked your messages, the worry dissipating once you saw your friends’ reassuring words. It will all be ok.

The stuffy atmosphere around you made you aware of the bodies cramped next to you, and for a moment you couldn’t help but think of the pilot who made you see stars the night before. Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, your skin already crawling with need, the flight attendants started making their rounds distracting you.

“Hello everyone and welcome on board,” the voice crackled over the speaker drawing your attention. The light familiar lilt in the captain’s speech made you pause. “My name is Jung Hoseok, and I will be your captain for today. On behalf of the airline crew, myself and copilot Kim Namjoon, I want to welcome you all on board and wish you a pleasant flight.”

It will all be just fine.

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