#HES SO CONFUSED BUT VERY HAPPY TO BE HERE | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

greenwitchfromthewoods · 20 hours ago

Text

real life. l Joel Miller

Summary: maybe this was the life you were both waiting for

Warnings: some sad, but a lot of fluff, some smut at the end (+18), worries; Ellie and Tommy mention, mention of pregnancy

A/N: I'm very glad that you received the previous chapter so well. I think many of us are waiting for a happy ending. This chapter is something different, I hope you'll be gentle with me. I've seen lately that many new people are reading this series. I'd love to know what you think.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

He saw her again, she was just as he remembered her. For the first time in a long time, he dreamed of her differently. More alive, happier.

He was home again, and everything was as it should be, and she was there too. Damn, he could feel her so well as if she was really standing right next to him. A smile lit up her face, she gazed at him with feistiness but also love.

"She's waiting for you in the garden." Sarah said.

He looked out the window and saw a familiar silhouette. You were standing in the middle of the lawn, your face turned to the sun, so beautiful. He smiled and looked back at his daughter.

"She'll understand. She understands everything." he replied, stroking the girl's cheek. "I miss you so much, baby girl."

"I know." she snuggled into his hand, narrowing her eyes. "I'll always be here for you."

Sometimes he dreamed of Sarah as a little child, sometimes you were with them and everything seemed so natural, so normal, like it was a life he had experienced. Joel couldn't remember when he had started dreaming like that, but he didn't want to think about it. A soothing feeling filled him and he felt lighter.

"So I can count on you? Joel?"

"What?" he looked at her a little confused.

"You seem a little distracted." Hazel smiled. "I asked if you'd come over and take a look at the sink."

He didn't quite remember what they were talking about. It was a nice day, warm and sunny. Joel had just left the Tipsy Bison where he'd met Tommy and was about to join you across the street where you were shopping, when Hazel stopped him. And even though the woman was talking to him, his eyes and thoughts kept wandering to you.

He noticed you talking to the woman behind the counter. There was something about your movements, something that caught his attention. Joel couldn't help himself lately and often, when he watched you, he realized one thing - you were carrying his child. That thought consumed him completely.

“I’ll send Barry over to you, he’ll handle it,” he said finally, giving Hazel a quick look.

The woman had a disappointed look on her face. “I’d rather you handle this. I trust you.”

His gaze wandered back to you, you were putting bread and some fruit in the basket. "And I trust Barry. He'll show up today."

And before Hazel could answer, he headed across the street.

He entered the store before you could even realize it, nodded to the woman behind the cash register and quickly reached for the basket, almost ripping it out of your hand.

"Jesus! Joel." You sighed, rolling your eyes. "You scared me."

"You shouldn't be lifting." He muttered quietly so the saleswoman wouldn't hear.

"It's not that heavy. Come on."

"No." He grabbed it tighter and placed his other hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the building. "I hope your stubbornness isn't genetic, because I'm going to go completely gray because of you."

He did it again. Completely unconsciously. You didn't talk much about the baby or the pregnancy. Joel was relieved that you didn't insist on taking part in the patrols, but you still didn't talk much about it. Less than two weeks had passed, everything was still fresh.

"Let her get used to it. She's been through a lot, and now this." Tommy said when Joel confided in him about the situation between you "She must be scared."

“I know.” Joel nodded. “But I can’t stop thinking it’s my fault. I want her to know I’m there for her.”

It was a quiet evening. Rain was lightly pattering against the windowsill, and you were curled up on the couch, reading a book you found in the Jackson library. Ellie managed to get out of the house before the rain started, and the place fell silent. Until.

You didn't recognize it at first, but soon your keen ear caught the first notes. The old record player you had in the hallway was playing music. You turned around and saw Joel.

"I found this a while ago. It's old, but maybe you'll like it." he said, and then he walked up to you, extending his hand to you "Will you dance with me, babe?"

It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up

You wordlessly grabbed his hand, letting him pull you into his solid body. Warm lips brushed your temple as you slid your fingers through the hair that fell to the back of his neck. You swayed gently to the rhythm of the next words.

I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always

"I know you're scared. I am too." His quiet voice echoed in your ear. "But we're in this together."

"What if I can't handle it? What if I'm not cut out to be a mother?" you asked quietly.

These questions must have been worrying you for a long time, because Joel felt your voice tremble. He hugged you tighter so that you could feel his heartbeat.

"You're already doing everything to keep him safe. I know what you're like. You'll be the best mother to him. Or her."

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

He heard your quiet sobbing and his heart skipped a beat. You'd buried all your fears and worries so deeply that only now did Joel realize what you had to deal with. If he was afraid of whether you'd be safe, then you had to create this child and give birth to it.

He remembered when Sarah was little, he remembered the sleepless nights and colic when he spent hours massaging her belly and she cried. He remembered when her teeth were coming out, or when she first got sick. But the world was different then.

"I'm with you on this, baby. I give myself completely to you. Remember that. You’re not alone."

If you told me to cry for you, I could If you told me to die for you, I would Take a look at my face There's no price I won't pay To say these words to you

You woke up feeling his hand on your belly, under your shirt tenderly lying where new life should be hidden. The quiet snoring was evidence that Joel was doing it unconsciously.

Ever since you found out about the pregnancy, you felt fear above all. You knew that Joel was on your side, that Ellie was delighted. Recently, even Tommy quietly mentioned that if you needed anything, he and Maria were ready to lend a helping hand. The people closest to you were with you, but fear settled in your heart and wouldn't leave you.

You never saw yourself as a mother. Or maybe you never had the opportunity to consider such a situation? God only knew. And then Joel and Ellie appeared on your path, your life took on new colors. You were no longer lonely, you had them. And although it wasn't always nice, although there were also difficult moments, you were together. So maybe now it all made sense too?

You turned gently and looked at Joel's sleeping face. The wrinkle between his eyebrows seemed softer to you, you saw all the small wrinkles on his face too, the gray hair intertwined with the darker ones, the lips that you adored so much.

You loved him. You were as sure of it as the fact that the sun rose every morning. This guy was your everything and most importantly - he wanted everything with you.

You gently touched his cheek, Joel quivered. Old habits are hard to break. You smiled, stroking his stubbled cheek and feeling his hand now resting on your lower back move slightly.

A quiet groan escaped his chest. "Go to sleep."

"I can't." you replied quietly. "You snore terribly."

He lifted his eyelid slightly, looking at you indignantly. "I don't snore."

"Yes, you do."

Joel sighed and turned onto his back, rubbing his face with his hand. He sighed when he felt you snuggle up to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He liked mornings like this, although he deliberately pretended to be grumpy.

Your warm body lying so close to his, your soft skin. Damn, he loved it all.

"Joel?" your voice was still hoarse from sleep, but he heard it clearly.

"Mhmm." he mumbled without even opening his eyes.

"I was thinking..." you started and suddenly moved, before Joel could react you were already lying on him with your arms resting on either side of his head. He opened his eyes slightly and waited. "I was thinking that since I can't be more pregnant, then..."

"Stop right there." he mumbled, placing his hands on your hips "You'll be more pregnant. You'll be much bigger, darling."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "Okay, but what I mean is... I meant that if you wanted to, maybe we could... You know." you made a small circle with your hips and felt his manhood twitch. You smiled mischievously.

"Christ!" Joel moaned "You're serious."

You nodded, your messy hair falling over your face. "You know, now you can finish inside me without worry. You can't knock me up any more..."

He frowned and looked at you seriously. "You're not kidding?"

You shook your head. "It's been a while. After all this happened... I miss you. Your closeness..."

"Fuck, I miss you too." He replied and lifted his head, capturing your lips in his.

It was one of those kisses when you were happy and horny at the same time. You kissed him back in an instant and soon your tongues were tangled and his strong hands were gripping your buttocks tighter.

Damn, he wanted you like never before. Not only because you haven't had sex since you saw the two lines on the test, let's be honest - sex wasn't on your mind then, but now a lot of things between you have become clear and even more bonds have been created that have connected you to each other.

You wanted to feel him with your whole being, you wanted to make love to Joel and show how much he meant to you, but also to feel the same love from him.

His warm skin beneath your fingertips, the soft groans that filled the bedroom in the early morning… Yes, this was real life. And while you might as well have been stranded in the middle of nowhere with him, you were tangled in the sheets with Joel, moaning softly as he moved inside you. Gently at first, like he was afraid he might hurt you.

"You won't break me, Joel. I'm all yours."

That was enough for him. His movements were strong and decisive. He thrust in and out of you, taking your breath away. Your body submitted to him, and he took and gave at the same time.

And then, as you collapsed next to each other, trying to calm your breathing and your racing hearts, Joel thought he had never felt so alive around anyone before.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

taglist, i think: @picketniffler @orcasoul @bbyanarchist @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @somedayheaven @underneath-the-sky-again @callmebyyournick-name

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #short stories from life

113 notes · View notes

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 19 hours ago

Text

compos mentis 9

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, chronic health issues, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hiya

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You walk with Andy towards the boutique. It feels strange. He doesn’t walk ahead of you like your mom always does, and you don’t have anything to drag with you. You still feel lost without the tank. You keep meaning to fix the tube only to find nothing more than your nose.

He opens the door. You peek through the windows before you go through. It’s a nice place with curly lettering on the sign and colourful clothes on sleek black mannequins. You cling to your elbow as you look around at all the displays.

“Hi, how are you doing today?” A young woman approaches you, all in black. She’s taller and slender and has wavy blond hair. “I’m Marlie. I can help you find anything you’re looking for.”

“Oh, I don’t... I don’t know...” you murmur.

Andy clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle. “Gotta be honest, I don’t either,” he says. “We’re a bit lost, I think. Clothes shopping.”

“Right, well, you’re in the right place,” she smiles prettily. “We have all sorts here. Everything on trend. Any ideas? Inspo?”

You look at Andy and his brows rise. He looks just as confused. “Um, how about, well, she likes Sabrina Carpenter.”

“Ooo, me too,” she grins, “come with me, I’ll show you all the best pieces.”

You can’t stop her before she has you by the hand. You glance back at Andy as he wears a sheepish expression. You remember what he said. Try to enjoy this.

You look at Marlie. She’s probably around your age. You know she’s just doing her job but her demeanour makes her feel like a friend.

She lets go of you and steps forward. She seizes a shirt from the table and unfolds it. “Hm, about your size.” She shows you the shirt; off the shoulder with a ruffle along the top. “That’s so cute.”

“Oh, uh,” you touch your shoulders, “my bra...”

“We sell strapless ones,” she offers. “But you don’t always need to wear one.” She pauses and peers toward Andy. You follow her gaze. He keeps his hands behind him as he leans in to check out the rack of sunglasses. He looks even more clueless than you. “If you think it’s okay with him.”

“Oh, him?” You turn back to her. “I guess. He said... he said I could choose.”

“Nice,” she shimmies excitedly, “I have so many ideas.

She rushes around in a flurry as you trail her. She knows exactly where everything is. When she has an armful, she leads you into the back where the change rooms are.

“I’ll let you try it all on.” She declares. “I’ve hung it in there for you, if you need help, there’s a bell inside.”

“Oh, sure, I... thanks.”

You’re not used to this. You were usually the one waiting outside the booth as your mom tried on her haul. You would sit on the bench and watch all the young girls like you; or not like you. They had friends. They were happy.

You step in and close the door. You try on the first shirt and do your best to match it with a skirt. Neither cover you very much. The red checker halter matches the leather skirt with the zipper up the front. It’s nice but you’re not sure it’s for you.

“Sweetie?” Andy’s voice makes you twitch.

You spin and near the door. You put your hand on the clasp and hesitate. “Yeah?

“You okay?”

“Mhmm, I... I’m not sure about this.”

“No? Well, why don’t you let me see? I’ll be honest,” he offers.

Your eyes round. You don’t know if he should see you like this. It will be embarrassing if it looks bad.

“Well, er, I don’t know if it fits. And I don’t... I don’t wear this stuff,” you say.

“I’m sure you look great. How can I know if I don’t see?”

You stare at your reflection in the door. He brought you here, he’s helping cover the cost for now, and he’s being so patient. Your mother would be screeching at you.

You slide back the lock. Slowly, you pull the door inward and shuffle out. You keep your head down. He’s quiet.

You feel his gaze crawling over you. The air turns stagnant. You squirm.

“It looks bad,” you sniff.

“Honey, it looks... wow. You look so nice. I mean, the clothes fit you really well.”

You dare to peek up at him and lift your brows, “really?”

“Oh, yeah. Really good,” his cheeks tinge pink above his beard. Is he lying?

“I don’t... I never... this isn’t what I usually get.”

“Right, but... did you pick your clothes or did you just take what she gave you?”

You shrug, “I guess... what she gave me.”

“It’s not what I like. How does it make you feel?” He asks.

You sway and turn around. You look in the mirror. You blink at your reflection. Your eyes stray and find his. The clothes make you feel strange but the way he’s looking at you makes you feel better. Maybe you can be normal. You might even be pretty.

Well...

You reach up and touch your hair and frown.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

You flick your lashes at the threat of tears. You shake it off.

“Nothing, it’s just...”

“We can go to a salon? If you need a trim. Oh, and I don’t know, I was going to ask. I don’t really know about these things. Stupid man and all. But makeup? There’s a store—not that I think you need it but... I don’t know. Whatever you want or need.”

“Makeup? I don’t know...how.”

“They have videos, if you want to learn. Or we can ask at the store. Only if you want to,” he says.

You look at him and try to smile. “Andy, you’re not stupid. You’re too nice.” You lower your eyes. “I’ll do whatever. Maybe... just look around? See if it’s... if maybe...” you face him. “just look. Is that okay?”

“Sweetie, all I want is for you to be happy.” He insists. “So, you tell me what to do.”

💗

The makeup store is even more intimidating. Foolishly, you thought the boutique was the hard part. This is so much worse. It’s so busy and everyone there is so pretty and perfect. Girls with glossy lips look at tubes of colour and the associates in their all-black attire float like swans as they move between customers and discuss their products.

You can’t breathe as you skirt along the front aisle, turning to peer through the windows and contemplate escape. Andy says your name and gently touches your sleeve, “you okay?”

“Ummmmm,” you look at him then all around. “I don’t know what I’m looking for.” You bring your fingers up to drag down your cheeks, your anxiety mounting. “And I—I—I don’t look like them.”

“Like who?” He asks.

“Those girls—women. They... they know what they’re doing. Oh, Andy, I don’t know,” you flutter your fingers then tug on your hair nervously. “I need my oxygen.”

“Sweetie, just... breathe, okay? In... out...” He coaxes as he rubs your shoulder.

You take a breath in then let it out. You gulp. He did come all the way here. You wring your hands and nod.

“I’m sorry, I... I’m not used to everything. I’m sorry. I’m... a loser.”

“Sweetie, what did I tell you about talking like that?” He girds. “You’re not any of those things you keep saying. You’re a special girl and you deserve special things. Just because you don’t know something, doesn’t mean you can’t figure it out, right?”

“I... I guess,” you tuck your hands into your sleeves and make fists. Your press your knuckles to your chin.

“You okay to wait here? I’ll go look for help.” He squeezes your shoulder.

“Um, um, um,” you blink at him. “Sure, I can... wait.”

He rubs with his thumb and reluctantly pulls away. He turns and strides away. He’s so tall, he can see over the shelves so easy, and he’s undeterred by the crowds or the noise. He’s normal. He’s strong. You’re not.

You spin and nearly knock into another customer. You back up and sidle along to the corner, staring at the bottles of floral perfume. It’s not just that you don’t belong here, you don’t belong anywhere. That’s all too clear.

“Oh, hello, hon,” a trill voice chirps at you, “you need some help?”

You turn at the tall brunette as she approaches. Andy is behind her. He keeps a distance and nods at you. He’s there if you need him.

“I’m Tilly,” she introduces herself, “I hear you’re looking to start fresh.”

You stare at her and scrunch your lips. You drop your hands to your sides, “yes. Thank you. I... I don’t know anything about... about make up.”

“Oh, my, that’s alright! Figuring it all out is the fun part,” she beams as she claps her hands together. “But oh my gosh, look at your skin. You’ve got the perfect complexion. What do you use?”

“Well, I... I... use vaseline on my lips, they chap because of... erm, I used to have an oxygen tube, so... I got all dry around my nose...” you babble and cringe. “I just use shea butter on my skin.”

“Shea is wonderful,” she praises. “We have some products with it if you want to add to your regimen but whatever you’re doing is working.”

Your chest tickles and you smile, cheeks bulbing tightly, “really?”

“Oh, you have this glow. You are radiant,” she hums and taps her chin. “Makes me think you don’t need much.”

“Right, er, well. I wouldn’t know how to... use any of it.”

“I can show you. How about we try it out and see? I’ll grab a few products and put them on for you, then you can make up your mind.” She suggests.

“That’s.... that’s not too much?” You sway.

“No, hon, come on. Oh, I love this. I just adore getting to show people new things.” She points you along the next aisle, “now, I’m thinking you probably don’t need a foundation, but we’ll do a tinted moisturiser as a base, to give you a bit more highlight. A tine dash of blush. I think just a stick, no powder...”

She leads you around the store, weaving up and down as she plucks up products. You’re lost even as she explains each one. She takes you to a chair near a mirror and has you sit down with your back to it. You climb up as she lays out the samples.

“First, we’ll start with the moisturizer,” she instructs. She dabs it around your face and spreads it with a tear drop sponge. “So, you said you used to have oxygen. Were you sick?”

“Oh... yeah. But I’m better now,” you frown.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s never fun, is it? I’ve got diabetes, my monitors right here,” she points to her belt as she grabs the next product.

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. But we live. We survive,” she smiles. “I grabbed this liner, it’s very creamy, you see, it goes on very easy and you just need a quick swipe.”

“Okay,” you say. You follow her direction to close your eye.

“That man you’re with,” she gently touches yours face to stretch your eyelid. “He’s very nice.”

“Yeah,” you agree dully.

“He seems very concerned. Says he want you to be happy so you tell me if you don’t like it, okay?” She switches eyes.

“I will,” you promise.

She continues as you try not to wince. You’re not used to being touched by anyone but the doctors; they’re always so clinical. Or your mother; she’s always rough. She’s not. She’s tender as the plies her expertise.

“Now, you ready to see yourself?” She asks as she caps the lip gloss.

You bat your lashes, getting used to the coating on your lashes, “sure.”

She turns you to the mirror. You stare at yourself. You look... like you but like someone else too. You lean in as you take in the subtle but noticeable difference. You sit back slowly, silently, and your eyes stray around the mirror.

Your gaze meets Andy’s as he stands across the store. He perks up and smiles. He crosses the main aisle as he gives a wave.

“Well, what do you think?” Tilly asks.

“I... I like it. It’s... not too much.”

“Oh, like I said, you’re so naturally pretty,” she says. “I’ll get you full-sized products and meet you at the till. That good?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh, I loved it,” she assures you.

She gathers up the samples and leaves you. Andy approaches and clears his throat. You look at him as his eyes scour you. You wilt beneath his gaze.

“I... it’s too much?” You gesture to your face.

He shakes his head then hits his chest with his fist, “ahem. I... sorry, sweetie. You look... you look so good you took my breath away.”

You make a face then laugh. That’s such a silly joke. You shake your head.

“It’s the truth,” he chuckles.

“Andy, you don’t have to lie,” you insist as you slide forward on the chair. He steps past the mirror and offers his hand. You take it as you get down. “Thanks.”

“I’m not lying. Sweetie,” he squeezes your hand before he lets go. “You look amazing. Once you get into some of your new clothes, I’m sure you’ll feel it.”

“Oh, uh, maybe,” you curl your shoulders. “She said she was bringing everything to the counter.”

“Right,” he reaches for his back pocket.

“But if it’s too much--” you show your palms.

“Nothing’s too much for you,” he grins and waves you toward the front of the store. “Come on.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #au #compos mentis #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series

75 notes · View notes

urbaebarnes · 19 hours ago

Text

unethical

summary: you hadn't figured your life after the breakup would be so weird, after all, who expects all the men they date to disppear?

bucky barnes x fem reader

warnings: jesus christ how do i even tag this - kinda dark bucky (?), stalking, swearing, obsessive bucky, jealous bucky, nonuse of y/n, she/her pronouns used, thisnis weird af okay

okay so im pretty sure this came to me in some weird dream (a nine hour flight) and honestly this is fucked up and weird im slightly embarrassed but here we are. also sorry for being so inactive im honestly being slow af cause im in florida atm anyway ignore this monstrosity that was written on my notes app or not i guess ahh

word count: 2.3k words

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d had many interested men since your breakup.

You were a hot, single, 20-something year old who had every man and woman’s eyes on you. The only problem was that every single one of them seemed to disappear.

You weren’t saying it was a pattern that every man who showed the slightest interest in you seemed to quit his job and move or skip town in the dead of night, but granted, you were the common factor here.

Your breakup had been around 10 months ago, and your ex -James Barnes- had also seemingly disappeared since you’d said your final goodbyes and taken your stuff from the apartment. He’d always worked for long periods of time, which wasn’t an issue at the beginning of your relationship when you were clearly his priority, but after 6 years together, it was clear that this couldn’t go on.

Yes it was sad, and yes it felt selfish when you told him you wanted to end things, and yes, of course you missed him dearly, but your lives weren’t compatible and you couldn’t be the girl at home anymore. You were sick of bringing up excuses when you’d planned couple activities with your friends but he cancelled last minute because he volunteered to do a last minute mission.

You’d told Bucky you’d always be friends, that at the end if the day, you cared about him above pretty much everybody else, but as much as he nodded and muttered a yes, you hadn’t heard a single thing from him since.

When you’d been together, you and Bucky had shared an apartment in New York, but you’d moved away back to your childhood hometown since. Within a month, you’d happily settled in to your faniliar small town life, and there were plenty of familiar faces from school that were more than happy to see your return.

It started off with Bryan, a brunette that was heavily invested in Jurassic Park. He was funny and kind and would stutter over his words when you’d bump into him down the milk aisle. And even if he wasn’t quite Bucky, he plucked up the courage to ask you out 3 months after the end of Bucky and yours’ relationship, and you said yes.

Throughout the date, it became obvious that your shared interests ran thin, although you had promised that you’d rewatch his beloved dinosaur movies with him for a second date. You’d hugged him goodnight but couldn’t quite get the feeling of reluctance out of your chest.

By the next morning, you’d were slightly confused by Bryan’s lack of appearance down the milk aisle, but shrugged it off. It was your unofficial��meeting place anyway. You messaged him that night, only to find that he’d blocked your number, and after a week, it seemed that he’d told his parents he decided to move out of state.

If being with somebody so heavily involved in spy work, you didn’t buy it for a second, but what could you do. Maybe he really did decide to move at 3am.

Next, a month after Bryan’s last sighting, came Richard. You’d known him in high school as a cocky arrogant arsehole, but he’d seemingly changed for the better as he sent you sweet smiles and flirty comments.

He’d just come out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for something very committed straight away, and thankfully, neither were you. So when he walked you home one night, he asked if you wanted to spend the day with him as something a little more than platonic, and why wouldn’t you?

The day was brilliant, filled with laughter and ice cream, and you didn’t mind the nagging in your heart this time as much because apparently you were both feeling it. He even got a kiss on the cheek by your door as you pressed a hand to his torso and pecked the side of his face.

That time, a second date was scheduled for two days later in the coffee shop down the street.

With Richard, you didn’t have his phone number or an unofficial meeting spot, just right person right time. Although, maybe you’d gotten the time wrong or he’d chosen the wrong person since you were promptly stood up.

You had bumped into him a few days later only to find him with a black eye. As you spotted each other across the street, he quickly scurried away before you could even tilt your head.

Then, there was Denis. He was a dickhead, there was no redemption ark or sweet story for him, he was just a dick, However, he was an attractive dick at that.

The two of you had spoken a maximum of three times but his hand had been resting on your thigh at the bar for a good hour. Your friends had created a night out with the sole purpose of getting you laid, after all, it’d been months and months since you’d last actually had sex, and Denis seemed like the perfect no strings attached opportunity.

All you needed was one night, just one to forget your troubles and the ache in your heart at the moment of even kissing a man who wasn’t your Bucky.

But the curse struck again as Denis went to the toilet and never actually returned. Your hopes sank further and further as you swilled your drink, glancing over to the restroom every few minutes until you left with the rest of your friend group.

The next morning, it was the talk of the town, Denis had quit his job- left for good. He didn’t have any family ties here, but his job had good pay especially for a man with so few qualifications. It was obscure and strange, but stranger things had happened.

However, you’d had it. Three potential suitors and every single mother fucking one of them just… left. So that was it, no more men. And maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of telling you that you weren’t ready for a relationship, that even though you suggested the breakup, maybe you’d just wanted to have your Bucky back. Maybe he was the only one you could picture spending your life with.

Or less so the universe, and more Bucky.

It was shameful, and he knew that, he swore he did, but the very thought of you on your own terrified the living shit out of him. He had a duty to protect you, not just from the organisations that had threatened the ones he held dearest over and over again, but also anybody. Everybody. The world was dangerous and you were so helpless and selfless, you’d help anybody you could and that scared him beyond belief.

So maybe it was weird to buy a house in your hometown, maybe it was weird to make sure that nobody ever bothered you when walking home alone, and maybe it was weird to be insanely jealous of the glances you just gave out to anybody like free testers at the supermarket.

Yeah, it was a little weird. But Bucky Barnes had lost a lot in his life, and he couldn’t lose you to this world or the cruel people in it.

He could barely stand to be apart from you, but he knew he had to respect any of the boundaries he could, so he kept his distance, only there to observe, only interfering if it meant keeping you safe and happy.

At least, that was the plan until the man that you exchanged pleasantries with in the milk aisle seemed to want to exchange numbers too. That was too much, a step too far, it’d only been a few months, it was too quick and you were too perfect, too pure for just some guy.

So yeah, it was definitely weird when he sat across from the two of you in the restaurant, keeping his head low. But this guy seemed like a fucking idiot, and how could he protect you from any danger? How could he make you smile in the same way Bucky could?

He even managed to catch this dude trying to go in for a kiss, but you took it as a hug and wished him a goodnight in the same way you used to whisper sweet nothings to him as you both used to fall asleep, limbs tangled together.

Now what he did next was definitely weird and wrong and horrible, and he knew that, but there were far better people he’d pushed up against walls and threatened before, and this one, well this one was flirting with his girl, had the audacity to take her out.

It wouldn’t last anyway, he told himself. At the end of the day, your souls were surely bound together, intertwined by fate. Bucky hadn’t allowed himself to do anything selfish in years, but you were his, his selfish little delight, because you were his.

So, as he pushed the guy against the brick wall, taking him by his collar and making sure to push against the wall with enough force to convey the message, Bucky told himself it would all be okay because he loved you and you loved him, he knew it. He just needed time to prove it to you, and this guy- well he was in the way.

Fucking ‘Bryan’ didn’t even put up a fight. In fact, he’d only threatened the dude to stay away from you, not even telling him to leave town, he was that much of a coward. And you didn’t need a coward, somebody who wouldn’t go down without a fight. You needed somebody who would rather die for your love than give it up

After that, Bucky kept a close eye on you, but an even closer eye on everybody around town. The old women around town had declared you the town’s most eligible bachelorette, obsessing over your perfect features and perfect manners and just perfect you.

After a few long weeks, Bucky had been called back to New York by Fury. He’d pretty much told everybody to screw themselves and that he was taking a very long, very well needed a vacation and left before anybody had time to argue. But seemingly, they couldn’t spare him for long enough to come up with a fully prepared plan.

By the time he got back, Bucky could feel his blood boiling as he drove into town and spotted some weird shit holding his hands with his girl. The park looked perfect as a picture except for the fact that some stranger was swinging your intertwined arms back and forth, your cheeks a little dusted with pink.

Honestly, he leaves for a few days and by the time he’s back some slimy looking jock has slithered his way into your life.

So that night, he swears it’ll be the very last time that he does this, it’ll be the last time before he wins you back. He just needs a little more time, just a smidge.

Now this one, and he’ll give credit where it’s due, does put up a little fight. When Bucky corners him, grabs his shoulder a little tighter than necessary and warns him that nobody is allowed near his girl, and this motherfucker protests- well, Bucky can’t be faulted for the punches that get thrown. He shouldn’t be held responsible for the black eye he gets.

Look, maybe that one went a little far, but it’s fine! He got the message and now he knows to stay away from his perfect sweet girl.

After that, he puts every bit of work into preparing the perfect surprise for you. He’s got it all sorted out, candles in a field, your favourite food ordered in advance from your favourite restaurant, he was going to be perfect from now on and so was everything in your life.

In his downtime, when he knew you were safe from the big scary world, Bucky often found himself at the bar near the centre of town. The bartender was a guy named Lucas with long hair and a southern accent who didn’t ask questions about what a guy like him was doing in a small town out here, or why he always wore gloves even in the heatwave that was occurring.

But tonight, tonight it wasn’t a place to unwind or relax, tonight Bucky figured Lucas could see the steam coming out his ears as he watched some man’s hand rest on your thigh. Look, holding hands was one thing, but how dare he manhandle you like that, a grip so tight like he was a child gripping a stuffed toy.

He watched as he leaned in to your ear, whispering something that had your pretty lips curving into a smirk as you looked down, slightly flustered before getting up and strolling to the bathroom with unheard of confidence.

Bucky couldn’t hold back for any longer, he downed his drink, kissing his teeth before storming into the bathroom, pausing as he saw the guy smoothing over his hair in the mirror. He quickly put an end to his preening and yanked him outside through the backdoor. Maybe this threatening was a little extra, and sure maybe the knee in the groin was a little much, but every time the voice in the back of his head told him to stop, all he saw was his hand on your thigh.

Either way, he left and after that, the town’s most eligible bachelorette seemed to swear off dating. That was until Bucky pretended to bump into you one day, and surprised you with the candlelit dinner with flowy table cloths as the sun set and wept you right off your feet.

Yes, maybe some of the ways he went about getting you back were slightly unethical, but it’s not as though you’d ever find out. Either way, he wouldn’t fuck it up this time, he loved you far too much for that.

anway im sorry for this-

#marvel #bucky #bucky barnes #mcu #bucky fanfic #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you

54 notes · View notes

maskedcrawford · 1 day ago

Text

Hidden Secrets

G-Dragon x Reader ft. Song Kang

Summary: Tensions rise with Jiyong's insecurities, you make a move that hurt's him, and you must learn how to maneuver in the world with a new dynamic.

Warnings: ANGST

A/N: Rest assured I have a plan. Trust the process. <3 Chapter 6 will be out as soon as I get it typed and proof read!

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Chapter 5- Mistakes and Heartbreak

Over the next two months, you and Jiyong grow closer than ever before, and you weren’t even sure it was possible. But all good things come to end, don’t they?

“Hey, my love,” you sing as you walk through the door of your shared home. Jiyong is on the couch and grunts with slightly raised brows staring at his phone. You set the shopping bags down on the table in front of him and try to playfully peal his phone from his hands.

“Quit!” You pull back quickly at his snappy tone. He cuts his eyes at you briefly before returning his gaze to the screen.

“Who pissed in your cheerios?” He sighs and looks at you, his eyes full of malice.

“Don’t fucking worry about it,” he gets up and walks to his room; the door slam echo’s through the house. You stay there for a moment, processing what just happened. You slowly get up and put your bags in your room. You then turn to go into Jiyong’s room, but when you try to turn the knob the door is locked.

“Aein,” you call out as you tap on the wood.

“Can you just leave me alone for a bit?” His tone is harsh and you're so confused.

“Someone’s on their period,” you joke to yourself.

Jiyong had been stressed from work and seeing you in the news with Song Kang recently. You had met him when you were at a party with Jiyong last month and he had asked if you would mind to run lines with him for an upcoming audition. You told Jiyong and he said he didn’t mind, that he trusted you. But the two of you quickly bonded and became close friends. Now the media is running with a story that you two could be seeing each other romantically. None of this was in your realm of knowledge as you didn’t watch the news and didn’t pay attention to magazines or online gossip.

You spend the evening alone while Jiyong is holed up in his room. You tried calling him for dinner but he didn’t answer. You set a plate of food outside his door and knocked to let him know it was there if he wanted it. You went to your room and shut the door.

He was going slightly crazy.

Is this why she didn’t want the public to know, in case she found someone else? She would’ve told me if she wasn’t happy, right? Did I do something? The thoughts buzzed in his head like an angry bee. He really thought you two were ok until this. That things had gotten better. But now he fears he’s wrong. He hears your knock on his door again and then hears the door to your room open and shut. He opens his own it revealing his dinner and a drink. He smiles slightly to himself. He picks it up and see’s a note underneath it.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m here if you want to talk. Please don’t shut me out, even if I can’t help, I can listen <3 xoxo – your girl

He grips the paper, crumpling it up and he knows if he talks to you now he won’t be very nice about it. He takes his dinner and shuts his door. Meanwhile you are in your room talking to Song Kang on the phone.

“Hey,” he answers cheerfully.

“Hey,” you offer a half smile to no one, trying to make your tone sound cheery, but you fail.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just, I’m just down.” You lie straight through your teeth.

“You know you can talk to me,” he offers.

“I know, but there’s nothing you can do. I just wanted to call and see how the audition went.”

“I got the part, thanks to your amazing help,” his tone was friendly, a little too friendly but you didn’t read into it. You offer him a giggle.

“Congrats! If Jiyong would stop being so moody, we could go out and celebrate!” you wince as you realize you let an intimate detail slip to another guy.

“Moody? What’s going on?” you sigh, too late to lie now.

“I don’t know, Kang, it’s like he doesn’t even want to see me. He snapped at me when I got home.”

“For what?”

“I genuinely have no idea,” you confess.

“He won’t talk to me long enough to tell me.” You pause for a moment, “But I shouldn’t bore you with this,” you trail off.

“No, no it’s not a bore, I honestly didn’t realize you two were so close.”

“We’re actually dating,” you say shyly.

“And he’s treating you like that," he scoffs before continuing with a slightly prideful tone, "Man if you were my girl,” he trails off and the conversation goes silent for a moment.

“So, you’ve been thinking about me being your girl?” you tease him and he laughs awkwardly.

“Actually, yeah, I-I have,” he admits and your jaw drops slightly. You had no idea he liked you like that.

“Oh, um,” you hear a knock on your door.

“Hang on a sec,” you say as you get up off the bed and open it to see Jiyong standing there.

“Who’s that?” he mouths and you put your finger up.

“Kang? Yeah, I’m gonna have to call you back.” You press the end call button and meet a pair of angry dark eyes.

“Song Kang? Really, y/n?” He walks away like he’s going back into his room and you grab his arm.

“Hey, what the hell is with you, we’ve been doing fine, great even, and now all of a sudden, you’re pissed at me and won’t talk to me? I want to know why. What did I do?” His eyes dart between yours and he bawls his fists.

"I can't fix anything if I don't know what I did wrong, Jiyong," you try to reason with him.

“Why don’t you just call Kang back, hmm? It seems I interrupted something important,” he feigns a considerate tone.

“No you didn’t, now if you’d quite being a dick and talk to me maybe we can figure something out.”

“Go figure out something with Kang,” he spits. Your pull your head back in confusion and then it hits you.

“You’re jealous of him?” you ask surprised. He shakes his head with a scoff.

“I’m not jealous,” he starts but can’t finish.

“Then what’s the problem with me talking to Kang,” you cross your arms.

“He likes you, y/n, and I don’t like it. Not at all.” He shakes his head and remember the confession he made.

“Well, it’s not exactly his fault, he didn’t know we were dating.”

“Didn’t? You told him?” He quirks his brow.

“Yeah, just now, actually.” His face softens a little.

"Why did you need to tell him?" he asks his voice filled with suspicion.

"Well, he, uh, he told me that he'd been thinking about me," you trail off and that earns a scoff from Jiyong.

"It's not like anything happened, Ji." you say annoyed, "Wait is that what you think?" your tone is more offended now.

“Have you seen the articles?” he asks pointedly.

“What articles? You know I don’t pay attention to that stuff.” He sighs and pulls out his phone. He shows you the article with pictures of you and Song Kang out at a local market, which you had been to so you could grab something he needed for his audition and you were running lines with him at the time. Then there was a picture of you leaving his house, again to help him run lines. You never questioned why it never was anyone else that it seemed he’d ask, but you also didn’t read into it.

“Song Kang and a new love interest? Song Kang and his girl y/n l/n. Is Song Kang y/n’s new Muse?” he reads out and you sigh, pulling the phone away from his face.

“Why didn't you just tell me this,” you ask frustrated, but trying to gracious.

“I,” he sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

“I got so upset I assumed the worst.” That strikes a chord in you.

“Wait you really thought I would do that to you?” you take a step back from him.

“I just feared,” he begins.

“That I’d leave you for him? That I’d go fuck him and leave you here wondering where I’m at? That I’d cheat on you?” You become more outraged by the minute.

“Kwon Jiyong after all we’ve been through that’s what you think of me? You think that’s the kind of person I am?” He looks at you apologetically.

“It wasn’t,”

“Have I given you any reason to distrust me?”

“You did call Steve when you got mad at me,” he says quietly and you holler a sarcastic laugh.

“Don’t you even fucking go there with me. First of all, you said we were good. We talked and that it was over for both of us. Second that was months ago, we weren’t even together and neither of us knew how much we lov-,” you stop dead in your tracks and his ears perk up at you. You had only said the words once, when you first got together, but it still was a word with so much meaning and you don't want to throw it around.

“Neither of us knew how much we cared about each other,” you start again, “Third, it’s not like we were having issues! Things were so good,” you almost whine out the last sentence as you think of the romantic dates and sweet moments you had shared. The sweet at home date nights and movie nights where you would lay blankets out and watch a movie on a projector on his ceiling or wall. The way he'd hold you during it. The romance and genuine intimacy of it all.

“If that’s really how you think I’d treat you, why are we together?” you ask him after a moment of silence. His own insecurities got the better of him at times, and now it sounds as if it could cost him your relationship.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he tries to defend.

“It must be, because if you did you would’ve talked to me about this instead of snapping at me and then trying to shut me out. You do this every time something is wrong. When are you going to learn I’m a safe place for you? God, Jiyong,” he winces at the use of his name. You never really use his full name unless you’re upset.

“If you trusted me then you’d of come to me and tried to talk,”

“I was afraid you were going to leave,” he interrupts.

“And yet, here we are. So you don't trust me or the faith I have in our relationship.” You storm back into your room and slam the door.

“Y/n,” he calls after you and you sit against the door for a moment, he tries to open it but you push it closed on him.

“Y/n, I don’t want you to go,” he says through the door.

“You don’t want to talk when there’s problem’s either, Jiyong. I refuse to be in a relationship with a man who can’t even talk to me when he’s upset. I’ve done nothing but be loyal to you, except for the one time you can’t seem to let go of,” you say with tears pricking your eyes, it's not like the was the only one, but you had forgiven it and you were trying to move on from it. For the most part, you did. Your heart was shattering, but you've had enough. With the way you two started off and now he’s acting the same way again, it’s looking like nothing but a cycle; one you refuse to be apart of. You grab a suitcase and start packing. You shove your clothes, phone charger and shoes in it and you open the door to see him still standing there. He looks at the suitcase in your hand and his eyes grow wide.

“Wait, you’re actually leaving? Where are you going to go?” His tone is fearful.

“Maybe I’ll stay with Kang, he seems to be fond of me.” You sass and his eyes look scared, but he hides it with fierce anger and jealousy.

“Fine, go stay with him, but if you walk out that door we are done.” He says as he watches you walk toward the door.

This is what you were afraid of, that you would lose him and you wouldn’t be able to recover. But you were hurting being with him too. You take your phone out and dial Kang right there in front of Jiyong.

He stands there as you put the phone up to your ear and if looks could kill, you’d both be dead on impact. He hears your voice all too fake and cheery.

“Kang? Hey, listen can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Really? You’re a doll, thanks. I’m on my way now,” you cut your eyes at him.

“Y/n,” he warns.

“As far as I’m concerned, we’ve been over. You shouldn’t be with someone you don’t trust, and you clearly don’t trust me. So since you’re all but coming out and accusing me of sneaking around with him, I think I’ll just go and do it. That way it isn’t an accusation anymore.”

“Y/n, if you leave,” he sucks in a sharp breath, “We’re done for good. There’s no coming back, there’s no ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I didn’t mean it’. We’re done forever.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Your mouth slightly parts in shock at his words. But your mind says it’s time, despite your hearts pleas.

“Jiyong, if you don’t trust me, then there’s no reason to be together.” Your voice is solemn, your heart is thumping out of your chest. You turn to face the door.

“I’ll come get the rest of my things tomorrow,” you say as you barely look over your shoulder. You hear his footsteps come up behind you and as you open the door, he shuts it his hand and turns you to face him. His eyes are pleading with you not to go, he cups your face with his hands and kisses you deeply. You kiss him back and sigh into it. You separate and he gives you a soft smile thinking you’re going to stay.

“Goodbye, Jiyong,” you say as your voice cracks during his name and you turn to walk out. You shut the door behind you and get in your car. You let out a loud scream as your tears flow freely and your heart physically feels as if it’s being broken into a million tiny pieces.

Inside Jiyong is on his knees staring at the door with tears silently rolling down his cheeks. Why did he keep hurting you? He didn’t mean to, why couldn’t you see things from his perspective? He didn’t want you to leave, but between begging and threatening, he didn’t know which was the better option. He's left wandering if you were always doomed to fall apart.

------------

You get to Kang’s house, obviously an emotional mess. He opens the door and his face softens to your broken state. He moves past the doorway and allows you inside.

“What the hell happened?” Kang wasn’t necessarily upset that you were here, but he didn’t like the fact that you were upset. You went to speak but just broke down in tears again. You sink to the floor as the sound of pain and heartache fills his apartment. He comes over to hold you, doing anything he can to make you feel better.

“Hey, hey, come on, talk to me.” He strokes your hair. You want to, but right now you can’t, not really.

“It-it hu-hu-hurts,” you grab at your chest as you hiccup and you start crying all over again. This was it; Kwon Jiyong has ruined you like you knew he could. And the worst part is you felt like it was all your fault. You knew better. You should’ve stayed friends, you never should’ve hooked up and you never should’ve put a label on it.

He rocks you back and forth as you hug onto his neck. His heart genuinely broke for you, he hated seeing such a lively and beautiful soul be so broken.

After a little while you finally calm down and you sit on his couch explaining what happened.

“He really gave you an ultimatum?” He’s shocked by your story. You nod as another lone tear makes its way down your cheek. He goes to scoot in behind you, to hold you and you let him. You lean against his chest and the tension of the room is thick. You stare at each other for a minute and just as Kang barely inches forward you clear your throat.

“Can we watch a movie? I really want to take my mind off all this.” He gives a semi forced smile to your question.

“Sure, you can pick one out. I’ll grab some snacks.” You pick a comedy, maybe it’ll ease the pain and tension.

Back at home, or what you used to call home, Jiyong is stunned. He’s picked himself off the floor and flopped on his bed on his back, listening to the stillness of the house. He suddenly lets out a scream of frustration before getting up and drowning his sorrows in alcohol. He plays a drinking game by himself. The rules? Anytime you cross his mind he takes a shot. It makes it a lot easier when he starts to pack up your things for you.

It's not long until he’s drunk, close to blacking out. Yet the alcohol can’t numb the pain. He ultimately drinks until he can’t think about you, or anyone else for the night.

Back at Kang’s house you two are in the middle of laughing at the movie you picked; your heart still hurts and you wish it could be like this with Jiyong. As much as it hurt, you missed his presence. His arms being around you and gentle kisses on the back of your neck when you’d cuddle, you could still almost feel the ghost of his touch on you, and for a moment you imagined you were back home with him. Like nothing happened and things were still ok. But reality hit you once more when Kang let out a belly laugh. You snap your head at him and he’s popping some popcorn in his mouth, eyes glued to the tv.

“You got anything to drink?” you ask suddenly. He tears his eyes from the tv to you.

“I got Soju, Vodka, Hennessy, pick your poison.”

“Can I get Vodka and Hennessy?” He looks at you surprised.

“You sure you can handle both?” he smirks as you shake your head.

“All right, ladies’ choice,” he says cautiously. Before you know it, your feeling warm and fuzzy, buzzed from the drinks. And Kang feels the same. He wouldn’t dare let you drink alone.

“You know,” he slurs as he pulls you into his lap so you straddle his waist. You giggle.

“He really should’ve trusted you,” he downs another shot. You match him every time.

“It’s not like I gave him any,” you hiccup, “reason not to, I mean he acted like we’d slept together.” You hiccup again and then a giggle slips out.

“Hell, by the way he accused me, I should’ve done it. At least then he would’ve had a reason to freak out,” you take another shot and wrap your arms around his neck and lean in close to him, your breath a strong sent of the two drinks you were downing. Kang looks at you, his eyes searching yours.

“Maybe you should,” he mumbles. You tilt your head, confused.

“Maybe I should what?”

“Maybe you should stay here, be with me and let me take care of you,” he says quietly. He suddenly seems more sober and you feel your buzz come down some.

“I um,” you look away and he brings his face back to where you look at him.

“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he whispers just before putting his lips on yours. You freeze for a moment, Jiyong’s memory heavy in your mind again. You push it away and let your body give in to the temporary comfort Kang is willing to provide.

-------

The next morning, you wake up tangled in Kang’s bed sheets, naked underneath them.

“Oh my god,” you groan quietly as you see him next to you, also naked. You rub your face and quietly slip out of bed, sliding on your clothes from last night. You check your phone half expecting to see some text from Jiyong, almost hoping to, but nothing is there. You’re disappointed, hurt even. You weren’t sure that he really meant what he said. You thought maybe he was mad and just said it to try and get you to stay. You sigh and head to the kitchen, head pounding from a hangover. You grab a granola bar from his cabinet and some medication.

You dial Jiyong’s phone and he doesn’t pick up. You shoot him a text.

Coming over at 10 to get my things.

You hit send and wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Part of you is worried about him, maybe he drank last night like you did. You started freaking out internally and decided you couldn’t wait. You left Kang a note saying you would be back and you grabbed your keys.

You arrive at Ji’s place and see his car is still there.

“At least he didn’t drive” you think to yourself.

“Ji?” you call out as you open the door. You walk in and see the house is a mess. There’s broken glass in the kitchen, magazines on the floor, some torn to shreds. There’s plates and other dishes broken in the sink and on the living room floor.

“Jiyong?” you call out again, getting no response.

“Oh, my God Jiyong,” you say in shock as you see him on the floor of the living room. He looks unconscious.

“Ji? Jiyong?” You frantically pat his face and shake his body. He doesn’t budge.

“I swear,” you say out of fear as you reach into your bag and get a mirror. You put it under his nose and see it fog up. At least he’s alive. You get up, a little less panicked, and get a glass of cold water. You throw it in his face and he wakes up.

He looks around and see’s you standing over him.

“What the hell,” he groans.

“You scared me, that’s what,” you say as you help him up, he’s wobbly, still a little drunk.

“How much did you drink last night,” you ask trying to help steady him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” his breath reeks of it as he pushes you off him. Yeah, that stings, bad. You purse your lips.

“Why are you here, anyway. I told you if you left last night,”

“That we're done for good, yeah I know. I have things here I need to get.”

“I could’ve dropped them off or at least put them outside.” He says getting another shot.

“Jiyong it’s not even 10 am and considering you were passed out when i got here, no you couldn't have,” you scold and he gives you a death glare.

“You fuck to deal with the pain and I drink. So what?” His tone is venomous. You bite back tears as you scoff and he raises a brow at you just before downing his shot. He walks over to you, backing you up against the wall by the archway of the kitchen.

“You’re really going to act like you didn’t fuck him last night?” his voice is dangerously low, his face is inches from yours. He moves your hair out of the way revealing a hickey on your neck that wasn’t there 24 hours earlier.

He sneers and can’t help the deprecating laugh that emits from his vocal chords.

“You’re too damn predictable baby, tell me, how many times were you with him before you actually left me, hmm?” Before he can process what’s happening, he feels a sting on his cheek.

“You’re an asshole when you’re drunk,” you push him away feeling a light sting on your hand as you go to the back studio. You notice most of your stuff is all ready packed up for you in bags. The painting of you and Ji still sitting on the easel he bought for you a couple days after you moved in. You feel the tears prick your eyes as you look at it. You bite your lip as your hand runs over itl feeling the texture of the canvas and the raised paint splatters. Jiyong sneaks into the door way, watching you. He stared at the painting for what felt like forever last night, he debated on destroying it, all of it really. Everything you ever made, but if he did that he’d be like Steve and despite your screwed up relationship, he wouldn’t be like Steve, at least not in that way.

“You can take everything but that painting,” he says causing you to jump.

“It’s my painting.” You retort.

“I’ll pay you whatever you want for it.” You scoff at him, and he leans against the door frame, a deadpan look on his face.

“I’m serious. How much?”

“Its not for sale.”

“Everyone has a price,” you scoff at his words.

“Why do you even want it,” his face softens before he hardens it again.

“Something to remember you by,” his voice drips with sarcasm.

“I’m serious why do you want it,” you cross your arms.

“Because, it shows your true colors,” he sasses and you roll your eyes.

“The red and orange, the fiery passion I hold within myself. The blue and gray the way you always play the victim, baby.” He sneers again.

“It’s so, us." His laugh is villainous.

“You want it so bad, it’s 2, 921, 460,060.00 won.” (That’s 2 million dollars for my U.S readers)

He nods his head, “Cool I’ll write you a check,” he says casually. He grabs his check book and writes it down.

“Cash it today, heck I’ll take you there myself.”

“There’s no way that thing is worth this much,” you look at him trying to figure out his goal.

“Oh, to me, it’s priceless,” his smile is plastic, and you give up trying to figure it out. With that you grab your things from the art room and put them in the car. You go to what used to be your room and see everything in boxes.

“Couldn’t even let my body heat leave the room before he packed me up,” you think to yourself. Truth be told, this hurt more than if you had to do it yourself. This was like Jiyong saying he was completely and forever going to be done with you. That he was ready for you to leave. Part of you wondered if any of it was just for show.

“Need any help?” his voice cuts through the tension you feel like a knife. You shake your head no.

“I’m good,” you say quietly.

“Whatever,” he says casually. He goes back to the kitchen to finish off the bottle of liquor he opened a little while earlier. He was dying inside. Seeing you here, obvious signs you’d been with someone else the way you had been with him. It ate him up inside. It was almost too much. He sighed before downing the last shot watching you carry out a box. He had to stick to his guns. He made you a promise and he intended on keeping it, maybe it was to punish you, or maybe, just maybe, it was to punish himself.

If you enjoyed and want to support me, buy me a coffee

Tags: @loveesiren @natalicss @mashtatosworld @nerdydoll-com @fleabagspurplewife @multifanxtvshows

43 notes · View notes

kxsagi · 9 hours ago

Text

"𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭"

it had been three years that you and isagi yoichi have been dating for. so you couldn’t help but be suspicious why he was leading your hand to the beach known as the “sea of stars” in maldives, also the same place that you told him you dreamt of being proposed to at.

“your eyes are still closed, right?”

“uh huh,” you nod, heart beating in your chest furiously. was tonight the night?

it could have been. this whole trip was very spontaneous after all. your boyfriend had even wanted to book the whole thing and pay for all your expenses himself, even pre-trip stuff like a fresh mani/pedi and new clothes and bags. it was a nice surprise, but he was extra insistent about everything.

the two of you had just finished eating dinner at a fancy restaurant. your lips still taste sweet from the dessert, too. but after getting lost in conversation for an hour, yoichi all of a sudden said he wanted to “take you somewhere,” but “you have to close your eyes.”

the familiar warmth and texture of the grainy sand hits your bare toes as he takes off your heels. you hear him shuffling to take off his shoes, too, then his large hand grabs yours, gently leading you ashore. the relaxing sounds of ocean waves crashing grow louder and louder with each step.

“you’re not gonna push me in the water, right?”

his chuckle fills the air. “wouldn’t dream of it. plus, i wouldn’t wanna ruin that beautiful black off-the-shoulder dress.”

“... you’re acting weird.”

“am i?”

it seemed as if you wouldn’t shut up, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling in your gut. but before you could begin yapping about your favorite part of the dessert you shared an hour ago, you hear, “open your eyes.”

the sight in front of you is breathtaking. stars scattered above in the sky and in the ocean, dark blue neon dots glowing brighter with every movement of a calm wave. you’ve dreamed of seeing bioluminescent phytoplankton like this before, kneeling down gently to lift your dress and place your feet in the water, watching blue glow around your skin.

“wow, it’s so pretty!” you exclaim.

yoichi nods, watching you from a few feet behind as you play around in the water. he’s not one to get his long pants wet, but he’s all for seeing you happy.

after you’re done, you walk back up to him. “there’s like almost no one here!”

“i might’ve paid them to leave us alone for ten minutes,” yoichi shrugs, earning a playful slap to his chest. with a laugh, he points to your left. “look over there.”

you turn to your left, cocking your head as to what he was possibly pointing at. there’s nothing, no boats, no people. just the water and more ethereal bioluminescence. you turn back around, confused.

“i don’t see –”

you’re cut off with yoichi on one knee in front of you, a hand covering half of his face as the other holds a velvet box with a large oval-cut diamond ring on a simple gold band.

“i don’t even know where to start,” he laughs nervously, removing the hand from his face. it’s a bit dark, the only source of light being from the ocean, but you can tell he’s red. “i’ve been rehearsing since 3 AM in the hotel bathroom and i couldn’t sleep.”

you already feel hot tears brimming at your eyelids. yoichi notices, but for you, for this moment, he tries his best to keep himself composed.

“honestly, i’ve been in love with you since the moment i laid eyes on you. and every single day since then, i’ve fallen harder, deeper, and more helplessly into this love. you have completely ruined me, in the best way possible. i can’t function without thinking about you. i wake up thinking about you. i go to sleep thinking about you. every little thing you do, every smile, every laugh, every time you look at me… i swear, it feels like my heart is about to explode."

he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief at just how gone he is.

“you are my entire world. you are my best friend, my greatest joy, my deepest love, and, honestly, my only personality trait at this point. i would do anything for you. anything. If you told me to swim across this entire ocean right now, i’d ask you if you wanted me to backstroke or freestyle. if you asked me to count every single star in the sky just so you’d know how much i love you, i’d be out here all night, every night, for the rest of my life."

his voice is thick with emotion, looking up at you with complete devotion.

“i have never, not for a second, doubted that you are the one for me. you are my forever, my always, my everything. so, here i am, in front of the most beautiful person in the world, under the most beautiful sky, by the most beautiful ocean, asking the most important question i will ever ask… will you let me spend forever proving that i was meant to be your husband?"

the waves crash softly, the stars above shining brighter, as if the universe itself is waiting for the only answer that could possibly exist.

“yes.”

it was an easy answer, one that needed no hesitation from you. with the happiest smile and a weight lifted off his chest, yoichi slides the ring onto your left ring finger, standing up, picking you up, and twirling you around with joy.

on this night, the stars bore witness to the two of you beginning forever.

𐙚

it’s safe to say that the internet BLEW up after you posted pictures of you with your diamond engagement ring with the caption: “in my fiance eraaa”

everyone knew of your engagement, shippers going crazy and every social media algorithm showing users your beautiful diamond ring that probably cost $1 million easily.

your comments flooded with fans expressing heartfelt congratulations and jealous haters who could only dream of having a love like yours. your family and friends were also very happy for you and so were yoichi’s family and teammates.

a/n: i am aware that everyone has different skin tones, i just used this pic to show off what the ring looks like!

it would be a lie to say you didn’t spend the next day on pinterest looking at wedding inspo instead of enjoying your vacation.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

the wedding ceremony was held a year later.

you made sure to keep it private, only inviting close friends and family from both sides, but there were still a lot of people.

though you might need to be studied, because how did you break the internet again?

shortly after releasing your wedding pictures, they went just as viral as your engagement announcement.

it wasn’t just the off-shoulder lace mermaid dress, or the way yoichi basically began crying the moment he saw you, or the fact you opted to walk down the aisle alone to show how no one but you was going to give yourself away to the love of your life, or how bachira had a dance-off moment with a soccer ball on the middle of the stage, or the fact that rin actually gave a speech.

no, it was your long trailing veil scattered across the ground with two words delicately embroidered at the end: “MRS. ISAGI.”

a/n: yes i am gonna keep writing about my man

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #yoichi isagi #bllk #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #manifesting a love like this for everyone who reads this

91 notes · View notes

thisisjustfanfic · 3 days ago

Text

Cleaning up the Timeline

{You and Rafayel have a sleepover....there's very little sleeping.}

Read on ao3.

Tags: Reader/L&DS Men, Romance, Possessive Behavior, NS!FW, Rafayel has a strong nose, and even stronger fingers. SLight!Somn0

Chapter 10: Crow Day

Your back is being arched at an uncomfortably sharp angle. You had started off sitting on the couch, but Sylus is too tall for that and even crouched on the floor in front of you he was too big to fit between your thighs. So he’s got his arms wrapped around the crux of your hips, lifting you off the couch with your ass against his chest and this face between your legs.

Your skirt is pushed up, and your panties are in tatters in his back pocket. Sylus groans into you as he dines his fill. A ravenous, slavering beast finally tasting divinity.

He’s got you helplessly pinned, but you’d whine at him if he moved at this point. Begging him to keep going in feathery, steaming pants.

Later, you’d trace the points of how you got in the predicament with confusion. The route from morning to evening was a confounding, nonsensical red line that made a large jump at the end. A perfectly pleasant day-out turning into Sylus with his tongue inside you and teeth marks decorating your thighs.

“S-Sylus– ahh– don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, pleading with him for more of the things he was more than happy to provide. But he doubles his efforts anyway, a low rumbling groan vibrating against you and making you squeal. He’s rutting against the side of the couch, desperate to chase his own pleasure but unable to tear himself from the syrupy dessert that is your pussy.

“I’m gonna–” You choke, trying to warn him “I’m gonna–”

“Yes,” He snarls against your cunt, “Give it to me. Fuck, yes– Please. Come on my tongue, kitten. Please.”

He begs like he’s the one on the precipice of orgasm, and his sharp pleas make you tighten around his tongue, more slick dripping from your dewy cunt, and he moans at the gift.

“Sylus!” You cry as you feel yourself edge closer, wound so tight. Throbbing and sopping. The mess on the couch and on the floor is forgotten, nothing exists behind the fog of pleasure and the feeling of Sylus’ tongue.

Just as you're about to come, the elevator dings. Your blood freezes and your orgasm slips through your fingers, though not for a lack of effort on Sylus’ part. Who, when he notices your distraction, growls harshly and pushes you harder into the couch, nipping at you with his teeth so you squeal and writhe beneath him.

The footsteps that approach are lost to the fog as Sylus laps your attention back to him.

The voice of whoever entered is muffled, but the feeling of fingers on your calf startle you. “Fuck,” The intruder curses hotly.

“Back off,” Sylus snarls, rolling his shoulder to push the other person away, “It’s my turn.”

“You can share,” It’s Xavier. You can hear the rumble of his voice reach you, and your mind reels. Shame tries to take you, but it's quickly snuffed out by a white-hot wave of desire.

“Here,” Sylus growls, removing his sinful mouth from your cunt. He maneuvers you too easily, your body a marionette for him as he lays you onto the couch and then flips you over so you're leaning over the back of it. He pulls your hips back onto his face, but doesn’t dive back in. No, instead he places a sweet kiss to your seam, then to the side of it, and then onto the back of your thigh, “Ask her yourself. Tell him, sweetie. Tell him what you want.”

Xavier is rounding the couch before you muster a word. His hands are gripping the sides of your face and drawing your attention to him. He’s wearing his Hunter’s uniform, covered in ash which also darkens parts of his face.

“I-I…” Your half-hearted voice flutters into a breathy moan as Sylus returns to eating you. Delving into a new angle with his tongue. With you on your knees, his hands can roam, and they explore every part that they can reach. Gripping onto your thighs to pull you back, but getting distracted and drifting away.

“Tell me,” Xavier rasps. His thumb presses into your bottom lip. “Look at me, sweet girl. There– there you are. Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“K-kiss me,” You plead.

Xavier doesn’t hesitate. He slots your lips together like sliding pieces of two hooves back into place. It’s not insistent, or demanding, but the sweetest pressure. The lightest of airy meringue. Sweet and patient.

It makes your mind short circuit. Being rewarded with the praise of his softness while being ravaged below by tongue and teeth. The contrast makes you feel a little insane, which is probably why you bite Xavier’s lower lip. Some primal disease taking over like a hedonistic parasite.

You want Xavier a little harder than what he’s giving you, and you want him to know that you don’t need gentle. Sylus isn’t being rough because he likes it, but because the rougher he was the harder you writhed.

You learned quickly that Sylus responded to your pleasure with rapt eagerness. Anything that seemed to make you feel good he was doing it again, and again, and again. Harder, better. Testing the waters until he knew the movements to make your mind turn into jelly.

Xavier doesn’t give in that easily. He responds to your challenging bite with a bite of his own, but doesn’t push more than that. He doesn’t fall for your trap and your silent plea for more. He bites your lower lip once— a harsh, punishing thing. And you can feel its message. Behave.

With Xavier swallowing your cries, you don’t have the ability to warn Sylus when you come, but he seems to know. Groaning when you clench around him and talking you through it.

”Good, sweetheart. Come on my face—fuck—Come on my fucking face.” Sylus moans as you gush around his fingers. “Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me.”

You all but collapse against the back of the couch. Xavier moves to kiss your cheeks and along your jaw, featherlight and slow to not further overstimulate you. Sylus, on the other hand, keeps going. Lapping at all the saccharine slick you produced until you yelp in pain.

The silver hair fiend kisses you clit once, making you jolt before pulling away. A deep satisfied rumble leaves his chest, and he runs one of his large palms from the base of your spine and upwards.

“I’ll clean her up,” Xavier says, lips against your jaw. “I can have a turn, right?”

”Hm,” Sylus sounds reluctant, “I’m hardly finished.”

“Just a shower,” Xavier bargains, “Then we’ll meet you in bed.”

Sylus takes a moment to ponder his, mindlessly palming the thick erection in his too-tight pants. “I guess.”

Xavier gathers you up in his arms, carrying your half-nude form in a princess style. You're sleepy and worn out, but reach out to Sylus, who follows your silent call. He winds his fingers in between your outreached ones, and steps closer.

“Need more, sweetie?” Sylus teases lowly. “Xavier will take care of you. He wants a turn. Is that ok?”

You nod against Xavier’s chest, and Sylus seems pleased. You’re not sure why he’s not coming, but maybe he and Xavier didn’t play well together?

Xavier takes you upstairs, and your eyes are half closed by the time you're put in the shower. It's been a long day, and if you told your past self this morning that this is where you’d end up well…honestly you weren’t surprised.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When your day off rolled around, it took you a while to figure out what to wear. Luckily a quick text to Sylus and he replies with the less than helpful suggestion of ‘Wear a skirt.’

Sylus is waiting for you in the living room when you scale the stairs, but he’s not the only one. There’s a pair hanging off the furniture, one with his legs over the back of the couch with his back on the seat, and the other laying longways with his legs stretched out and propped on the identical man’s stomach.

They look like Team Rocket. Like a villain trio with their matching ensemble of onyx and crimson. Sylus is wearing a black button down with red detailing, black pants, and shiny black dress shoes with red bottoms which you can see from where he’s got his feet propped up on the coffee table. He’s browsing a holographic screen projected by a giant raven sitting on the arm of his chair.

The other two are looking at their phones, loud music and short videos playing as they scroll.

“Good morning,” You greet a little timidly. All three of them look up at you, but only Sylus stops what he’s doing and stands.

“Morning,” He says, his voice a little hoarse. You noticed his shoulders looked a littel heavy and the circles beneath his eyes were a little darker.

“You seem tired,” You say without thinking, and then cringe at how offensive that sounds. You try to cover it up quickly, “Did you get up just for me?”

“The day is mine, and I don’t plan to waste it.” Sylus replies, smirking.

“What’s the plan then?” You ask, hoping your uncertainty isn’t obvious.

“First, breakfast.” Sylus places his hands on his hips, “Then I need to pick up some things from a few places. That should get us to lunch. After that, I have two tickets to a matinee, and then we’ll come back here.”

Sylus brings out his phone and taps at it with his thumb, not noticing the way your face has gone slack.

“Wait,” You blurt, having to shake your head to clear out the cobwebs that surely must have formed in there, because there’s no way you heard him right. “Wait, is this a date?”

The pair of masked gentlemen on the couch snicker, and Sylus looks at you with an incredulous expression. “Of course it is, kitten. What did you think we would be doing?”

Your face flushes deep red and you look down towards your feet, “Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t know what to expect. I thought you’d put me to work.”

Sylus reaches out and lifts your chin, “That’s hardly entertaining for me. I’d much rather watch you on my arm than kiss my boot. Though, if that’s your preference, I can adapt.”

“Stop! No!” You fluster and step away. “Your plan sounds good. Great even.”

Sylus laughs in that rich dark cocoa way and you feel a bit dizzy, “Good, now go get your things. I booked us a table for breakfast, we’ll take a car.”

“So bossy,” You mutter as you obey, hoping to retain some sense of dignity. You grab your bag and your coat, debating putting on different pants, but remember the heated look in Sylus’ eye and decide to tough it out.

When you get back downstairs, your phone goes off. A notification that disappears the moment you turn on the screen. With a huff and a frustrated shake of the damn machine you approach Sylus, who’s waiting patiently.

“Hey Sylus?” You call, and he turns to you. “You seem handy, can you check out my phone? I think it’s busted.”

Sylus plucks the device from your hand and examines it for a moment, “What’s wrong with it?”

“It keeps randomly turning off and on. Messages take forever to appear, and the ones I send sometimes don’t send at all– even when I know I have service.” You explain.

Sylus’s expression doesn’t change much, but his eyes do narrow a tiny bit. He turns it over in his hands, examining the back and the edges, “Boys,” He barks, and the pair on the couch jump to attention. Sylus hands your phone to one of them, “Open it up and take a look. Send me what you find.”

“Will do, bossman!” The one who holds the phone says cheerily, while the other lurks over his shoulder and looks at you through the dark holes in his avian mask, “Don’t worry about anything spicy on there, I promise we’re very discreet.”

You pale a bit and Sylus clicks his tongue. They both laugh in a simultaneous melody and then scurry away. Like little rats down the hall and into the sewer below.

As you and Sylus make your way to the garage you ask, “Who were they?”

“My associates.” Sylus informs as he opens your door to a flashy luxury vehicle. It’s broad and cushy, meant to chauffeur people in a completely different tax bracket than yourself.

“The ones who went through my stuff?”

Sylus chuckles, “Yes.”

You half expected Sylus to summon a driver to cart the two of you around, but he drives himself. It takes a bit longer than you thought to get to the restaurant, and the minute you pull up and a sharply dressed valet arrives, you feel horrifically underdressed.

“You could have warned me it was this fancy,” You hiss under your breath as a white collared host walks you to a table.

Sylus places a hand to your back and hums, “I wouldn’t dare. Then you might have changed.”

You don’t bother to ponder what that might mean. The menu doesn’t have prices on it, and mere moments after you sit down plates of pastries and fresh fruit are placed between you.

It’s an experience to say the least. The restaurant is fairly empty, no tables adjacent to you are filled at the very least, and the staff seem to know who Sylus is. It’d be hard to enjoy your food with all the attention the servers give you, that is, if it wasn’t so good.

You’re in a bubbly mood by the time you finish, filled with delicious food and topped with tart mimosas. The alcohol has softened the fringed edges of your uncertainty, and you let yourself settle into the date.

Sylus doesn’t look at his phone once, too busy watching you to do so. It was a lot at first, being under all that attention made you sweat under the heat of it, but by the end of breakfast you’re staring right back. Filling the void with conversation about his mysterious wealth and odd choice of food.

Sylus helps you put your coat on to leave, snatching the garment out of the poor worker’s hands before they can help you themselves. You giggle a little and shake your head at him, Sylus is hardly subtle. You wonder if he’s trying to be.

The next stop is a luxury store with deep wooden floors and low lighting. The racks are sparse and the mannequins dressed in things you’d only see on a runway. Sylus brings you inside with a hand around your back again, and lets go of you next to a wall of handbags while he goes up to a counter.

You look at your own purse and then to the display, wondering if the workers are judging you from bringing it inside at all. They didn’t look too snooty, but this place was certainly something. One of the purses catches your eyes, and you dare to peek inside.

$6,000? You choke and quickly put the tag back inside, like it might jump out and get you.

Sylus comes back with two large bags around his wrist, and you quickly return to his side and away from the very-expensive-no-good handbag. It was cute though….

“What’d you get?” You ask as you exit the perfumed air of the shop, and walk down the sidewalk toward the next one.

“Just some things I ordered,” He answers cryptically, “Did you see something you liked?”

You did, but the price tag had made your tummy hurt. “Not really.”

The next store is more golden, with warm wood paneled walls and displays of glass with jewelry within. You pass by necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and then rings. Stopping by one filled with loose stones, a mellow employee greets you.

“I’m picking up something.” Sylus informs, and then shockingly says your name. You jerk to look at him, ready to argue, but your voice is lost and only a tiny squeak escapes.

The employee returns with a box wrapped up, and places it into a bag. They thank Sylus and bid them both well.

You're reeling, and keep your mouth shut until you’re back outside. “What was that? Why’d you use my name?”

Sylus smiles like a cat that got the cream, “Why do you think I did?”

“Because you’re some crime lord banned from the store?” You scoff sarcastically.

To which Sylus gasps theatrically, “How did you know?”

You can’t help but laugh and let the use of your name slide. You follow him to three other stores, spending a bit more time in some than others. You browse through a rack of insanely priced shirts, and while Sylus speaks indistinctly with a man dressed like a butler, you peruse a case of ostentatious watches.

What a life Sylus lives. Is this what he does everyday? Walk around these places, be treated like a king, and spend more than a normal person’s yearly salary? It’s a lot, but its fun in small amounts.

Lunch is a little less stuffy than breakfast, and by the time the matinee is over you’re almost tired. You wish you had your phone to take some pictures, you haven’t had a day like this in forever, and it feels worth commemorating.

When you mention it to Sylus as you leave the theatre, he pulls out his phone and holds it up, telling you to smile with an almost goofy grin on his face. You laugh and pull him in, turning the phone around to take a selfie with the both of you and the theatre in the background. Sylus looks a little stunned in the first picture, but is smiling gently in the next one.

You see him smile to himself as he scrolls through the photos you take, and then watch as he sends them to a group chat with the others in it.

When you finally go to return home, you’re torn. On one hand, you’re exhausted and ready to sink into the couch for a nap, but on the other you’re not ready to part from the white-haired man just yet.

It felt nice to be out and about in public. To hold his hand and walk down the street. His conversations are filled with teasing and jabs, but it’s like a game and its fun.

The house is dark when you get back, and the sun is slowly setting. It’s only mid afternoon at this point, and there’s some time before dinner.

Sylus takes your coat and hangs it up next to his, and then leaves the dozen or so bags in the entryway.

“That was fun.” You say with a smile, looking up at him, “Thank you.”

Sylus hums and looks horribly fond for a moment. His crimson eyes soften like butter in your hands, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

He’s tall, and imposing, but when he looks at you like this he’s almost…small. No longer the towering bull, but a vulnerable man. Just a man.

From that point it was a slippery descent into the inevitable. You’d been thoroughly wined and dined, and Sylus insisted you sit and rest while he ordered some food. Making you cook supper would only sour his mood— is what he claimed.

It started with a tentative kiss. Something you initiated because you wanted to. He’d been the perfect gentleman, and you were getting impatient as the clock ticked closed to seven.

After that first, almost virginal kiss, Sylus excused himself for a moment, and went to the entryway and rifled through the bags. He came back with one of the first bags, and brought out two matching square boxes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He teases when you gawk at him. “You should have known it was for you when I used your name.”

“How much was this?” You can help but ask as you tentatively take the box.

“You haven’t even seen it yet and you're asking that?” Sylus chuckles and shakes his head, “It’s cost was nothing. Just open it.”

You don’t believe him but you obey. You open the box in your palm and open it slowly. Within on a white velveteen bottom is a gold bangle. It’s remarkably simple with small crystals lining the side. While your tongue lags behind your stalled brain, Sylus puts it on your wrist– it takes a small screw on the side, and you wonder if you’ll be able to take it off on your own.

You raise your wrist to examine it, “This is…This is a lot. I mean– It’s beautiful, and I love it but–”

“Before you ask all those questions, here–” Sylus opens the other box and you see a matching bangle, sans diamonds. It’s a matching pair to yours, only his is silver. “Help me put mine on?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, “Are these luxury friendship bracelets?”

Sylus hums as you tighten the little screw, securing the bracelet on this left wrist, “You could call it that. I got one for the others too.”

You feign a gasp, “Gang marking then?”

Your jest is met with too much affection in his eyes, and you're taken aback. Sylus reaches up and gently drags the back of his fingers down your cheek, “Just a token of appreciation. Something for you to remember me by.”

Your heart can’t take it. Something wrenches you forward like being possessed, and you pull him down into you with a hand to the back of his neck. He takes the hint immediately and meets you halfway, letting you claw at him until you can press his lips to yours.

Sylus doesn’t let you part for more than a moment– a single gasp for air as he pulls you up. Like being led in a dance, you hop a little and wrap your legs around his waist. Hsi hands come up to support you, and he’s walking the two of you over to the couch.

A part of your brain begs you to go slower, be gentler, be kinder to him. But you can’t help it. You can’t seem to stop as you wind your fingers into his hair and grab a handful– you don’t pull, because at the lightest of pressure he follows your hold. A horrible ragged groan leaving his flushed lips when you do.

He’s back at your neck in an instant, inhaling and pressing open-mouth kisses along the column of your throat and sucking harsh marks along your collarbone.

Pressed into the couch, you’re limited in how much you can move, but your able to meet the slow, languid rhythm of his hips against yours.

The last coherent thought you have is that he’s huge. On this couch, he almost completely covers you. Anyone who passed by would think he was dry-humping the couch. One of his hands wraps around your wrist and it wraps all the way around. And when he pushes your skirt out of the way, leaving only your thin panties to protect you, you feel how massive that part of him is.

Your whimper is swallowed by his lips as he drags himself away from your neck. You can feel the necklace of throbbing hickies he’s left behind, and your rosy-hued thoughts preen.

It’s like he can’t stop himself. Like he’s in-too deep and too far gone, but he asks so sweetly too. To tender for such a scary-looking man, but it shatters your hesitations.

“Can I– Oh– Can I take these off, sweetheart?” He breathes against you; long calloused fingers edging the hem of your panties. He’s breathless, and his eyes aren’t focused, but he sees when you nod, and hears your enthusiastic confirmation.

Your shirt is lifted up to expose more of you, like peeling back the wrapper on a lollipop– the instant it’s revealed his tongue is there. Drifting down, down, down. He’s a man possessed. A thrall ensnared by the rapturous taste of your skin.

His eagerness is rabid, and you’re not sure he’s thinking straight. The both of you running without thought. Blind and deaf and reaching through the darkness on touch and taste alone. His eyelashes flutter a little, like his mind is spinning when he catches sight of the shimmery wetness between your legs. The first taste he gets is slow– decadence being savored.

It only degrades from there. The both of you pushing the other further and further into some kind of primal hole. Where Sylus isn’t satisfied with the angle and so he grabs you, moves you until he can dine on you properly. And dine he does.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Xavier carries you up to your bedroom, and you snooze a little on the way there. You’d never been so totally knocked out just from getting eaten out before, but Sylus made it an event. He was a man of particular taste, and meals were always an event.

“Hey!”

You open your eyes and see Rafayel down the hall, escaping the dim lighting of his studio to scurry over to the two of you. His alexandrite eyes shine, gleaming as he takes you in.

“What are we doing?” Rafayel asks as he follows Xavier into your room.

The blond huffs softly and sits you down on the bed, “Getting cleaned up. Can you go start the shower?”

Rafayel looks like he just got invited to play his favorite game the way he grins. He shakes his head, “We should take a bath. Right, cutie? Doesn’t a bath sound nice?”

Rafayel is in front of you, face a little peachy and ears a little red. He runs his hands up your bare thighs and sighs.

“She needs to get clean.” Xavier argues as he nudges Rafayel’s crouched form with his knee, “No fish stew tonight.”

Rafayel clicks his tongue and rises to his feet, “You’re no fun. Fine. I’ll go start the shower.”

Rafayel disappears into the bathroom and you hear the shower start running. You sit up straight and stretch out a bit, lifting your arms above your head while Xavier removes your top.

“I can shower on my own,” You say, but know it’s pointless to, “You don’t have to help me.”

Xavier smirks at you as he presses your back against the bed with a firm hand to your sternum, guiding you with that unmoving solidity. He hooks your fingers around the waist of your skirt and pulls it down, leaving you in nothing at all. “It’s my turn for a bit, bunny. Is that okay?”

You resist the urge to bite your lip and then nod. Xavier helps you back up to your feet, and you shiver. It’s too cold to be without clothes, and Xavier notices. With a gentle grip on your hand he tasks you towards the bathroom, where Rafayel is standing outside the shower, testing the temperature of the water with his hand.

Steam billows out of the glass enclosure and into the chilly air of the bathroom, and you’re more than eager to feel the heat.

You step inside and let the water slowly cascade over you, easing the tension in your legs and your back. The muscles around your spine sighing in relief at not being bent in half anymore and relishing in the water pressure.

The door to the shower opens and Xavier is there, an endless expanse of pale skin and scars and you can’t help it when you glance down. Oh boy, you regretted that. He’s half-hard and it’s too much.

Xavier chuckles at your doe-eyed expression and reaches out to you, pulling you closer to him so he can place a hand on the side of your face. “You look a little red, bunny. Is the water too hot?”

He knows damn well the water is fine, and you know he’s teasing by that awful glint in his too-pretty eyes. You don’t get a chance to respond as he pulls you into a kiss. Pressing his plush lips against you in a tender, slow kiss. It doesn’t ask for more, and feels more like a greeting than an inquiry for more.

Xavier reaches for a bottle of soap and pulls it down from the shelf, just as the door opens again. You look at– god, it’s Rafayel. Naked and pushing into the shower like he owns it. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that Xavier is in his way and simply slides around him, a hand gliding across the other man’s shoulders.

Xavier goes to open the bottle and Rafayel stops him, “You’re not gonna use that on her right?”

The blond’s eyes narrowed, “Why can’t I?”

“Psh, it’s like you’ve never done this before.” Rafayel prods. “That's the conditioner, space man. You might wanna try soap first.”

Rafayel comes up behind you and places his hands lightly on the curve of your waist. Just the barest caress of his fingertips that he drags up and then down.

You giggle softly at the tickling sensation and the slightly confused look on Xavier's face as he reads the bottle. He looks back to the shelf and the half-dozen other bottles and looks a little more concerned.

“Here,” You say with a chuckle, “This is the shampoo.”

You go to open it for yourself but Xavier snatches it from you. You can feel Rafayel’s laugh against your back, and the warmth of his skin leaks into. The devil on your shoulder hums into your ear, “Let him do it, cutie. He wants to take care of you.”

You gasp a little, taken off guard by the richness from the voice behind you. There’s no more taunt in his voice, but something delectable dark. Rafayel holds his hands a little firmer on your waist, holding you in place while Xavier begins to lather your hair with shampoo.

All that exposed feeling melts away, eased into limp stringless tranquility. The bodies that surround you are barriers of protection, walls of warmth of affection instead of something to fear.

Xavier is meticulous and gentle, washing your hair and conditioning it like he’d done it a million times. It’s so physical and intimate but not demanding. You don’t feel like he’s racking up a debt he expects you to repay, if anything he touches you like he feels lucky for it. Like he’ll somehow owe you for the pleasure of it.

Rafayel is a quiet observer, running his hands along your back and waist, slowly pressing harder into a gentle massage, thumbs circling into the tense muscles of your back until the knots unwind.

The loofa is a little harsh at first to your sensitive skin, and you jolt a little when it runs in between your thighs and runs along the dozens of bites there.

“Aw, poor princess,” Rafayel coos, sliding his hand down to your hips, gripping a little tighter there, “Sylus just can’t control himself sometimes. Look at the mess he made.”

Xavier hums in agreement and looks at Rafayel for a moment, something passing between them that you only guess at. Whatever you might have guessed is lost when Xavier bends down to grip the back of your knee and lifts.

You teetering on one foot, but Rafayel is there, pressing his front to your back and wrapping his arms around you. His palms flatten against your tummy and he leans his chin onto your shoulder. His eyes are cast downwards to where Xavier kneels in front of you, holding open your leg so that he can run the loofa gently over the inside of your thighs.

You squeak, feeling exposed again and gripping onto Rafayel without thinking.

“I would paint this,” Rafayel rasps in your ear, “This view…it’s worth remembering.”

Xavier chuckles softly, “Don’t let it go to your head. I don’t go to my knees often.”

Something about that thrills Rafayel, you can feel it. Feel it in the sharp inhale you hear he makes, and from the heavy twitch his cock makes against your back. He’s been hard the whole time, but it’s now pressed between you. Tight enough you can feel the pulse of it against your tailbone.

Maybe it’s the steam, or the soap, or maybe your way more depraved than you thought you were because you press back into him. A little testing roll of your hips that makes Rafayel hiss and grab you tightly by the hips.

“That’s not nice,” Rafayel whines, “Don’t do that again, princess.”

Xavier– still holding your knee up, thigh open– stands and presses close to your front, “Do it again.”

You roll your hips again, pushing back with more purpose this time, stroking along the length of his cock until a shaky noise leaves him.

Xavier chuckles as Rafayel pulls back to press his forehead onto you shoulder. The amethyst haired man is hunched over you, hands on your hips, pulling you backwards so that he can rut against your back. What was briefly tentative, quickly becomes filthy. One little testing roll turns into long, hard strokes.

“Look at me,” Xavier commands, and you’re helpless to it. You turn, and Xavier drops your leg to hold the sides of your face again. Kissing you. It’s hungrier than he’s ever been. Coaxing you into a fever with his lips and the tiniest hints of his tongue.

Rafayel is panting. He shifts a little, pushing your feet together and tilting your hips backwards. You're confused for only a single moment, because that’s how long it takes for Rafayel to take hold of his cock and slide it in between the tight crux of your thighs.

You gasp sharply which melts in a shattered moan as his heavy cock strokes against your slit and your clit. It’s barely enough, but the rough hold of his hands sends just enough sensation to your brain to send you crawling towards another orgasm.

“You do so good, don’t you bunny?” Xavier rumbles against your lips, “Such a sweet little pet. Letting him use you like that?”

“I-I…” You stutter out as Rafayel’s cock catches on your clit again. Xavier’s face is flushed red, and you reflexively let go of Rafayel with one hand to reach out to him.

Through hooded eyes, you look down to his long, weeping cock. You’re hesitant at first, letting the tip of your middle finger run along the length of it before wrapping your fingers around him. He grunts, exhaling through his nose as you begin to stroke him– unknowingly matching the heated rhythm of the man behind you.

“F-Fuck,” Rafayel hisses through his teeth, “Go faster, princess. D-don’t be afraid to really squeeze him. Pretty Xavier likes it when it hurts— doesn’t he?”

Xavier’s mouth falls open as you follow instructions. Gripping him tighter and moving faster.

The water cascades over the three of you, washing away the sweat that rises onto your flushed skin. The steam in the air fills your lungs and the sticky sounds of pleasure echo off the glass walls.

You want to take Xavier into your mouth, but with Rafayel practically holding your bottom half up off the floor, that’s not possible. So you kiss him instead. Slathering him with sloppy kisses and searching tongue. He holds onto you tighter, gripping your hair and holding your head back so he can access your throat again, pairing Sylus’ previous marks with partners from him.

You’re certain you’ll look like a well-loved dog toy by the end of this, and the idea makes you a little giddy. A half-mad smile coming to your face as you imagine the sorry state of your body by the time they all get a bite of you.

A harsh slap hallows the room, and you feel sting on your ass a second later. Rafayel’s laugh is deadly and dark, delirious with his own chasing pleasure and he follows it with another slap to the other cheek.

“R-Raf–” You only manage half his name in between Xavier’s lips biting at yours, “I-Inside.”

Even Xavier groans at your pathetic plea, and Rafayel chokes on his. He huffs a little and slows down, a bit more purposeful in his rutting, “Oh I will princess. I will. But not right now– fuck, don’t move like that– I’m not fucking you right now, princess. That’ll take a little more prep than I can handle right now.”

You whine and try to move your hips again, angle them so his cock catches on your entrance. All this dancing around is making your desperate. You’ve never felt so empty in your life, and you’re willing to take it standing up at this point.

Rafayel growls and stops completely. “Behave. You want me that bad, sweetheart? You have to wait. For no reason other than I tell you to. You’re gonna’ wait even longer because I say so.”

Xavier rumbles like a big cat against your collarbone, “Don’t be so mean, Rafayel.”

Rafayel hums and keeps going, holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, “D-don’t pretend like I’m the–oh god– m-mean one.”

You whimper as your orgasm inches closer, tip toeing painfully slowly into a pitiful crescendo from the inconsistent strokes of Rafayel’s cockhead.

Xavier groans as you continue to stroke him, and you feel him throb in your hand. His jaw is tight and he has to take in a sharp inhale before he can speak, “Do you want to come, bunny? Is that it?”

“Y-yes!” You beg, feeling simultaneously overstimulated and understimulated. It’s too much and not enough. Empty and so very very full. “Yes, please! Please!”

Rafayel moans a bit higher pitched than before, he’s getting close. His hips are losing a bit of their rhythm.

“Beg him,” Xavier whispers to you, like sharing a secret. “He likes it when you beg. Beg him for his come, and he’ll shatter. Just for you.”

Xavier’s voice is like the call of a siren in your ear. Singing in low tones and luring you to your little death. He sounds like the devil, orchestrating some horrible sin.

“P-please. Rafayel…” Your voice is high and airy, and you turn your head away from Xavier to look back at the wrecked visage of the artist behind you. “C-Come…please. Please.I want it. Please, please– come for me.”

Rafayel’s head jerks up, his wet hair swinging droplets of water with the force of it. His eyes, which had been staring at your ass, and his cock sliding between your cheeks, flick up to you and he looks shocked.

In one single moment, you watch his eyes widen and then crack. His expression shudders into slackened pleasure as he comes, slamming his hips hard into you as far as he can. You feel his cock jerk against you and you cry out. Globs of come stick to the insides of your thighs and splatter out, droplets falling onto Xavier and down onto the tile below.

Rafayel grabs at you, wrapping an arm around you to jerk your head to the side and kiss you. It’s sloppy and sleepy and he’s barely caught his breath by the time he parts.

“It’s Xavier’s turn.” Rafayel whispers against your lips. “You did so good for me, and he’s waited so patiently. Should we reward him?”

You nod and turn to Xavier, finally free of Rafayel’s delirious grip. You already miss his harsh hands, but you want more to feel Xavier right now. Xavier who stood and waited so patiently, and continues to wait so patiently.

Dropping to your knees seems to surprise the both of them, and your sidling up to Xavier without hesitation. His hand is in your hair, but it doesn’t stop you. You’re already pulling him into your mouth. The girth of him stretching your jaw and heavy on your tongue. Moaning around him makes him gasp, and his cock twitches– nearly making you gag.

“B-bunny.” Xavier whimpers, stunned at your eagerness.

Rafayel steps to the side of Xavier, running his hand along the blond's back and placing his hand over the one in your hair, “Don’t be so mean, Xavier.”

You bob up and down as far as you can go, alternating between hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to cup him. His lashes flutter a little. He was already so close from your hand before– this was too much.

Rafayel is clearly trying to push Xavier over the edge, running his fingers along Xavier’s skin and whispering filth in his ear that you can’t hear over the rush of the shower.

Xavier chokes and tries to pull you off of him, “Bunny! Bunny, please. I’m gonna–”

“Swallow it, princess.”

The conflicting orders make your brain halt altogether and so you stop. Freezing in place, unsure of where to go. Xavier’s cock throbs on your tongue and you choke on the sudden rush of cum. His head tilts back as ragged groans escape and his hips twitch forward, unable to stop half-thrusting further into the wet heat of your mouth.

You barely have time to swallow the remnants of his seed before you’re being pulled back to your feet. Hands all over you.

“How do you want your treat, princess?” Rafayel is behind your again, kissing the back of your neck and shoulders while Xavier peppers his kisses along your breasts and chest. “Anything at all. It’s yours.”

“I wanna–”

You don’t get to finish, because Xavier is on his knees again. He shoots Rafayel a serious stare and states, “Hold her up.”

Rafayel crouches to catch you behind the knees, holding you up by the crooks of your knees and pressing your back to his. Rafayel hums and nibbles the shell of your ear, while Xavier dives into your pussy.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Rafayel purrs, “Be good and let pretty Xavier lick you. That’s it. You’re already so close aren’t you? Precious girl. My darling bride– ngh, keep singing for me. Show Xavier how good he’s doing.”

Xavier pushes one finger inside you and then couples it with another, filling you up alongside his delectable tongue. He’s more precise that Sylus was– less ravenous and carnal, but no less overwhelming.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if– if you do this long enough– you’ll be able to tell them apart just by how they eat you out.

Your orgasm crashes into you. Wrapping around you like a boa constrictor and then snapping. Any strength you had in holding yourself up completely collapses as waves of divinity are dragged from you, drunk like ambrosia on Xavier’s tongue and prolonged with the strum of his fingers.

You have to beg him to stop and he takes his time when he does.

You’re a boneless zombie after that. Getting washed again, and showered more with soft kisses and praise. Rafayel runs his fingers along your sensitive folds a few times, and gets his hand smacked away by a stern Xavier.

Rafayel fetches a t-shirt and some underwear for you to wear, mumbling about the mess of your clothes which is rich coming from Mr. Organized himself.

When you enter the bedroom again, Sylus is there, wearing a soft knit shirt and loose black sweatpants. He’s lounging on your bed, leaning against your headboard and sizing the three of you up like he caught you doing something nefarious.

“How was the shower?” Sylus taunts with a smirk.

“I don’t want to hear Mr. Couch.” Xavier sneers.

You crawl into bed, too tired to engage in their banter. The sheets feel a little softer than before, and the mattress a little more cushy. You sink into it with a soft sigh and Sylus pets your hair fondly.

“Scoot over,” Rafayel says, intending to climb in behind you.

“Uh uh,” Sylus tuts, “It’s my turn.”

Rafayel huffs, offended. “There’s room. Just move over.”

“You already got a turn,” Xavier argues, holding back Rafayel with a hand on his arm. “You got the whole night all to yourself, did you think we didn’t hear?”

“Tch, so I get kicked to the curb?” Rafayel whines, “Fine. But I’m ordering a bigger bed.”

“Oh my god please.” You groan into the pillow. “I love you guys but please let me sleep.”

The group falls quiet for a moment, and then a soft kiss is pressed to your hair. You can tell it’s Xavier by how he sighs into it. His first kiss followed up with a tiny second one before he pulled away.

Rafayel moves your hair before kissing you temple. Pressing one, two, three along your hairline and you can feel his smile.

“You win, princess.” Rafayel whispers to you as he pulls away, “We’ll go.”

Xavier and Rafayel quietly exit the room and you sigh into the quiet.

“They tire you out, kitten?” Sylus hums as he slides down to lay on the pillow next to you. He rolls onto his side to face you, and you peek at him with one eye.

“You could say that. Though I was tired before the shower too.” You tease with a smile you can’t suppress.

Sylus snorts softly and reaches out to you. His smirk fades and he looks a little uncertain, “Is this alright? Can I hold you?”

You’d been so drunk from Rafayel and Xavier that you almost forgot how sweet Sylus could be. You nodded and shifted to move closer, and he pulled you the rest of the way.

Your head rests on his large bicep and you nestle into the curve of him. He curls around you like a cat, and you swear you hear him purr.

“Don’t tell the others, but I texted Zayne.” Sylus whispers into your hair, “Think there’s enough room for him?”

You giggle against his chest, “Yeah. I don’t need to breathe, that’s fine.”

Sylus inhales and chuckles again, “Good. He’ll be here soon.”

<- Previous Next ->

#love and deepspace #lads #lads x reader #lads sylus #lads rafayel #lads zayne #lads xavier #xavier x reader #sylus x reader #rafayel x reader #reader insert

39 notes · View notes

artisicallya-rambo · 2 days ago

Text

Pokemon trainer Batgirls (and Duke)! I also have a little extra lore for these guys adding on from my batboys one (Here) and my Yj designs (here)

(lore below the cut)

Like the previous batch all of these guys are part of Bruces ghost type gym (the 'W' emblem showing that). As I said in my last lore dump Cass would be at the gyms entrance with Jason, acting like fake out evil Grunts . And, because mute Cass has my entire heart, i'm making her mute in this universe too. Although I don't really know how that'd work in a video game? I did contemplate giving her some unknown Pokémon to act like sign language but 1) she would need an entire library of them to use effectively and 2) I was very attached to the idea of giving her a snorlax so she'd probably just use sign language or a text to speech app to communicate, but i think she'd be mostly silent because she isn't particularly chatty in any of the comics i've read. I imagine the group would find Duke right by the gates to the town the gym is located in. Duke would be the most nervous/ awkward of the group when it comes to Tim as he was added to the gym after Tims left and feels a bit weird about them meeting in a battle. Stephanie is probably also early into the town (I'm thinking near Dick) and I don't think she's technically part of the gym and more of a girl who lives in the town and became so close to Cass and Tim that she just wears the symbol and battles trainers for fun. Steph is the most talkative of the group and would talk thought the whole battle, most of it likely being her making fun of Tim while the rest of the Young Justice gang stares on in confusion. I imagine the battle with Steph would be when the team is beginning to get suspicious that something more is going on than Tim just having been to this gym before, and they would start to attempt to question him about it but Tim just keeps dodging his questions. ( I think that when the reveal after the battle that Tim is Bruces son happens, Bart is completely unsurprised and connected the dots like two gyms ago.)

Babs was a bit of a wild card for me, i'm thinking she'd play a bit of a nurse joy role in this world and run the poke centre by the gym. She'd be the only one of Tims siblings you'd (likely) meet after the reveal, and I think she'd be very nice to Tim but the moment he's gone she'd interrogate the rest of Young Justice to make sure her baby brothers' team doesn't suck. And quickly realises their good trainers but the dumbest people she's ever met. Which she is very concerned about until she sees them interacting and sees how happy Tim is with them and decides to let it go.

#young justice #pokemon fanart #pokemon #batgirls #batfam #duke thomas #signal dc #black bat #cassandra cain #the spoiler #stephanie brown #barbra gordon #dc oracle #dc signal #dc fanart #dc comics #drawing #artists on tumblr #young justice 1998

40 notes · View notes

backtothedrawingboard · 3 days ago

Text

Tadc Cast Tk Headcanons

Here's some headcanons related to a request by @girlyc0ww :D

~~~~~~~~~~

Caine

Lee:

•Wasn't originally ticklish. He learned about it when Jax tried and failed to tickle him.

•After that, he gave himself the ability to be ticklish out of curiousity and now loves it.

•He thinks it's the perfect way to laugh when he's feeling down and will seek it out.

•Very loud laugh. It's one of the only times his announcer persona disappears and his real laugh appears. It's surprisingly high pitch.

•Definitely a squirmer. He'll flail and wriggle everywhere.

•Sometimes he'll pop out of existence.

•His worst spots are his armpits and hips, but he's pretty ticklish everywhere. Surprisingly, his feet are not ticklish.

•About a 7/10 on the ticklish scale.

•Loves aftercare. He doesn't really understand it, but he'll never pass down an opportunity for hugs.

Ler:

•Unintentionally mean.

•He used to tease without realizing it and was confused why his lee got all blushy. Now that he understands it, he overdoes it like CRAZY.

•He will reduce even the toughest lee to a flustered mess.

•Often pretends he doesn't know why the lee is laughing. "You must think my jokes are hilarious!"

•Surprisingly good at aftercare. He gives lots of head pats and hugs.

Pomni

I already have some that you can find here! But here's some more just for kicks!

Lee:

•It takes a while for her to be comfortable enough to let someone tickle her, but she will eventually allow it.

•She sometimes snorts, which causes her to go red and cover her mouth.

•She absolutely will not let Jax touch her. She doesn't like him or trust him. He gets slapped every time he tries.

•She's the only one (besides Zooble lol) that effectively makes him go away when he tries.

Ler:

•She figures out exactly what makes the lee squeal. Whether it's rough clawing or light skittering, she'll find out.

•Since her arms can stretch out, any squirming away won't be effective to escape cause she can keep holding on while scooting closer again.

•If she blows raspberries, she'll go so long her face changes colors.

Gangle

Lee:

•Not super ticklish because it's hard to actually tickle her.

•If you do manage to tickle her, go for her sides. Or what would be her sides. It's the easiest to grab.

•She's a squirmer. And since she's made of ribbon, she can escape easily.

•She doesn't really have a worst spot. She's equally ticklish pretty much everywhere but her arms.

•About a 4/10 on the ticklish scale just because it's so hard to get her.

•Easily flustered but pretty much anything.

•She usually doesn't mind tickling unless Jax is targeting her. She will try to escape no matter who it is, though.

•She enjoys aftercare if it's anyone but Jax. She's sometimes on the fence about it with Ragatha, too. But otherwise, she enjoys chin rubs.

Ler:

•Pretty shy if she's starting it.

•She doesn't usually start anything unless someone provokes her.

•She will get you if you start it, though.

•She isn't good at rough tickling since she's just ribbons. But if soft gets you, good luck.

•She doesn't tease much because it just flusters her.

•Good at aftercare. She'll hold the lee close.

Ragatha

Lee:

•Since she's a doll, she's squishy and easy to grab.

•Very ticklish and will kick you.

•She doesn't like it but will tolerate it if it will make you happy.

•Worst spots are her sides and belly.

•About a 8/10 on the ticklish scale.

•Teasing doesn't work well on her. It just pisses her off.

•She does enjoy aftercare. She'll just flop limply on the ler's lap and accept any affection from them.

Ler:

•Mean.

•So mean.

•She might not like it for herself, but she's a real tickle monster on the others if she wants to make them laugh.

•Pretty teasy. Not as much as Caine or Jax, but still mean.

•She'll do fake-outs just to make the lee squeal.

•Lots of "Coochicoochicoooo!"

•She might be mean, but she does want the lee to have fun and will ease off if they don't like it or are in distress.

•GREAT at aftercare. Lots of cuddles, and she's a plush doll so she's very comfy to lean on.

Kinger

Lee:

•Not ticklish lol.

•He'll pretend to be just to humor the ler.

•If he's out of it, he'll just ask what the ler is doing.

Ler:

•Nice ler.

•He'll almost never intentionally tickle anyone unless they ask him to.

•His teases are usually compliments and encouragements.

•He stops at the first request to.

•If he notices somewhere is a death spot, he'll leave it alone unless specifically asked to tickle there.

•Great with aftercare. He'll hug the lee and offer his pillow fort as a place to rest.

Zooble:

Lee:

•Don't.

•Just don't.

•They hate it and will either slap the soul out of you or get you back tenfold.

•Only allows Gangle tickle them.

•But in case you do dare, their tickle spots depend on what Zooble parts they have that day.

•Ranges from a 3/10 to a 7/10 on the ticklish scale.

•Don't even bother with aftercare. They'll just fight you.

Ler:

•Usually doesn't start anything unless their lee went after them first.

•Mean ler. They only stop after several "stops."

•They target the worst spots and go INTENSE.

•Aftercare includes a middle finger and a slap.

Jax:

I already have some that you can find here! But here's some more!

Lee:

•His tail wags vigorously. That's his main giveaway that he's having fun.

•After a while he'll just go limp and claim that he's dying.

•That's your sign to stop.

•If he does want it to continue, he'll either put your hands back on his sides or nudge your hand with his head.

•Lots of wild squirming and kicking.

•He purrs once it's over.

Ler:

•His burrowing instinct sometimes kicks in and he'll dig at at the lee's belly. It's not too rough, so it tickles like HELL.

•His tail wags when his lee is having fun.

•EVIL with raspberries. EVIL. RUN.

•He'll rub his face against his lee if he's fond of them (chinning!). He'll do this either while tickling or after tickling.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc gangle #tadc ragatha #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc jax #lee!headcanons #ler!headcanons #tadc headcanon #sfw tickling

24 notes · View notes

didyoulookforme · 3 days ago

Note

1 with post Matty PLSSSS

Allllll my love,

Belle <3

overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex

from the prompt list here

so, about a year after you officially became a couple, you finally ask if he wants to move in with you :') i mean, he might as well be the third member of the household (counting sweet pup kevin) since he already has a ton of his clothes there and even his own spot in your closet and dresser, lol. obviously, matty is overjoyed and totally emotional when you ask because what do you mean the woman of his literal (wet) dreams is letting him share your space?!

anyway, he says yes and that night he can’t stop beaming when he gets back home, endlessly telling hann about how ecstatic he is, how perfect you are, and how he’d do anything for you. he nearly forgets that now poor adam is going to be without a roommate, but adam is happy for him and, tbh, it might not be the worst thing to avoid waking up to matty roaming around in his boxers every morning.

a couple of weeks later, it's moving day and matty wakes up super early, freaking out about what if it doesn't work out, or if you get sick of him, or if he ends up annoying you. he calls you around 6:30 am to check for the one millionth time if you're sure. you're genuinely endeared by him (it's rare to see him lose his shit) so you just smile while comforting him and assure him that you'll want this as long as he does.

the boys and bff mandy have all offered to help out, but matty is the first one to show up at your place to drop off a few things before the bigger move. when you open the door, he's greeted with a big hug and dozens of kisses that instantly melt his heart because you're so excited the day is finally here. he's honestly overwhelmed by all the emotions swirling inside him. and it's not helped when you lead him to what used to be your office and studio, which is now completely empty. he's obviously confused and he tries so hard to lose it as you explain that you moved your stuff to a smaller room so he could have a space to truly call his own. he nearly drops the box he's carrying, scoops you up, and whispers a flurry of "i love you so fucking much, darling," "are you sure?" and "you don't have to do this."

with everyone helping, it doesn't take long for them to get everything to your place, meaning you're done in just a few hours and have the rest of the day to get matty settled in. you've definitely noticed that matty is quieter than usual, and he reassures you that he's okay. that he's just always thought of this day when you would actually live together, and now that it's here, it feels like a dream.

you spend much of the day organizing what turns out to be matty's new music space, quietly working while records play in the background. once you decide you're done, you suggest showering together because, you know, a move is sweaty, lol, and you do, spending a lot of time holding each other and making out. when you finish, it's sweet and domestic, getting dressed side by side. a routine you've done plenty of times before, but now it's different because it can happen every day if you want it. matty can't help but smirk as you immediately rummage through his clothes to find one of his favourite shirts for you to wear. just seeing you in his shirt and panties, so damn comfortable with him, is the definition of perfection.

you order dinner and share some wine while cuddling on the couch with sweet kev, occasionally stealing glances at each other like you can’t believe this is really happening. and again, when you do something super domestic such as washing the dishes together, it tugs at matty's heartstrings and he's now beyond overjoyed, feeling almost scared at how fucking happy and at home he feels.

when you finally end up in bed, it doesn't take long for you two to start making out again, but it's different than most times. it's very slow and gentle compared to your usual eagerness to devour each other from the first second. he's on top of you, arms on either side of your head while your fingers are tangled in each other's. you're secretly over the moon as you fucking love it when he's very careful with you so you're savouring every single second of his gentle kisses on your lips, every now and then biting and pulling at his bottom lip to make him laugh (and moan). matty's head is spinning at how good it feels to grind himself against you, really enjoying every single time your hips meet. he's so lost in the intimacy that he barely registers when you ask if you can have sex, and who is he to deny you? with one last peck on your nose, he gets up to undress and you're about to do the same, but he reaches over to stop you. "please keep on the shirt." so you drop your arms and only take off your underwear, very enamoured at the fact that he loves it when you wear his clothes.

matty ends up under the bedding and on top of you again, letting you jerk him off a bit before you guide him inside you. he's so fucking gentle that you feel every single inch of him fill you up, and when he bottoms out, he just stays there for a moment while kissing you again, because honestly, he doesn't know how long he'll last once he starts moving his hips. but he eventually does, going so slowly as he nestles his face in the crook of your neck, both of you holding each other so tight as he moves inside you. he keeps moaning against your ear, making the prettiest sounds, but you immediately notice when his voice starts to quiver so you quietly ask him to stop. you cup his face so you can look at him, and a knot forms in your throat when you see his glassy eyes and the tears rolling down his cheeks.

your mind starts to race a thousand miles per second, and you guess the worry in your eyes is obvious because he reassures you right away that he's okay. more than okay, in fact. he's just overwhelmed because he's now here in your home. "our home," you correct him, which makes him cry a bit more, and his voice gets shakier as he mentions that he's so fucking happy but doesn't want to mess things up with you ever again because this is all he's ever wanted. you feel some of his tears fall on your face and it reminds you there's only been one other time you've seen matty cry, and it makes you feel so many things at how open he's being with you as you know emotions are not easy for him.

you have to focus so hard not to cry yourself, but you somehow manage. instead, you wipe away the tears from his cheeks, replacing them with small kisses while telling him you love him over and over again. "you know that, right?" he slowly nods, shutting his eyes tight as he tries his best not to cry on you again. you feel his breath start to slow and his shoulders relax before he kisses you, telling you he loves you too. more than anything.

after a few more minutes of kissing, you can't help but giggle at how distraught he is as he apologizes for crying while he's still inside you. "kinda romantic and sexy," you tease, and he rolls his eyes so hard at that before mumbling "if you say so" against your lips. he makes sure to ask if he can start moving again, and you eagerly respond by grabbing his ass and guiding him back into you. it's still all so sweet and tender, yet it feels so fucking good because of how deep he is inside you. he also asks if he can cum inside you, but only does so after you've finished, too, always wanting to make sure his girl is taken care of.

it ends up with both of you being super sweaty and in need of another shower, where you finally ask if he can fuck you hard, which he obviously does, and now you're the one crying. not from sadness or nerves, but because of how good he's railing you against the bathroom tile <3

#belle thank youuuuuuu <33333 #apparently i don't know what a blurb is because these things always end up much longer than expected lol #postmatty au #messages #prompt asks #postmatty asks

24 notes · View notes

lavender--fairy · 3 days ago

Note

Hello Fairy, it‘s so good to hear from you again! I can‘t explain how grateful I am to know about the law of assumption. You and many others have helped me understand it and I‘m so happy to be one of those who know that I AM is the truth and there is no other that has control over my world.

Which makes it a little overwhelming sometime… I know about everything (LOA-wise), but even when applying (Living in imagination, focusing on my state, identifying with my inner self etc..) I question if I‘m doing it right.

But I quickly realize that a person who has what he wants would NEVER question it like I do. He just knows because he‘s living as THAT version of himself that has everything. And then it goes on: I become aware that I‘m not in the state anymore and I get frustrated. Then I remember a very meaningful quote: ”be angry, sin not". And I‘m restarting all over again. I push myself gently in my desired state or I think I‘m doing it but deep down I still think about the fact, that 2 secons ago, I was not in my desired state.

I still think about the the past years of failure regarding LOA. And then I remember that I‘m not this body, this human. I AM. I shouldn‘t have to suffer. I shouldn‘t have to crave. I‘m telling myself that I‘m having it in my imagination, but right after that I‘m asking myself "well what the heck is even that? Where does is start, where does it end. If Imagination creates reality, why everytime I fulfill myself in imagination, I get sad emotions as if I‘m imagining another person living my dream life?"

I kid you not, I get jealous of my own inner self?? Is that even possible? 😭

I don‘t know if that could be the problem but for the past 5/6 years, I‘m maladaptive daydreaming. I used imagination to escape my 3d because I hated it and know I don‘t really know what 4d/3d actually is. I remeber angels post on twitter saying that she herself used to daydream excessively because that was her escaping from her reality which was preventing her from being in the state of the wish fulfilled (I‘m not sure If I remember it correctly she later deleted it I think)

I‘m so sorry if I confuse you with my rambling but you are so wise and successful I wan‘t to know how you manage to get what you want. You know I don‘t even want to get things in the 3d anymore, that‘s not my point, I just want to end the cycle of starting then failing then starting again just to fail again. I want to stop wanting it in the 3d because if I fulfill my desires in imagination, I wouldn‘t look for it in the 3d. But that‘s not the case with me. I fulfill, get excited and then look around. That‘s how I know I‘m not in the wish fulfilled, because I‘m looking for a response, I‘m looking for validation. I want to see my 4d as the end/validation.

I just want to make my imagination my safe place but what exactly is imagination? Is Imagination the creator or do I have to create in imagination? And why do I feel so shitty when I imagine?

Thank you so much for your time. Thank you for sharing your knowledge with us.

I truly wish you nothing but the BEST Fairy!

Heyy butterbean!

From what I can tell, you have enough knowledge about the law. You know what to do, you even seem to school yourself a bit here and there. You do remind me alot of myself.

Now, here's what we're going to do. And I say we because I am with you throughout it. Let's manifest a rose together. I want you to close your eyes and feel an imaginary rose in your imaginary hand and see it with your imaginary eyes. Touch and feel the softness of the petals with the pad of your thumb, bring it to your nose and take a nice long sniff, touch along the lengths of the stem. And there you go, that's it. Repeat it everyday whenever preferably before bed and tell me when you encounter it in real life. The rules are simple, we're not allowed to complicate it, make it fun, don't go actively looking for it, don't be anxious or stressed just relax. This is just like Neville’s ladder experiment, It helps build faith. Right now, you can chill and know that I am too imagining the rose with you each night, It's like a fun activity. And when you do manifest it, I'll walk you through manifesting the rest of your desires just like this one. I'll have my pinky linked into yours when I say this, it's not supposed to be hectic quiet the contrary, I promise we'll make this work effortlessly just like it's supposed to be.

#ask #motivation #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #neville goddard #master manifestor #loa motivation #loa methods #loa blog

26 notes · View notes

ella8rikii · 3 days ago

Text

I wrote you a note, but I didn’t send it

Synopsis : Jungwon comes home from work to find an poem on the table, that you wrote.

Warnings : teary eyes, kissing, skinship, both of you guys are softy’s, nicknames, (let me know if I missed anything)

This is actually a poem I wrote for school about my dad:( so please do not copy it :)

—

Yang Jungwon walks through the door, tired after a long day at work. “Baby I’m home” his voice rings through the quiet apartment not getting a reply. He looks for you throughout the whole apartment but can’t seem to find you.

He decides to check your location, and he sees that you have gone to the supermarket.

Hes exhausted after a long practice and can’t wait to get to cuddle you and spend time with you. Missing you was an understatement.

He walks into the bedroom for a change of clothes and picks up a grey hoodie and black sweat pants. He changed and looked at the time “5:51” she should be getting home soon he thought.

As he was walking out of the room he saw a note on your vanity. Out of curiosity he went and picked it up. Jungwon looked at the note confused, it was a poem, u didn’t usually write poems but he decided to read it. On the note it read:

“Are you there?”

“I sat in the cold room, I felt you were there. I asked why you left. And answers I looked for.

I looked at the stars in the sky, And hoped you were there. That you could see me and make me feel better, But you’re no longer there.

But you were always here In my mind, in my heart, I will never forget you, even though you are gone.

You kissed me good night, And under the covers I crawled. But that was the last time I saw you. Oh how I wish you were still there.”

Y/n.

Jungwon’s heart stung reading the poem, it had a deep meaning. He felt his eyes tear up, and his cheeks getting red.

“Hey handsome” a voice suddenly says. Jungwon spins around quickly and sees you. You notice the tears in his eyes immediately. “Oh no, Wonie did you have s hard day at work?” Your voice was like an angel.

Jungwon was silent, looked down then held up the note. “Did you write this?” He asks voice cracking slightly. “Where did you get that?” Your voice was stern but soft. “It was on the desk, I saw it and read it. It’s beautiful, I didn’t know you were such a good writer” he truly means what he’s saying.

You pull him into a hug, you arms wrapping around his neck while his hands hold your waist tight, like he was afraid you’d let go, disappear. “Thank you, that means a lot” you say softly placing a tender kiss on his neck.

“My baby should be a writer” he says jokingly but also serious at the same time. You giggle at his comment “I am very happy with the work I do at the moment but thanks” you laugh.

He pulls away and leans in, lips inches away from yours, “I won’t kiss you unless you allow me to brag about this to everyone” his eyes are locked in with yours “you would have anyways” you chuckle. “True” is all he says before kissing you.

—

Here it is, kinda short~~ I’ve been on the worst writers block.. Let me know if you guys have any requests or ideass!!

#enhypen #tumblr fyp #yang jungwon #jungwon #enhypen jungwon #lee heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #enhypen ni ki #nishimura riki #ella8rikii #enha imagines #enha x reader

30 notes · View notes

shanblackrx · 20 hours ago

Text

Ok, first of all, I have just rewatched the special episode and although I already knew how it'd end, the moment the credits went up I literally buried my face in my hands and SOBBED. It's not that hard to make me cry with media, but I usually just tear up and nothing more. The last time I remember sobbing like this was with the end of Chimera Ants arc of Hunter x Hunter manga, which is a completely different type of story and media whatsoever, back in 2012. And I didn't know the end. Spectacular manga btw go read it

That said, I'm freshly out of it so here's a few of my considerations, personal opinions and also my theory. I'm not diving into the analysis of the episode itself for now, as I like to make these for more specific things I find in the work so they deserve a separate post for each, though I will be analyzing the post-credits scene because we don't have answers so we need to speculate.

Looooong text with almost no pictures ahead, just my yapping:

I expected the special episode to be really just Jack and Joke's cute little established relationship, which we did get to see (they're so disgustingly sappy, oh my god. I love them) for a good chunk of the episode. But we all also expected the wedding which, technically, did happen, just not how we wanted.

I think a lot of us just wanted only the happy part of it, maybe just a small conflict that would resolve within the story, which is what special episodes usually offer, especially because the original series wraps up perfectly and doesn't really give that much room for a continuation. And I think that because a lot of people expected this, they were utterly disappointed with it, even mad (that and also killing off one of the leads, like. Yeah I get it lol).

And I understand. Jack & Joker is perfectly balanced, with a nice and perfect ending. If I could choose, I wouldn't want a continuation either - you know, the chances of ruining a perfectly good show increases if you extend it for more than it should, and J&J is already perfect the way it is.

But I was offered the special episode, and now I have to work with it.

The first time I watched it I thought it was a bit rushed and confusing, albeit very intense (in a positive way). In my much calmer (as one can be), much less stressed out and anxious mood of my rewatch, I could feel it better. And I think it's way more seamless than I thought at first. Curiously, I also had the same feeling with the og series; it got so, so much better once I've rewatched it, and it kept getting better with all the small details I caught in every new watch.

It still has all the essence of J&J. The absurd comedy, the action, the romance, the heavy angst, the visuals, the lack of canon tattooaran even if it's heavily hinted. So all in all it was still a complete J&J experience.

I really do like the fact Save is not a perfect boss - he's basically just a math kid. He's not prepared to take care of a whole neighborhood like he did with bank accounts. Variables - people - were not in the system of his little bank computer. Taking care of a whole community is no easy task, especially since he is no mafia, he doesn't have the kind of experience and intimidation to keep bad apples in check. And even so, he still worked his hardest; and even so, it's still not enough.

So having criminals that were under Alice's thumb but now scattered like cockroaches searching for another ditch make having control over these fires they set even harder. I think it's a nice and coherent touch, and stuff happening because of it makes sense.

Also, although the uwu language JackJoke used throughout the moments they were out and about making everyone unwilling witnesses of their disgusting love was extremely funny and cute, it was really nice to see their heartfelt conversation when they were alone in Jack's room. It felt much more like they were baring their hearts for the other to hold, a genuine moment of intimacy, especially since they were making their wedding invites individually and by hand. It bore such a huge significance to their relationship I really can't begin to tell you how much I loved this scene. (they're also wearing shirts of complementary colors 😭💚)

I wasn't really expecting Carbon to make a comeback. But his explanation on why makes sense, and once again it hints that money and power walk together. It also gives him a more definite end (dying, finally. bitch) to take him out the picture for good since he could just eventually walk out the prison and go after them once again.

The casino mission was SUCH a delightful surprise to me! It's such a heavy wave to the pilot episode and it was really thrilling. Joke playing and cheating on poker was one of the sexiest things he could've ever done in his life lmao also even when he's cheating he manages to be gay af with his little ace and jack cards.

Admittedly, I was a bit underwhelmed with the fighting scenes. A lot of them were subpar compared to the ones in the og show, it not only lacked intensity but it was also awkward to see people in the background waiting to join the fight instead of throwing themselves into it, much like Jack's rampaging into Boss' office, which is one of my absolute favorite scenes in the og show, that's what I was expecting of them. However it was super nice to see the other piggies fighting with what they had, showing they were better prepared. Aran here takes the cake for me.

After that it was downhill. Joke not letting other people decide his destiny is one of the most Joke things in the entire show. With all that was happening it was rather predictable, but then again J&J does its thing and takes the predictability for a twist. "กูรักมึงที่รัก" ???? Using tirak in this situation when every other situation it was used was extremely, sickeningly sweet? Devastating. These words in that tone will be branded on my brain forever.

The whole thing with Jack going through the stages of grief and the ghost wedding destroyed me, even more so in my rewatch. Once again I'm here EATING UP Yin's crying scenes (one of my most favorite scenes in any BL ever is Vee crying under the rain at the bridge). I know everyone talks about War's acting when it comes to crying and obviously he always nails it, but I still think Yin should have more recognition in these kind of scenes too, because he always manage to make it so heartbreaking, and it wasn't different here.

The swings scene with him hallucinating Joke to be able to accept his presumed death was one of the most beautiful, most heartbreaking 'endings' I've seen in a Thai BL.

HOWEVER. I absolutely refused to believe they'd actually end in that note. It could be as devastatingly beautiful as it gets but I genuinely thought if they ended it like that it'd be SUCH a huge stab in the back of fans. Jack and Joke barely managed to live a happy life to then be yanked from it. It really didn't feel fair, that they gave us such a perfect little ending in the og show to then just say 'how about no?'. I was honestly in shock and denial. I was really thinking like 'I really, genuinely don't think they'd do this. I will only believe it ends like this when the episode reaches the end and stops playing by itself.'

And I'm glad I thought like that because they really didn't let me down. Some Marvel level of post-credits scene this is. The relief to see Joke isn't actually dead. The enormous cliffhanger.

I still am of the opinion that J&J didn't need a continuation, but now that it's out there, I just hope it's as good as the og show. And that maybe we don't have to wait for another 2 years, although I will gladly do so if that means they will deliver another sublime experience.

But I also hope it ends with that and they manage to move on to other, new things, because they've already proven they can do anything they want and it will be good. I really, really want them to take over the Thai BL world as a power couple with their independent productions, because they showed everyone they can.

Now, to the post-credits scene. Here goes my theory:

Reading all theories and also frying my brain to come up with what will they do with that cliffhanger, I thought of something that might make sense. This, however, would only work (well) in a full 10-12 eps season rather than another special episode or movie.

First of all, I think it's a new character (and that's why I think this will only work with a full season, because introducing a new character just for a short episode will give no substance to it). It's no one we know and I tell you why I think that: Joke had someone specific in mind. I don't think he's talking about Carbon here. Especially because everyone in the conversation knows Carbon very personally, he could just say his name.

So having this in mind, he might've been referring to this new character. So the fact this person is the one... 'housing' Joke, and who tended to his wounds, and also for his shock, this person might be either an old cellmate or someone else that's been incarcerated and Joke knows about or personally. Maybe a rival thief. So he's talking about this person here.

Also, VERY important missing information in the subs: Joke says "someone like me" in the sense of 'has the same abilities/did/does the same things'. This is crucial information that is in several other subs but not in the English one. Because the English subs on this ep are dogshit, lbr.

So I think one option that could happen:

This person wants Joke to either work for or with them. After all, you can't just wipe an alias like "legendary thief" in a year. Whatever it is that they want him for, it might be convenient for them that Joke's deemed dead, or they actually needed Joke to "die" for it to work. They might be in cahoots with someone we already know, or they might be acting alone.

This can be a double-edged sword because the person can be good, neutral or evil and we might not know until the very last minute.

Now one thing that caught my attention: The black shirt in the background.

Absolutely nothing when it's about clothes is Just There in J&J. There's always a lot of subtle storytelling in their clothes, especially when it comes to black and white. And specifically a black shirt hanging in so openly there and no other piece of clothing while Joke is wearing white? This is deliberate.

Do you remember Jack's red ticket? When the joker turns black to white, etc? This might be the opposite of that. This might mean starting from square one, undoing everything up to that point, or it might also mean Joke's darkening arc. Joke's wearing white, so washing this away to taint it black. It might also mean someone who's opposite of him if the shirt is referring to this new character, but I'm not too sold on this idea since black is mainly Jack's motif, especially in relation to Joke. Also, maybe this is the 'enemies' Nang was talking about.

And maybe because Joke has no choice but to do what he's told, whether if it's under threat or because maybe Jack would be in danger if he doesn't because that's their thing, or both, probably both, he can't show up to Jack or any of the piggies, and that is the main conflict of the season.

This can tie with the whole 'moving on' thing about Jack that everyone is terrified of. I don't think that even if it might seem so to add to the tension, Jack will ever actually move on; not FROM Joke at least. He can move on from the pain, make peace with the idea he's not coming back, but not from what he feels for Joke. If Joke appeared in front of him be it tomorrow or in 10 years, he'd probably just resume their lives together (after coming back from the shock of seeing him alive which can take some time). He himself said Joke is the one he loves the most. And some people change you so viscerally and completely that they'll always mean the same to you, forever, which is definitely the case for both.

Maybe if we're going through this route because J&J's classic angst and pain, Joke's gonna watch him from afar going on with his life, then that lack of self-worth he has that I'm pretty sure doesn't just vanish in such a short time even if he's found love and some healing, might keep him from approaching Jack even if he wants to and can do so; he wouldn't want to ruin whatever Jack has built without him so far.

If that's the case, if this really happened, I'd want Jack to find out and tackle Joke on the ground when he's being watched just like their first encounter after the 5 years. It'd be one of the most poetic cinema cycle closing one could pull off with this possible new season. But that's just my wishful thinking.

It can also be something completely different and I'm all for it as long as it retains J&J vibe, quality and unpredictable turns.

And also many more YinWar kissies, there's never enough of those.

30 notes · View notes