#I love him because he’s pathetic but he cares so much

[classyrbf]

thinking about jerking off nerd!gojo with your tits in his dorm room. You couldn’t care less for the loser, forced to have him as a tutor because you were failing your chem classes and needed an easy way out of your parents bitching at you. Quite literally you’ve gotten tired of hearing him talk and talk about stupid elements, formulas and equations because you’d rather much see the look on his face when he’s about to cum and hear how he sounds when he’s begging.

So that’s how you ended up on your knees in front of him, shirt unbuttoned and your tits covered in his pre cum, his thick and veiny cock pulsing between the two mounds of flesh as you move it up and down his sensitive shaft. His breath hitches, cheeks flushed a bright red, hands shaking as he struggling to push his glasses back up only for them to slide back down. “F-fuck,” he so sweetly whimpers, licking his dry lips. He loves the way you’re looking up at him, like you’re staring into his soul while simultaneously taking it. His heart pounds against his chest, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin hugging his aching cock, your warm tits only giving him an idea of what your pussy might feel like.

“Nngh, oh f-fuck…we’re…supposed to be…studying,” he managers to croak out through his pathetic moans and whimpers. His sucks in a breath, eyes rolling back when you go even faster, the sound of wet flesh smacking against each other makes the perverted part of his brain go into overdrive. He’s so fucking close.

“Awe, but don’t you wanna cum, Toru?” You teasingly ask, watching the way his throbbing red tip leaks another bead of precum only adding to the lubrication. The nickname alone drives Gojo crazy. He fists the sheets below him, jaw slack, a dazed look in his eyes. “We’ll make a deal, yeah? I’ll let you cum and do this as many times as you want as long as you do my chem work for me.” You smile, holding your tits tighter. “Deal?”

“Ok, ok, ok.” He ferociously nodded, biting down on his bottom lip. “I wanna cum so badly, please.” He let out a ragged breath, falling back on the bed as his body began twitching, hips jolting upward to create more friction. Just in mere seconds, ropes of sticky, hot cum shot up, landing on your tits. “Shit, shit! Ah, ah, nngh!” Gojo’s eyes rolled back. This feels like the most he’s ever came in his life. His legs began to shake the longer his orgasm lasts, groans and whimpers escaping his throat, filling the small room. His raspy breaths fall short, finally coming down from his high. He can barely even think straight now.

“God, you made such a mess!” You huff, looking down at your coated tits.

“Oh, uh—I’m sorry!” Gojo quickly sits up, panicking as he searches around for something to help you clean up. He swiftly hands you one of his shirts, handing it to you. You snatch it from his hands, wiping up every last drop of cum before tossing his shirt to the side. “Are you…um—”

“I gotta go.” You stand up, buttoning your shirt. “Thanks for agreeing to the deal.” You lean over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Gojo watches as you leave his dorm room without a care in the world, acting like you didn’t just milk him dry with your tits. At least he has something to look forward to every few days now.

[aeliem]

I have like 15 different versions of their relationships in my head (especially killer & nightmare) (help)

also bonus thing

unhinged rambles under the cut

i added underfell sans cuz i associate him with the bad sanses for some reason (more than error anyway)

i think Red doesn't really belong here (in my head he is definitively part of this group, just compared to the others he hasn't done anything nearly as horrible as them) so he'd be very stressed out all the time about fitting in/not being thrown away i think in the beginning this would translate by him getting close to whoever is the most powerful, so at first Dust (because i hc he has the highest LV of all of them), then he'd see how fucking pathetic dust is and start seeing him less as an authority figure and more like a person (then feelings would blossom from their shared pathetic-ness etc etc) he'd turn to Nightmare next (cuz he is the leader of the group after all), and nightmare would try to help him not be anxious all the time but red's so terrified of being a burden he doesn't wanna ask for help, so nightmare has to slowly convince him he's worth something, and by the time red gets better BAM he's caught feeling i think Killer would just fuck with him a lot, then red would match his energy and they'd become best friends with benefits (maybe something romantic there but they would never admit it) (just bros being dudes) (they would be absolutely insufferable together) (imagine killer's chaotic energy but squared)

Killer and Nightmare's relationship(s) (yayy!)

so i have. at lot. and i mean a LOT of different versions of what their relationship could be in my head, some more toxic than others.

basically i think killer would gravitate towards nightmare, both because he's the one who got him out of his timeline, but also because he just got out of an extremely toxic friendship with the human and probably thinks it's gonna be the exact same. so no matter what nightmare's intentions are, killer is going to cling to him in a not so healthy way and treat him like the only thing that matters in the world

if nightmare's good: he tries with all his might to get killer to stop treating him like a god and start taking care of himself. nightmare gets very confused and frustrated when killer starts torturing and murdering people for him even when he isn't ordered to. also whenever nightmare gets exasperated, killer immediately backs down and shuts himself up, so nightmare would try as much as he can to not show signs of anger (or if he does, to convince killer that he's not going to hurt him). i think this would culminate in both of them having a long chat about chara and killer wanting to move on from them, and killer completely giving himself away to nightmare so they can work on this together, and so nightmare can force killer into getting better (im thinking something like TPE), until killer slowly starts rebuilding himself back up and manages to be his own person again

if nightmare sucks (cw for abuse): he will use killer's past to his own advantage, im thinking sometimes acting like chara on purpose (or even shape-shifting into them) to get him to do things, being extremely affectionate and giving killer the validation he craves, until he doesn't get what he wants and then starts threatening killer and accusing him of being a piece of shit, and generally holding what he did while with chara over his head. maybe nightmare genuinely loves killer in some way, and killer sees it as a sign of good will, like if he loves me it means he's doing this for my own good (he's not).

Dust i headcanon is a complete asshole (in several different ways but we'll get there). he thinks he's so much better than everyone else, and that he's a good murderer who killed for good reasons, while the others are horrible little freaks who like causing pain for its own sake.

first scenario i have is if Nightmare is an asshole to the others (doesn't have to be explicitly aggressive, just generally acts like he's better than them). dust would see this as a direct confirmation of his previous theory (everyone else is an asshole), and just try to piss nightmare off as much as possible. then he gets very surprised when either the rest of the gang joins in on the annoy nightmare competition, or nightmare vents out the newly created frustration not only on dust, but also on the other people in the group. this is basically dust gaining class awareness. he's in this shitty situation with the others, and they hate it at least as much as he does. they are not privileged, they aren't enjoying any of this. they probably also think everyone else here is a murderous asshole, which is why no one is actually talking to each other. this is when he starts actually trying to communicate with them. he probably sees they're much more similar to him than he first thought, even if they all went through different events, and he tries really hard to find common ground (at first with the intent to fight nightmare, but afterwards just because he genuinely likes them).

Killer is the hardest to get along with because he's very confrontational and the closest to dust's assumption about him, but after some time he really comes to like his spontaneity and the time they spend together. they both get very attached but never really admit it, until there's like one moment where they each see the other is a gay little shit who's in love with another version of himself (the derision helps them be vulnerable). so they finally become a couple but have a very irony poisoned way of talking about it.

Horror is more of a tricky case, it depends on a lot of things, but if nightmare doesn't try to help him (or makes things worse for him), he's probably very fucked up from the time he spent back home. this becomes immediately visible to dust once they actually start talking, and horror latches on to him as the only person that still has morals/is still trying to make things better for everyone. i think it would feed a lot into dust's savior complex, and while it doesn't allow him to have a genuinely close relationship with horror, this still makes dust the one person horror can rely on, and the one person helping him recover. i think it's only once horror gets more stable (and isn't as reliant on dust) that they can actually start to form a relationship (and horror turns out to be a smartass like killer, but less chaotic and more logical which dust is very much a fan of) then they all beat the shit out of nightmare for being an asshole (the end)

if Nightmare isn't an asshole, dust has a really hard time reconciling nightmare's actions towards him and the gang with his own worldview, so he tries to interact with nightmare as little as possible to not challenge it. he even tries to leave at one point, but going back somewhere with people he murdered over and over while they did nothing to deserve it doesn't feel very good, and he eventually chooses to stay so he can have horrible people around him to convince himself he's not that bad. i think it would be a slow process of dust seeing Nightmare genuinely try to help him despite his own problems, and killer & nightmare being in a healthy, non-murderous relationship. he would fall for nightmare first, but would mostly manifest it through his jealousy towards killer. Nightmare would see this and, thinking dust is self aware enough to understand his own feelings, talk with killer about dust, with killer eventually telling nightmare if he wants to get in bed with the guy who hates him, whatever, just don't start acting clueless when shit hits the fan. then nightmare gets a lot closer to dust seemingly out of nowhere, adding to his confusion, before they both finally talk about what they want and officially get together, with killer like "this went a lot better than i expected" with Killer, i think it's more of a "nightmare isn't here and i need anyone to rant about my problems to" type of situation, where once dust gets used to not being asocial, the days nightmare goes out for long periods of time become unbearable. at first they would kinda bond over their shared love of nightmare, but over time they would start actually getting interested in each other, with still a lot of animosity but also mutual interest and respect. (pretty much a classic enemies to lovers this one ngl)

Horror is... horror is weird for me? like i dont really know where to put him. i think i just have fanon horror and canon horror bouncing around in my head and they're just so contradictory idk what to think of him. i have 2 big stories with him, but in short:

either he's just.. not interested in romance at all (whether due to being aromantic or something else). maybe he does have some sort of deeper bond with Nightmare due to him being able to read his emotions, but generally he's just a friend to the others. i think he'd be pretty distant to the rest of the gang as being the only one without a high LV, so he doesn't really want to get to know them that much. this mostly happens if he still has his brother with him, or if he's moved on from his death by the time he joins nightmare's team (or is convinced his brother is gonna be completely fine back at home)

or: if he gets forcefully brought out of his timeline by nightmare, he's completely lost and starving and traumatized six ways from sunday, and at first he's completely unable to take care of himself now that his brother's gone. i think Dust would try to help him (because nightmare's certainly not going to), and horror would just latch on to him like a mussel to its rock. after he's recovered, they would stay close and would slowly fall in love, even if neither of them really want to put it into words. it's around that time he would get to actually know Killer (and how dust feels about him), then jealousy then the same affection dust has for him (mtt poly hell yeah!!!) idk how i would actually define horror's relationship with them (i would maybe say queerplatonic but again idk), just that they're extremely close with each other (again this is partially due to nightmare being an ass, this is why i'm hesitant to mark this as purely romantic when it feels both circumstantial and like they're more than boyfriends)

Cross is also weird, i don't think about him a lot but i think he's as cold-headed as dust and as diligent/efficient as killer, so i see him relating to these two the most. it's more that i see a lot of kross/criller on my dash and i really like their dynamic (especially Killer fucking with cross) also i love the idea of a cross who's trained as a soldier and a Nightmare who already has a gang of strong sanses defending him and doesn't need anyone else, but still lets cross in because he thinks he's cute. i imagine nightmare would still give him orders from time to time to make him feel useful, but it would quickly turn into a kink thing on cross's part, then nightmare would probably make it an official/explicit thing between the two of them. for the others (Dust & Red) i don't really have a specific idea in mind, i just really like dust&red as a duo and i think there's potential for very interesting dynamics with the three of them (also Cross Dust & Error, not romantic but like, platonically, is this anything??)

personally i dont think Error would be with anyone (except Ink but even then its not 'just' love, its more a cycle of truces and betrayals, and "you're the only person in the world who could understand me so i'll stay by your side as long as possible even if i know this won't last" kinda vibe) i think error's waayy too in his own head to notice the people around him, and i think if he were to live with nightmare and the others, he's just do his own thing in his corner and not really participate, he'd only stay with them as insurance so ink can't attack him (also he gets to piss him off by altering timelines but technically he doesn't destroy anything so ink still can't break their truce) the only exception to that would be Dust (most likely in the timelines/versions where dust hates nightmare and doesn't confide in him), where they both share this sense of being better than everyone else and being tasked with a purpose no one can do but them (for error it's cleaning out the multiverse, for dust it was killing the human and he's still somewhat attached to that), but i don't think they'd be romantic with each other, just friends (though maybe error would get more attached to him since he's so lonely, but even then this would be one-sided)

It’s time…

Be sure to be respectful and have fun! 🤗🤗🤗

My own insanity/filled out ones under the cut

HUGE HUGE HUGE FAN OF A LOT OF THE SHIPS INVOLVING THESE SCRIMBLOS!! Unfortunately, I haven’t seen too much Error around, so I don’t have too many ships with him haha (although I wanted to include him because sometimes, people consider him part of the bad sanses! Same with Cross for obvious reasons).

The second picture is essentially me showing the different mini polys I really like (the color is only to help differentiate them haha) (I didn’t wanna use the mini poly color from the first picture because it would’ve gotten way too cluttered lolol).

It should be seen/unspoken the fact that I already adore them all as one big poly (with or without error haha). They rattle in my brain so much and I love them dearly

[st7rnioioss]

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˚𝜗𝜚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... smut, oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation and a lot of it, crying, unprotected sex (don’t!!), p in v, fluff, kissing, swearing, dirty talk, kinda breeding kink?, chris being da munch

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ your wrists were writhing and aching above your head, the tie chris had on earlier tightly laced around your hands to keep them together. with your eyes screwed shut and lips parted, angelic noises slipped from your lips every time chris’s nose brushed against your clit. your thighs were bruised and red, the kisses he had left to soothe the burn of his beard now turning into deep marks that’d for sure turn purple later on.

by now your thighs and pussy was aching from the overstimulation he was currently having you go through. chris had your legs heisted onto his shoulders, his hands occasionally grabbing the lush skin of your ass, or keeping your legs from closing around his head. chris was eating you out like there was no tomorrow, and at this point it didn’t seem like he was gonna stop, but not that you cared. “y’taste so good.. could stay here all day.”

“ch-chris.. too much-“ you moaned, attempting to push the aching aside and focus on the pleasure he was providing you, which you succeeded in doing. “no it’s not.. come on doll, you can take a little more. i barely even started,” yeah right he barely just started. you’d already came two times, and you were sure you couldn’t hold out much longer.

chris had started off by loosening his tie, but when you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling and grabbing him by his hair, he knew he had to do something about it. his black button-down was now halfway unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up his forearms, and tie prettily but tightly tangling your wrists together.

“you’re so addictive.. holy shit,” chris’s tongue and lips worked absolutely wonders on your slick pussy, delving his muscle even deeper inside you with every passing second, though it seemed impossible. his sharp nose brushed and rubbed perfectly against your swollen bud here and there, making your legs quiver around the brunettes head.

chris wanted to make you cry—just as much as he loved hearing and seeing his pretty girl cry of laughter because of some lame joke, he loved listening and seeing his doll cry from pleasure. and that was the goal of tonight.

and to his luck, hot tears were staring to well in your waterline, but you managed to blink them away and forget about the overstimulation when his lips and tongue started sucking on your clit.

“f-fuck chris!” you cried out, your thighs instinctively closing around his head, but it only made him groan louder against your spent pussy, the vibrations coiling up your body. “shut up,” he mewled into your skin, pushing your thighs further up your body to access more of your sloppy pussy, messily switching between sucking on your clit, and digging his tongue into your wet walls. your moans were like praise and music to his ears, urging him to keep going.

your back was arched, letting the sweet whimpers being pulled from your lips one after another. it didn’t take more than a few minutes for you to nearly scream his name, your sweet release coating his tongue once more while squeezing his head with your legs when he went back to work on your folds. but he didn’t seem to care at all, the only goal here being brining you to the brink of ecstasy and bliss—he just pushed your legs away from him, his grip like iron when his hands came to cup the underside of your knees, before his strong arms wrapped around them.

“baby i can’t,” you whimpered pathetically, your tone turning weak and exhausted, faulty writhing your wrists and hands together because of the tight knot. “yes you can.. i know you can.”

a trail of tears had slipped from the corners of your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips between moans—but chris knew better than to stop. those tears weren’t from actual pain or discomfort, they were from pleasure. you kept on grinding your hips, dumbly searching for his nose to bump into your clit, moaning, and arching your back, and all this was sign enough for chris that you didn’t want it to end. so he continued.

the waterworks kept on coming with every swipe of his tongue that lapped from your seeping hole to your clit, the uncomfortable squeeze of his tie making your tears fall even more frequently. your cheeks were wet and pink, your chest heaving up and down at a rough pace. the sobs you let out caused chris to groan, his hips bucking into the mattress beneath him in attempt to ease his raging boner just a little.

it didn’t take long before another strike of pleasure crashed over your body, a loud cry of his name ripping from your throat. “oh god- christopher don’t stop,” he continued to swipe his tongue over your fluttering walls, tasting your release for the third time, before he flattened his tongue against your sensitive bud. “you okay?” his voice was strained and hoarse almost, quickly letting his lips and tongue slip from your wet cunt to look up at you. the absence of his mouth on you made you whine with a cry, but you managed to look back at him.

his lips and chin were glistening, coated in his own spit and your slick release before he licked his swollen and pink lips clean. “y-yes.” you managed to whimper between sniffles, your toes curling and back arching when he went back to your spent pussy. “wanna feel you cum around my cock so bad,” he mumbled, licking a stripe up your folds, before he gently pressed kisses to your clit, a weak whimper emitted from your lips. suddenly, he withdrew his mouth from you once more, letting go of your knees to hover over you, his hands caressing the sides of your thighs.

“you’re gonna give me one more. i know you can do it angel,” he murmured, pressing wet but soft kisses to your cheek while his hands spread your knees apart. a gasp left your lips, your hands still awkwardly rutting together above your head, but chris didn’t care about them. not right now at least. “o-okay..” you faintly whispered with a turmoil of excitement growing, watching as his fingers slipped from your legs to reach for the button of his dress pants. they were hastily discarded along with his boxers followed by a groan, his fingers now working on the buttons of his shirt.

chris was quickly just as naked as you, his body hovering over yours. your legs were propped up around his waist, your pussy almost eager to take him. “don’t cry doll,” he murmured with a soft smile, looking down at your stained and glistening cheeks. his hands went to cup them, his thumbs wiping the warm tears off your skin. “s’okay..” he slowly retracted his hands from your face, bringing one hand to wrap around your wrists, the other going to line up his sticky tip with your pussy.

“oh my god chris,” you yelped when he carefully thrusted his cock inside of you, one inch after the other—you could practically feel every ridge, every vein of his erection. you looked up at him, your eyes round and glossy before they fluttered shut. chris couldn’t help but let out a string of loud groans, his free hand going to rest on your hip to steady himself a little.

“gosh, you feel so fuckin’ good.. y’look so pretty too,” he murmured huskily, his eyes stuck to your face. when you gave him a small nod, he bottomed out, giving you a minute to adjust to his stretch. “i-it’s okay.. please move,” you whined after a moment, desperately trying to reach out and touch his hair, but to no avail—his fingers around your wrists made it hard to move them at all.

chris kept a slow pace when he started moving, the air in your room turning hot and thick. whimpers and groans, along with the sound of flesh smacking onto flesh, and lewd squelching filling out the silence between the two of you. “s-so good-” you mumbled while your head tipped back, eyes still pinched shut and legs wrapped around chris’s waist while he continued to plow his length into you.

he chuckled between pants, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips, the other hand tightening its grip on your wrists to hold you down. “you take me so fucking well..” he groaned, his head dipping down to watch the way your sticky, and soppy walls sucked in his cock, making a whine slip from you every time his tip kissed your cervix, sending you both into a spiral.

the feeling of another orgasm crept up on you, lips parted and agape to let the sinful yet pleasurable moans fall. chris took notice, his hand slipping from your hip to attach his thumb to your clit, the touch feather-light. awkwardly, and trying to chase your high, you attempted to grind your hips in order to make the touch more evident. “p-please christopher, need t’cum so bad..”

chris let out a laugh at your actions, leaning down to press kisses to your neck and cheek, the pace he set on your pussy never faltering. “shh.. calm down. i’ll give it to you babydoll,” his finger pressed harder onto your nub, circling it tightly. another series of whimpers and moans left your lips, your hips meeting his with every jerk.

“christopher please,” you cried, the amount of pleasure you were receiving being overwhelming, allowing hot tears to roll down your cheeks. the sight alone caused chris to groan, letting a whine of your name go past his lips. you were fluttering around his wide stretch drilling into your drooling cunt, the added pleasure making your glassy eyes roll to the back of your skull, face flushed and glistening.

chris’s head was spinning with every heavy breath he let out, the sight of your warm tears coating your pink cheeks, along with your hands writhing under his own making his stomach pool with a certain warmth, feeling your cunt squeeze and clamp around him.

chris’s lips sucked into the side of your neck, adorning your skin with small, red, and wet kisses, his thumb speeding up its pace on your clit while his pace on your spent pussy gradually increased too. “go ahead dollface, it’s okay. cum ‘round my dick..” and as if on cue, your walls spasmed around his length, coating him in the sheen release his tongue was covered in minutes ago. “chris!” a cry of his name was let into the room, echoing with your sobs, and the continuous slapping of skin. eventually your hands stopped writhing, and the restraint of both his tie and hands were completely careless to you.

your sweet noises mixing with the cries you let out only made chris’s pace falter and breath hitch. “p-please cum.. christopher please cum in me.. can’t- can’t take it!” you mindlessly blabbered, opening your wide and teary eyes to look up at him. your words made him dissolve completely into the pleasure of your wet walls enveloping his shaft, looking down at your bleary face as he came. he was completely pushed over the edge, strangled noises and raspy groans of your name slipping past gritted teeth while the hot spurts of cum painted your insides white.

“i fucking love you..” he cooed, his hands loosening their grip on your tied wrists when his movements stilled, nestling his face into your neck. he slipped his hands from your skin to wrap around you, holding you tight. you chuckled, exhausted and spent, legs aching and sore. “i love you more chris,” his heart fluttered, playfully biting into your shoulder to which you squealed, gently pushing him off.

“h-how you did that, i don’t know.. but you’re fucking awesome,” he soothed, quickly taking notice of your furrowed brows and frown. “wh-what, what’s wrong?” you let your hands show, still awkwardly rutting against the tie. “hurts.. you put it too tight.” you pouted, watching chris’s cheeks darken. “oh.. right, sorry. let me just- sorry-“ he laughed nervously, quickly undoing the knot and removing the tie from your wrists completely, leaving pecks to your hands. you absolutely adored how he switched up from being almost controlling, to the more nervous and sweet chris.

one thing lead to another, and chris was wrapped up around you in the sheets, his warm and stronger body engulfing you in his arms. the two of you were close to dozing off, skin to skin as you mumbled tiredly about.. well, anything that came to mind. he’d run a warm shower for the two of you a moment ago, now cuddling you up next to him. “you smell like.. like soap,” you mumbled, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his neck, planting a soft kiss. chris chuckled tiredly, kissing you back on the top of your head. “so do you..”

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[lady-lostmind]

THE RIGHT PERSON

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Love

Rating: T | WC: 555

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

All Steve has ever really wanted is to be loved. Which, wow. Sounds pathetic when he thinks too hard about it. But he doesn’t think it’s too much to ask for. He’ll give as good as he gets, when it comes. He just wants someone to care. He wants to feel like he’s important to someone. 

He thought he’d found it with Nancy. But when he looks back on things now, he knows they were never really right together. He wanted them to be. He wanted her to fit in the gaping hole in his chest and fill it. But she didn’t. And that’s okay. 

And then with Robin he thought– but no. Not like that, at least. She helped, she made the hole smaller. She made him realize there’s different kinds of love. Because he does love her. And he knows she loves him. But it’s still not what he wants. He’s tried to find it. Over and over. He’s gone on dates with girls he knew weren’t for him just in case. But it’s no use. He’s pretty sure he’s just doomed to be alone forever. 

And then he meets Eddie.

Eddie, who listens when he talks and is actually interested. Eddie, who goes out of his way to do nice things for him like grab his favorite drink or snack when he runs into the gas station. Eddie, who makes Steve a mixtape because Steve mentioned liking a few things Eddie has played in the car. Eddie, who lights a cigarette and hands it to Steve before lighting one for himself. 

Eddie. 

Of course it’s Eddie. Because that’s just Steve’s luck. To fall in love with his best friend, again. Someone he has absolutely no shot with, again. To set himself for heartbreak, again. 

Steve groans and flops down face first on Robin’s bed. Robin sets her book down and nudges him with her foot. “What’s wrong with you?”

Steve peeks out at her, half his face still squished into the pillow. “That’s a great question. Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

Robin’s brow scrunches together. “I need more information.”

Steve sighs, shifting around so he can glare up at her. “I always fall for the wrong person. Why?”

Robin’s eyes go wide, a little smirk pulling at her mouth. “Are you finally going to own up to the Munson crush?”

Steve’s jaw drops and he smacks her arm. “How’d you know?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Please. You guys are so obvious.”

Steve scoffs. “I am not– wait.” His brows shoot up. “What do you mean?”

Robin sighs. “You don’t actually think this is one sided do you?”

Steve shrugs. “I mean– yeah.”

Robin chuckles. “You’re both idiots.”

Steve narrows his eyes. “Are you saying I should actually go for it?”

Robin shrugs. “I’m saying Eddie certainly never knows my favorite snacks. He doesn’t make me any mixtapes. He doesn’t stare at me every time I walk into a room. Can you say the same?”

Steve runs over everything in his head again, seeing it for what it so obviously was. 

Steve’s face lights up. “He likes me.” 

Robin rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Yeah, no shit.”

Steve scrambles off her bed. “I gotta go.” He’s already halfway through the door when he hears Robin’s mumbled ‘Dingus’ from behind him.

[bookworrm1999]

How Far Away? Part 4

Caleb x Mc

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication

Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.

AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Gone.

The only word that ran through your mind as you lay in bed staring into space.

He was gone again and you thought the last time was bad. Now you’re here in his bed, his house, but he won’t be coming home.

You weren’t his wife let alone his girlfriend, but he designated you his beneficiary. All of his belongings, his money, but you would give it all just to have him back.

The Hunter’s Association had placed you on bereavement leave but you didn't want to stay in your cold, lonely house. At least here in his home, you could be close to him in some way.

You felt a small flutter in your stomach, placing a hand on it, you pressed back. You were 16 weeks now, the baby had just started moving to the pint that you could feel it just a bit.

It felt like a bubble expanding inside before popping. All that was left of Caleb in this world for you now.

When you had first learned that you were pregnant, it had been a happy surprise. But now it felt like the universe had given you this child knowing what would happen down the line.

You didn’t want a consolation prize, you wanted Caleb.

He deserved to be here. Feeling these first movements, oo and aahing over your burgeoning belly, fattening you up with good food.

Picking out furniture for the nursery, buying tiny baby socks, holding your hand as you groaned over round ligament pain.

You turned onto your back, dead eyes watching dust motes float across the ceiling.

Hunger was a stranger to you this past week. You set up a basket next to the bed full of crackers, dried fruit, protein bars and a bottle of electrolyte water.

You didn’t care much for yourself but this baby, Caleb’s baby deserved the world.

This baby deserved their daddy!

You thumped your fist into the duvet beside you. Tears leaked a bit from the sides of your eyes.

Emotions spilling over, gasping a bit, you had to get this out! Grabbing your phone, you opened your camera.

Caleb would never see these but you had to talk to him somehow.

Even with the camera on, all you could do was sob.

“Caleb…… Caleb….. why did you have to leave me again?”

Saying his name like a prayer, like it would bring him home if you said it enough.

“Losing you once was hard enough but now I know what you feel like. How it feels to be wrapped in you all night. Losing you again is like I’m half a person now.”

Your chest feels wet from all the fallen tears and wiping your face does nothing to staunch the flow.

“The only reason I feel like I’m going on now is because of this little bean.”

Placing your hand on your stomach, you feel a resounding flutter. Which makes you smile pathetically.

“They’re moving now. I can feel them and it’s the only thing that excites me now. I was so scared that I might lose them too actually.”

Your heart clenches at the thought of losing the last piece of Caleb that you have.

“I have your house, your clothes, everything you left behind. I wanted you but I still have this.”

You rub your hand over your stomach, showing your stomach to the camera

“Look,” you sniffle as you know he never will now “I’m finally popping out a bit. A real pregnancy belly.”

Turning the camera, you show off your basket of emergency baby food.

“Don’t come down from heaven, wait, if you can please do that. But don’t worry, I’m still eating as well as I can under the circumstances and drinking water.”

Shakily breathing, you look into the camera as if Caleb is on the other side.

“I miss you. I love you.”

Shutting the camera off, emotionally spent. You curled back up in Caleb’s duvet, it still had a little bit of his scent left behind but that would soon fade.

Just like he did.

Your phone buzzes, a text coming through. Grabbing it to see, you notice the missed calls and texts from Jenna, Tara, Xavier asking about you. You couldn’t deal with them right now.

The new text was a text reminder from your OB about your appointment in a few days. They only want to see you every four weeks at this point.

You had let them know about your circumstances and they let you know what to watch out for in case something did happen.

Well in case, you didn’t want to even think about it, but in case you started losing the baby.

“Please be safe little one.” Brushing over them with a gentle hand, they were all you had left to love in this world.

The morning of your OB appointment, you head back to Linkon to visit Akso Hospital.

It was a quiet but dreary morning. The middle of winter was upon the world so you were bundled up. Your small bump more pronounced under the winter coat.

Waiting in the lobby after checking in, you sit next to another pregnant woman.

She glances at you and smiles a bit before nodding in greeting.

“How far along are you?”

“Oh, I’m 16 weeks but almost 17 weeks.”

“Wow!” She claps her hands, she looks to be much farther along than you.

“So you’ll be going in for your anatomy scan soon. Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?”

“I actually haven’t given it much thought, I just hope they get here safely.”

“That’s my exact feeling! My husband wants a girl though. Does your partner have a preference?”

The question was innocently asked but it made your stomach twist.

“I don’t know if he did. He died before he found out that I was having a baby.”

The silence that followed was heavy. The other woman twists her hands and looks like she badly wants her name to be called next.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump that on you. Not your fault, really.”

You smile a bit and then you hear your name called. Getting up a bit awkwardly, you trundle over to the nurse with the clipboard.

They weigh you before you bringing you into a small examination room. The OB comes in five minutes later, looking cheerful.

“How has your pregnancy been?”

“It’s been good, I started feeling them move a bit recently.”

“That’s great! Hopefully they’ll be cooperative in a few weeks when you come back in for your anatomy scan.”

“Ha, hopefully.” Your heart wasn’t really in this but it was necessary. Caleb would want you to have a good life with your baby.

“Everything good at home?” The OB asks this as she examines your belly while you lie down.

“It’s been rough. I’m worried that I’m going to do something wrong and I’ll lose the baby.”

“Yes I read in your chart about what happened. I’m sorry to hear about that. But, as long as you don’t overdo it and take care of yourself. There’s no reason to worry!”

She pulls her gloves off with a flourish

“After all! Your weight gain is back on track and everything else looks great. We do need you to do a gestational diabetes test but other than that. You are golden!”

This does bring some comfort to you, your efforts weren’t wasted after all.

You sit up and thank her with a small but genuine smile.

“If you need someone to talk to, I have a social worker and therapist you could contact.”

“Maybe.”

“Well I’ll put their information on your after visit paperwork, don’t forget to schedule your anatomy scan and you can come in anytime for your sugar test!”

Your OB leaves the room with a cheerful wave. At least that’s over now, you thought to yourself.

You exit the offices, going back into the lobby where thankfully the lady you had that awkward conversation with was gone.

“Are you here for an appointment?”

Turning around at the voice, it’s Zayne.

“Actually I just finished with my OB, I’m going to head home for the day.”

He reaches out and touches your shoulder, gently as if you’ll break from anything more.

“Why don’t you come get some lunch with me?”

“What you usually eat can’t be considered a proper lunch Zayne.”

“Really? Have your eating habits been exemplary as of late?”

“Well I do have an excuse but for your information, I am eating lots of basic things that I need. I won’t neglect my baby.”

“What about neglecting yourself?”

You look at that. That was a subject that was too difficult to talk about.

Zayne knew about the whole situation with you and Caleb now. You didn’t tell him before when your relationship had been all up in the air but it didn’t seem to matter now.

He sighed before motioning you to follow him.

“Come on, I’ll buy you something to eat.”

Well, you were due to eat anyway. So you followed him to the nearby cafe where you had ran into him before.

A basic sandwich was on the menu for you today.

Sitting down at the table with Zayne was a hint of normalcy that you hadn’t had in a while.

Picking at your sandwich listlessly, you stare out the window at the cloudy sky. All you did nowadays was think, letting your mind roam and thoughts were all you had to keep you company during lonely nights.

“Hey.” You turn your head head to meet Zayne’s eyes over your sad sandwich “Where you are you going off to?”

“My mind goes everywhere now.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.”

He sips his drink, looking at you over the rim.

“You know, I knew Caleb too. We all grew up together. He got on my nerves but I missed him bugging me when I left when we were younger.”

Smiling at the thought of the two of them bantering when you guys were younger.

“Yeah, you guys always fought over my head. I was always stuck in the middle.”

He chuckles a bit before sobering.

“I’m worried about you, I want to help. I-“

Cutting himself off, he takes a deep breath as if preparing for something.

“I could marry you to help out.”

Your jaw drops

“You want to marry me?”

“I want to help you. I care about you and I’m offering this, you don’t have to but I just want you to know that I’m here for you however you need me.”

“Caleb left everything he had to me, I don’t need any money or a place to stay.”

“Just having someone there to rely on or to help with the baby even. Again, you don’t have to, it’s a no pressure offer. Okay?”

You had never heard Zayne talk like this, he must really be worried to express himself this much.

“I- well thank you Zayne, for the offer. But it’s not something I can even think about at this time.”

“I understand, it’s just an open offer.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to you, you deserve a marriage where someone actually loves you. Someone who isn’t coming with the baggage of a dead love and another man’s baby.”

You pack your half a sandwich left, up in the box it came in.

“Thank you for lunch, I’ll head home now.”

Leaving before he can say a word, you head over to the transit center to head back to Skyhaven.

Caleb’s house was now your only true personal haven.

Laying down in your bed after putting the sandwich in the fridge, you let out a loud groan.

Why was everything such a mess?

A small flutter brought a smile to your face.

“At least I still have you little one.”

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[nodoubtily]

ni-ki helping reader with her big boobs insecurity 😫

TW: smut so MDNI, receiving head (f received), fingering, body insecurity, angst, happy ending, body positivity, loving boyfriend.

You’re so upset. Of course it wasn’t working.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, breath shaky, heart beating irregular. You look behind you through the mirror, admiring Niki, your boyfriend, as he adjusts his hair to his liking. He looks so good, so attractive, so expensive. Glancing at your own reflection, you can’t help but tear up.

Niki had picked the dress for you, envisioning the event. It was a sleek red wine, backless dress and he just knew you’d look so pretty.

Except he was wrong. All because of your chest. The chest that had overcame you with so many raw feelings of hatred. Your eyes can’t tear away from the flaw. They stick out, causing the dress a look of discomfort and stretch, and it’s unflattering. You can’t ignore it. The sight you see floods your brain, and it becomes more difficult to keep the tears at bay. You feel so close to breaking.

Every day, this disgusting feeling bubbles in your soul, causing genuine heartache. Without fail, this insecurity ruins every outfit you wear. If only you had smaller tits. All your small chest friends complain about how little their’s are, but you’d give anything to lose the jugs. Tears prickle down your face, stinging, eyes and nose red, mascara smudging with every tear that drops.

You look behind you again, to see Niki sitting peacefully by the foot of the bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he patiently waits. Your chest quivers, your bottom lip pouting unintentionally.

“Baby,” you break the ‘comfortable’ silence. He looks up at you. “You should go without me.” Your pain taints your voice, and you sniffle louder then you’d want. His ears perk, and his eyes flash with worry.

“Hey, what’s wrong.” He gets to you as soon as he sees the smudged mascara, and the way your hands twitch. He comes up right behind you, spinning you to face him, and not the mirror. He drinks in the sight. Your eyes red, flooding with tears, nose snotty and the sadness overflowing everywhere. Your arms cross against your chest, hiding them from view. “What’s going on? Why can’t we go together?”

“I just don’t really…” your voice breaks off, finding a reason to not want to go. You really do, but you also don’t want to subject yourself to a whole night of more sadness. You didn’t want to ruin what is supposed to be a fun atmosphere. “I don’t really feel well.”

“Then I’ll stay and take care of you.” Your eyes widen.

“No!” You say at once, shaking your head. “You haven’t seen all the guys in so long. And I know you were excited to see Jay’s and his Ms’s child. So go, I’ll just stay in bed, resting.”

“What’s going on baby? Why are you lying?” Of course he knew you were lying. He knows so much about you. More then you do about yourself.

Your eyes meet his, and you can’t help but break down. He really looks amazing. The casual suit tailored to his body so well, creating a look of class. You can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever find someone else. Someone else who looks pretty. Who is confident. Who is so beautiful in every aspect. Someone who is definitely not you.

Tears stream down your face like waterfalls, and the only time you move your arms from your chest is when you cage your face, hiding the ugly away from someone who’s just so gorgeous.

“Y/N…” Niki’s heart breaks without you knowing. He hates you seeing so upset. “Why are you cr—“

“Why me, Niki?”

That question caught him off guard. “Wha-?”

“I’m not pretty. I’m not confident. I don’t have the appealing body— like look at my fucking chest. It makes everything I wear so disgusting, and unflattering. You must be embarrassed to be seen out in public with me because I am such a eyesore it’s pathetic. Why me. Why me out of all the pretty girls who gawk at you, ignoring me who’s right there with you. It’s like I’m invisible. I’m not pretty. I’m not funny. I’m just a boring, ugly person who so happens to be dating someone so pretty as you—“

Niki’s lips find yours quickly. His hands gently holding the sides of your face. When he pulls away, his eyes gleam with such sadness. “I don’t like hearing you speak about yourself like that. Baby, you’re so much more than that. You’re so much more than all the other girls who stare. I love you for you. I love you because you’re my girl. My pretty, funny, kind, warm girl.” His words only bring more sorrow. “And your chest…” he sucks through his teeth, groaning. “Baby, I love your chest.” His words fluster you.

“I-“

“I love your tits. When you’re riding me, and they bounce so cutely. When you’re bent over the counter and they’re smushed against it, your sensitive nipples pressed against the coldness of the surface, clenching your pussy because of it. I love your body. But I especially love your tits.”

He turns you around again, and you face the mirror. His words had done something to you, distracting you from the sadness that had overcome you.

His hands danced along your hips, before leading their way to your collarbone, before placing his hands on each of your breasts. He squeezes them, and you twitch. His hands massage and caress, his index and middle fingers rolling your nipples around, adding more sensitivity. You can’t help but whine a little.

“Want more?” Niki asks you, low in your ear. You nod. “Yeah? Want me to show you how much I love you?”

“Yes please.” You reply airily.

“Still a good girl, even when you’re sad.” Niki leads you to the bed, gently laying you down.

“What about dinner with the boys?” You ask, remembering about the reservation.

“I’ll explain it to them tomorrow.” He shrugs it off. “They’ll understand what I mean by when I’ll tell them my girl needed me.”

His hands glide the silk off of you, down your hips, tickling your legs when it’s pulled off. He sighs loudly. “Fuck. You’re so pretty.” He sighs, drinking in the sight of you, naked, make up smudged, your body proportions speaking to him in a different language. A language only him and his growing boner can speak.

“Please touch me, Niki.” He chuckles as you wriggle, embarrassed by the shameless staring. As if he would say no to your politeness.

Niki’s hands trace down to your inner thighs, and he gently pulls them apart, settling on his stomach, his eyes levelled with your aching pussy. He licks along your slit. You shudder. He only softly laughs.

“Needy baby..” he mumbles, before he leans right in. His mouth makes out with your clit, lips latched around the bundle of nerves, sucking powerfully. A loud moan elicits from you, ripped out of your throat.

Your thighs buck, and you find grave difficulty to keep your legs spread. Niki pokes his middle finger inside your cunt, sliding it in with ease due to your arousal. Another moan rips from you, and you unintentionally lock your legs around his head. Niki doesn’t seem to care, as he doubles in the pleasure. The band in your stomach only tightens, and you don’t know when you’re going to cum.

“C-close.” Your breathe is shaky, and you’re becoming only more sensitive. Niki pulls away from your cunt.

“Gonna cum on my tongue? Be my good girl?” He slides another finger in, stretching you slightly. You whine at that, hands clawing the bed sheets.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes!—oh my god!” You chant like a mantra, chest heaving as you breathe heavily. “Fuck! Please let me cum.”

Niki fingers you with a fast pace, his goal to reach you to the orgasm you so desperately want. Your insides clench tightly around his fingers, and he leans down again, licking through your folds continuously, and that does it for you.

Your pussy explodes, walls clenching uncontrollably as your washed over with waves upon waves of ecstasy, a string of breathless moans flowing out your throat, deep from your chest. Niki groans, the taste of you sweet on his tongue.

Once you calm down, you whine in sensitivity as Niki continues to suck your clit, and he stops when he successfully slides his fingers out of you.

“You taste so good.” He grins, and you sleepily gaze at his face, drenched with your juice. He licks his lips clean, lifting the bottom of his dress shirt to wipe around his mouth. Your eyes fall to his abs, and you can’t believe how handsome he is. You’re truly lucky to have him, and you don’t plan on leaving. “Go to sleep. I’ll clean you up.”

“But..” you voice trails off, a yawn interrupting your speech. He only chuckles. Your eyes flow to his prominent bulge, and his eyes follow.

“Don’t worry about that. You just go to sleep, pretty girl.” He leans over to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his tongue. If you weren’t so tired, that’d start you up again.

“But-“

“Sleep, baby. It’s okay.” With that, your eyes sleepily drift, and the last thing you remember is Niki gently wiping you with a clean towel.

FIN

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[freeasthewesternbreeze]

Arthur taking care of a Drunk! Reader

I love dis man!!! This was meant to be a short blurb and then it ended up like this. This is me rambling, so nothing serious. Definitely gonna have some grammar mistakes too my apologies, but enjoy! GIVE ME ARTHUR SO IN LOVE WITH HIS LADY OR GIVE ME DEATH!!! THIS MAN NEEDS TO BE LOVED AND CUDDLED!!! RAHHHHH

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Arthur Morgan is the type of man that loves to dote on his beautiful partner. He loves to compliment her when she’s not there, and speak nothing but songs of praises to the gang. While it might not be the typical “romantic cowboy” trope Mary-Beth reads in her books, Arthur had so many different, yet loving ways in which he dotes on his love.

You need some help setting up your cot and space when the gang finds a new spot? Fear not beautiful, Arthur, who has been riding for hours and working himself to the bone all day already set it up, making sure to ask if anything needed to be changed to your liking.

Another one of your favorite things about Arthur is how no matter how disgusting you may feel, or how embarrassing you think a situation is, Arthur will always be there to help. And still think you’re as beautiful as ever.

Maybe one night you lost count of how many drinks you and the girls at camp were having and decided to loudly and obnoxiously flirt with Arthur while he was on patrol just outside the camp. Instead of getting frustrated with you and telling you to get it together, he gets flustered and makes a remark on how you’re gonna feel in the morning. The burly man could barely believe what his eyes were seeing before him. The love of his life stumbling towards him with a mischievous look in her eyes. “HOW ABOUT YOU COME ON OVER DOWN HERE AND…” she took a quick pause to hiccup “LEMME SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL GOOD TIME LOOKS LIKE COWBOY!” This remark triggers a soft chuckle out of Arthur, making a mental note to ban Karen from ever giving you liquor. (or maybe just sometimes… he’s loving this)

He would take you to a secluded spot and simply sit down with you until you calmed down. You maybe were getting a little handsy with our favorite cowboy and maybe even left a few kisses on his smiling face.

“Now sweetheart you know I love you, and if the circumstances were different, I’d be all over you like a pig in mud. But darlin’ you are so drunk I don’t even think you can walk straight” He says while slowly taking your hands off of his chest.

“Y-you listen here you handsome sum’ bitch, I think we need to get out of here…. and knock some boots…” you replied to him in a drunken tone as you shot him a pathetic attempt at a wink. Drunk you could have sworn Arthur Morgan was created solely to make you happy. You knew this man was yours and all you wanted to do was eat him alive. The alcohol running hot in your blood was making that feeling amplified.

As you continued to drunkenly flirt with Arthur and make him laugh, your glazed eyes couldn’t even focus on Arthur’s grinning face anymore before you slowly start to feel the sky and earth around you spinning.

‘Ah yes … the punishment for my greed of drinking’ You begin to think as the nights festivities begin to catch up with you.

Arthur quickly takes note of the way your eyes clench shut and the way your body tenses up as you slowly push off of him and begin to stumble towards a bush. You felt like the world was spinning at about 10x the speed it normally does, and your stomach decided it didn’t like that very much.

“Oh fuck me…” You say aloud as you begin to dry heave.

Arthur knew what was about to happen because the man had found himself in that same exact position more times then he can count. He began to walk over to you, grabbing the loose strands of hair surrounding your face to hold back as the drinks you had inhaled came up again.

It wasn’t a pretty sight.

But Arthur couldn’t help but feel so honored to care for you in such a manner. He felt so much love for you even in such a vulnerable moment, because he knew that you trusted him enough to take care of you.

“I gotchu pretty girl… just get it out…” he begins to slowly rub your back up and down as the contents of your stomach now end up in the bush you tried to hide behind.

“I’m never drinking that shit Karen calls whiskey againnnn,” you practically cry out as you finally get a moment to breathe “She’s tryin’ to kill me..”

Arthur slowly blows cool air on the back of your neck to cool you down as he feels you getting sweaty and hot from the exertion of everything. “Honey you also don’t drink much.”

Arthur recalls he had only seen you this drunk once before. And it ended up with you jumping in the river naked and him having to fish you out. And yes, you were trying to get fresh with him even while half drowning. But that’s a story for another time.

“Yeah well… whatever.” You say finally relishing in the sense of relief that falls over you now that everything is out of your system. You look up at Arthur and see him smiling at you with kind eyes. You felt your face heat up under his gaze. ‘Why must he be so handsome? God damn I love this man’. You thought trying to stand up straighter.

“You’re so cute. Even when you’re drunk as a skunk” he remarks and kisses the side of your head. He guides you by the waist back to camp to wash your mouth out and take a quick bird bath. You still weren’t completely sober, but sober enough to know it’s time to crawl into bed.

Arthur takes you into his tent and tells you to lie down while he gets you some tea to relax you a bit more. The soft glow of the lantern creates a soft atmosphere, making Arthur’s space feel more like a sanctuary as opposed to a tent set up in the middle of a camp somewhere in the forest. You pull off your dress and boots and end up grabbing one of Arthur’s shirts to sleep in. He tries to keep them as clean as he can because he knows you love to sleep in them, so he keeps a special drawer just for you in his tent.

You slip into his cot and breathe in his scent on his pillow. Tobacco, leather, and pine. That’s what your Arthur smells like, and you swear you could die happy if it was the last thing you ever got to sleep in. You hear shuffling outside of the ten as the flap slowly opens up, revealing Arthur’s large form. He places your tea next to you so you can have a few sips as he slowly begins to take off his things and prepare for bed.

“I got Javi to finish the patrol. He needed a break from Uncle’s lumbago bullshit.” You giggle at the thought of Javier sitting there trying to relax and strum his guitar while Uncle cries about an ailment that most don’t even know if he actually has.

“Well you certainly saved him from a night of misery.” You yawn placing your finished tea down as you shuffle under Arthur’s blankets a bit further, feeling the chilly nip of air hitting your shoulders. “You can say that again.” He replies.

Arthur finally takes his shirt off leaving him only in his pants as he turns to look at you. You jokingly whistle at him as you look at him up and down, drinking in your protectors beautiful body. You see him quickly huff and look away as he mumbles a “Shut up…” with a small smile on his face. You smile in reply to him as you make room for him to lay down. He turns off the lantern and gently slides into the cot with you, careful not to take the covers off of you.

You move to your side as Arthur also lies on his slide. You shuffle closer to his back and wrap your arm around his torso and bury your face in the back of his neck. Gently placing soft kisses on him.

“You make such a nice little spoon partner.” You whisper into his neck. You feel his shoulders shake with laughter as he relaxes into your touch. “Reckon you can’t reach much back there. You’re kinda like a spider monkey on me.”

“At least you’re warm…. And why a spider monkey? Why not a…” you pause to think, with your eyes slowly beginning to droop, but your exhausted brain really can’t come up with a snarky response “Nope, that makes sense never mind.”

You feel Arthur grab your hand under the covers and squeeze it gently as he starts to feel your breathing start to slow and get heavier. “Goodnight handsome… I love you… thanks for takin care o’ me..” You mumble as you give his shoulder one last peck.

You couldn’t see it, but Arthur had a soft smile while he heard you say those words. You made him feel like he could take the world on. Just feeling your touch and having you lay here with him made his insides feel like a thousand bees and roses buzzing and growing inside of him. He felt beautiful for once.

He never thought he would have this. He never thought he could ever feel so deeply for another person again after all the hurt and trauma he had gone through. But you came along and changed that. You made him feel like he was more than just some violent enforcer, or some dumb cowboy. You made him feel seen, and in many ways, safe. You were his to protect, and he was yours to have.

“I love you too pretty girl. More than words can say.”

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AHHHH YOU GUYS!!!

This is my first fic I have written in over ten years. I’m still super rusty and honestly still feel I could hone the skill a bit better. I hope you all liked this! I love my bb cowboy Arthur, and I always want to dote on that beautiful man. He was little spoon this time around because… well have you seen those shoulders of his? Beautiful. Magnificent.

Please let me know how you guys feel! And let me know if any ideas you may like to see written out. 🩵

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[aeonstale]

ㅤㅤFOUND FEELINGS IN THE MIDST OF SNOW .ᐟ

pairings. sunday ♡ gn!reader.

content warnings. mention of world end 𝓼 mention of apocalypse 𝓼 mention of jumping off a window 𝓼 sunday being a loser lmao 𝓼 this has my own idea of sunday so maybe a bit ooc 𝓼 lazy ending.

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syn. a love letter for the lovely @pinkxpantha ! who asked for red tulip 𝓼 indelible 𝓼 niveous. read about sunday being a loser and failing at confessing.

Wherever he looked, Sunday has always saw you. When he turned around the corner, he saw you chatting with a co-worker. Late nights visit to the office’s kitchen, he found you with two ready-to-go cup of coffee. Overtime work, local bakery, random coffee shop, flower shop, home goods. Sunday saw you in everything.

Sometimes it would be a flower with a similar scent to yours—or a meaning reminding him of you. Hearing your usual order being served, the little treats you always carry with you being sold out—even a random pot.

All and everything reminded him of you. Sunday was enamoured with you.

The warmth you gave, the smile you offered, leaning to his ear to whisper gossip (said ear still tingles when he thinks back to you.), pecking his cheeks when you got too excited over news.

He was acting pathetic. No sane human would look at a butterfly and think of their crush. Or burst when they hold hands. (how he survived a kiss on the cheek, he still wonders…)

Even his sister noticed his feelings, he thinks you might have as well. The office was aware of them, he wasn’t doing a good job hiding them when he would stare longingly at you with a barely noticeable soft smile.

He incorporated you into his life so much, he started a saving account for the both of you to spend on a new house, on pets stuff—maybe a singing bird or a clingy cat. Sunday find himself regularly thinking of you, imagining a life with you.

Maybe he was getting too far ahead.

So he tried to flirt with you. Thinking it would seduce you and get you to confess. But all he succeeded in doing was making a fool of himself with his lame pick up lines.

(“ Are you the staplers? Because I need you.” “ Do you need a stapler, Sunday? ” “….Yes.”)

It’s gotten to such a low point, a word from you and he’s back in bed envisioning a wedding with you. No matter what cure he looks for, it all point to manning up and confessing.

Sunday can do many thing. He has amazing multi-tasking skills and even more impressive memorizing skills. Yet, confessing seems to be the only flaw he owns. In Sunday’s defence, the universe was against his confession. Many times has he tried but something always seems to interrupt him. He can’t count on all ten of his fingers how many times this has happened.

(“I have something to say.” “ Oh sure go ahead!” “ I think I have—” Sneeze. “ Oh do you have a cold? You should go rest, don’t worry I’ll take care of your share of work!” “ Ah no what I meant was—” and you were gone. Sigh.)

He first tried to confess in spring.

It was the perfect time, especially since it seen as a sweet and romantic season for love confessions.

But then you were switched to another unit for a whole two months. Sunday tried to see the positive sides—he has more time to prepare now! The initial plan to confess in a neat restaurant upgraded to a picnic with a beautiful view with a necklace as a gift.

Even his stoic co-worker agreed it was a cute moment, there was no way it could fail.

It rained on that day.

(The office has never seen a man look so distasteful towards falling water.)

The date keeps getting pushed further and further away. He was swarmed with work as were you. There was no time to spare for his plans. Inevitably, it slipped his mind.

Autumn came around. And he was more confident this time—this time, he reassure himself. He won’t fail.

Maybe he can no longer do a picnic, but the restaurant idea still stand. Maybe he will ditch the necklace too, after all won’t it be weird to receive a gift so expensive not even on the first date? So maybe no necklace.

Sunday scavenge the web for any event planned this season. But as luck would have it they were either held in spring or were pushed to next year. He can’t wait a whole year to confess! What if you get a partner before he can confess? What if you hate him by then? What if everything goes wrong and the world ends without having the chance to confess?! What kind of confession is it in the midst of the apocalypse?

…Or maybe it would be rather romantic? ‘Even if we were to die, I’m happy to die besides you!’ Type of confession? When looked at logically, it’s sweet and heart-touching. Sunday has seen many book with a similar style, many reviews praised the male lead for the touching confession surely it passes with you right?

Sunday could no longer contains himself. He searched high and above all about world-end confession. Developing an obsession with a far-stretched scenario.

Having spend so much time brainstorming, autumn passed by and winter started moving in. The first bit of snow falling and painting the city white.

Everyone was joyful with the new seasons. They weren’t as busy as before, giving them more time to complete their works without a pending deadline haunting their dreams.

Yet, Sunday looks like he came straight out of an apocalyptic world. Despite being one of the many who stopped working overtime(surprisingly), he looked similar to a corpse than a living person.

You noticed.

You actually noticed his distress since it first started to grow back in spring. His weird speech, the lame pick up lines or even his search history on the apocalypse (which you caught a glimpse of.). You tried to reach out and ask, but with his and your work increasing by the minute—you hadn’t have the chance.

In autumn you had caught a cold and couldn’t really care for another’s being other than your own. What was weird was how after you got better, Sunday seemed to have gotten worse than you. And that was saying a lot seeing as many colleague commented on how you looked as though you fought death to come back. Literally.

‘At least we looked alike..’ you bittersweetly thought.

But as winter came by, there was no urgent work to be finished or event to be organised. You could finally reach out to Sunday.

Which lead you to the present. Most have gone to their lunch break—leaving only you, Sunday and a stoic colleague. You have been repeatedly calling out to the Silver haired. It came to a point where you snapped your fingers near his ears, yet no reaction.

Was he sleeping awake? You tried shaking—which only after three shakes has he snapped.

‘I Have romantic feeling for you!’ he suddenly shouted.

Woah.

‘Damn.’ the stoic colleague commented, before turning back to their work.

What should you do? You do reciprocate his feelings, but was that it? No big show or nothing. The whole situation felt comedic.

And as you watched the words register in Sunday’s face, did you finally laugh. Your face turning redder than the colour. You couldn’t contain it anymore, even more so when his face morphed into horror.

‘I’m sorry! Its just—’ another laughing fit.

‘It’s okay. I will throw myself out of the window.’

‘Wait no come back!’ you held him back, the laughter subduing to breathless chuckles. Face still red, you interlaced your fingers with his.

‘I have romantic feelings for you too!. It’s just the whole situation caught me off guard. I honestly expected you to plan a whole ceremony to confess. Sorry, I was actually worried about you since spring because you didn’t look well and you didn’t improve. So I wanted to ask you but then you outright confessed. Was it what was bothering you? Am I rambling?’

You took a breath, the warmth in your face becoming more uncomfortable the more words slips past your lips. Gosh, rambling right after a confession?! Who does that.

Meanwhile, Sunday has become frozen. Wait was he breathing? Ah he collapsed.

‘He collapsed?! Sunday! Are you alright?’

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[ally1uvsu]

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury | Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x Nam-gyu

⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Series .⠀›⠀Trans Namgyu Week 2025⠀‎ꪆৎ day 6; Body Worship/Overstimulated sex — Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5

·⠀warnings info⠀· NSFW — . wc; 11.6k (yeah..)

Summary; Nam-gyu was broke, and that was no secret. But what would happen if he went into a party with See-mi who was accompanying her rich girlfriend? Maybe it was a bad idea, but maybe not so much more of one after meeting a certain purple haired man.

Tags; Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar daddy thanos, Except they meet in a party and it only becomes a title after they bang, Trans Namgyu (Squid Game), Thanos is referred as choi su-bong, Namgyu-centric (Squid Game), Tbh I swap their povs a lot, Bottom Namgyu (Squid Game), Namgyu Wears Glasses (Squid Game), Pathetic Namgyu (Squid Game), Top Choi Subong I Thanos, Namgyu is a law student, He's also really broke, Semi and Namgyu are best friends, House Party, Business Party, Car Sex, Kind Of, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Unsafe Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Boypussy, Drinking, Smoking, Safe Sane and Consensual, Riding, Missionary Position, Doggy Style, they go multiple rounds, Creampie, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Body Worship, Se-mi and Mi-na are gfs, Dirty Talk Namgyu is referred by his name properly, Orgasm Edging, Accidental, well kind of, Sexual Overstimulation, Overstimulated Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Religious analogies (unsure how else to put this lol), DID SOMEBODY SAYYYYYYY SERVICE TOP THANOS? 😻, Crying, Dacryphilia, They're so fucking gay I hate them, Thanos is just a little mean, he's also whipped, Love at first sight ahh type of shit, Soft Choi Subong | Thanos, Aftercare, Butt Slapping, this is so foul im sorry, Downright DIRTY too, Possessive Choi Subong I Thanos, Idk if it's is a kink or if he genuinely likes to see his cum drip out, THIS SOUNDED WEIRD SORRY, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Slut Shaming, There are a lot of mood swings, Rough Sex, But Also Gentle Sex, Hair-pulling, Kinky, Praise Kink

Notes; OH MY FUCK IM FINALLY DONE I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR HOURSSSSSS 😭😭🙏 enjoy guys… This might cover for the whole week altho I have a day left.. sighs! Also me and my 75 tags against the world smh!

Nam-gyu was burnt out, it was the easiest way to put this. He had to study and work, and his life basically revolved around that. He would spend countless hours studying for his exams and doing assignments everywhere and anywhere— which is how he ended up in this situation.

"Nam-gyu, I get it. You're in college, but you have to pay attention to work." His manager said frustrated, hell, what was the problem with that? He couldn't even use this phone and the store was practically empty all the damn time. He only worked here because when he saved up it covered his college tuitions.. ignoring how he was nearly getting evicted from his apartment.

"This is the tenth time, Nam-gyu. Not the second or third, tenth. You've been warned before." Nam-gyu gritted his teeth, hands clasped behind his back as he bowed along with a murmured apology, not that he was sorry. His manager and this store could all go to hell in his honest opinion.

"You know I don't have any time to do my school work or study— plus, the store is always empty." Nam-gyu said with a frustrated sigh, tucking his hair that was already greasy behind his ears. He heard the older and grumpy man in front of him take a deep breath, and this was where he knew he would be jobless. "Alright, you have to pick between that or your job. You surely must have more time to study and do your.. homework."

Was it dumb to quit his job when it was his only source of money? More than definitely. But Nam-gyu couldn't care less anymore, taking off the vest he was given to be identified as an employee and tossing it on the floor, Nam-gyu stared at him in the eyes. It was no wonder nobody ever wanted to work here, no wonder this place was constantly fucking short staffed. "Yeah? Well, fuck you too." Nam-gyu spat as he snatched his bag and pushed the door of the shop open.

It was terribly stupid to be upset over something like this, and he knew it was. But life wasn't doing him anything good, he was far more than broke, he was nearly getting in debt. Sure, his job covered his college tuitions but it didn't change the fact that he still had bills to cover for his apartment.

Nam-gyu loved to study, always had. He was the smart kid back in his high school years and below, but now getting burnt out was inevitable. He couldn't find the motivation to study, all of the times he studied at work and at home was him forcing himself to make his money worth.

He watched the sun beginning to set in the horizon, creating an otherwise peaceful atmosphere. The breeze felt soft as it brushed against his hair, he stared through the leaves of the trees as the dimming gaps of sunlight reached his face. Was this all really worth it?

Staring ahead of him, he saw someone's face stamped on the billboard. Something about this guy being a billionaire and hosting some party for the rich. Screw them, screw all of the rich who care about no one but themselves. Screw that fucking purple haired man on that billboard who had that damn smile on his face.

They were all just privileged little shits in the end, either they lived off of a family fortune or because of that fortune they smoothly went through college and graduated, it wasn't fair.

But maybe life never would be fair on him, and that's okay, too. He could just find another job and keep studying, become a lawyer.. or something. He crossed the street, his feet feeling heavier than they normally felt. His brain was seconds from blowing up, and he knew damn well those bills would be there to haunt him the second he went back to his apartment.

People all around were laughing and giggling, kids, adults, couples.. he wished he had a shred of what they had.

Truly, Nam-gyu always had to fend for himself. His mom was never around and his dad died when he was eight, leaving him all by himself. He had no siblings, which he was mostly grateful for because he could barely care for himself. But then there was his mom— when he came out as trans, it just got worse. If she wasn't present in his life previously, a day after she had vanished.

He had to pick himself up financially, learn how to get his shit together, and carry on.

Gripping his bag tighter, he turned the corner to his apartment complex. Getting through the gatekeeper that stood there mostly doing nothing, Nam-gyu began going up the long stairs to the fifth floor since the already rusty elevator broke.

The routine was tiring, but Nam-gyu didn't have a choice. Even if he was in the bottom of the pit, he had to work something out.

He reached for his keys, hearing the comforting jingle as he reached for the door '631', sliding it in the lock and turning. The door creaked open in a loud noise, but it felt otherwise grounding. Once that was done, he slid it back out and tucked them safely in his pocket, stepping in and letting out another heavy sigh as he stared at the pile of letters on the entrance floor.

Tossing his bag aside with what probably was frustration, maybe anger.. he kicked his shoes off, sliding down the door and leaning his head in his hands. It was as if the universe was testing him, maybe life was just insistent on dragging him down.

Maybe Nam-gyu all along was meant to be nothing in the end, forced to go with the flow.

A few minutes passed, they felt like an eternity in his mind. The air was suffocating, his responsibilities were. Yet even then, albeit the nagging headache and the soreness in his muscles, Nam-gyu reached for the stupid pile of letters before he ended up falling asleep in that position.

He teared the letters open one by one, some were just newspapers, some were just bills, bills, and more fucking bills. They were all just tossed aside, uncaring about how he was drowning in them. 

Nam-gyu should have felt relieved that he reached the last letter, but he felt upset even further as he checked the contents on that last one. A fucking eviction letter— what fault did he have if he couldn't cover college and a place to live? Shit, somedays he would have to eat half of a fucking ramen and leave the other for later or tomorrow.

It was all infuriating. 

It pissed him off how people who didn't have a proper condition had to be squashed like bugs by filthy rich people or people who had some kind of sustenance. It wasn't fair how people who were perfectly fine looked down upon people like Nam-gyu, none of it was fair.

He ripped the letter in his hands, standing up as he tossed it aside. Maybe he could smoke a cigarette? Those normally always worked whenever he was stressed. But then again, he needed to go out to the supermarket and buy some more.

He checked his savings box, it was barely enough to pay his tuition.. shit. It all bubbled up in his damn veins, and before he could even realize he was being driven by his own rage again, he was tossing a glass cup against the wall.

The sound of it shattering brought him back to reality, watching the shards fly everywhere. Maybe he just needed some air, yeah.. maybe that's what he needed. 

Reaching for the pair of glasses he kept above his nightstand, slamming the door of his apartment shut and not even bothering to lock it as he ran down the flight of stairs.

He was supposed to have a meeting with the landlord roughly around now, but it didn't mention anything about it being fucking mandatory. This wouldn't cover his tuition, he would need another paycheck. So, with a few money he grabbed from that stupid piggy bank, Nam-gyu began making his way towards a convenience store. 

Getting himself some cigarettes would probably make it better, along with some food since his stomach was rumbling and growling. He pushed past some people, unsure as of why he was running. He took in a heavy breath as he finally reached the crosswalk, only then realizing his legs burnt and his breath was uneven.

The light flicked red finally, and he began crossing. Only jumping back when a car sped through without a bother, making him audibly gasp as his money fell on a puddle of water. "Shit! You asshole! Watch where the fuck you're driving towards!" He called out towards the car that had already left, grabbing his money with a bunch of 'No's spilling from his lips.

Inside the car, Su-bong's head snapped towards the window with a furrow of his brow, was someone.. shouting at his driver? "What was that?" He asked as he looked away from the window, fingers pausing at the keyboard on his laptop.

"Nothing, sir. It was just merely a pedestrian who tried to cross in the wrong timing." The man replied, unbothered. Currently, Su-bong was on the way to that little business party he was hosting to discuss a few.. matters. It wasn't the best thing in the world, matter of fact, it was boring as fuck. But whatever kept the money going, he guessed.

"How long until we get there? We have to get there before our guests." Su-bong said with the same calm tone of voice, matching it to how the man driving had been speaking. "Around ten minutes, Mr.Choi. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get there before your awaited guests."

Su-bong hummed in response and in approval, focusing once again on the stocks open on his laptop. At least there would be drinks there, and likely a bunch of gossip, maybe this night wouldn't be entirely boring. (Even if he knew this expectation would likely lead him towards deception.)

Across the street already, Nam-gyu was trying to figure out ways to dry the money in his hands. None of these cheap stores had fucking dryers in the bathroom, normally, Nam-gyu wouldn't mind. But he needed that now more than ever.

His eyes lit up as he caught sight of a fancy store not too far away from him, he had his fingers crossed that they had a bathroom. And just to his luck, they did!

He stood there for some time, ignoring the bubbling heat in his hands as the air did some favor into drying the won bills. Some people passed by and looked at him weirdly, but they didn't matter as much as his money.

While standing there, Nam-gyu got some time to think. Maybe he should quit college for once and for all? Law was something he liked to study, but then, if he didn't graduate.. he could only get so far.

His gaze was far away, focused on a point in the wall while waiting for the money to dry at least a little bit. For some time, the pain and the heat became unbearable eventually. But lucky for him, they had dried well.

A breath of relief was punched out of Nam-gyu's lungs as he tucked the money inside his pocket, he really didn't feel like facing his landlord who was likely inside his apartment waiting for him right this moment.

Now, all he had to do was go to the convenience store. Maybe he would quit college in the end, use whatever was in his savings for the tuition to pay rent and find himself another job.

Now that he had that done, he could finally stop getting those weird stares. Feeling a little bit more lighter, Nam-gyu got out of the bathroom. Hopefully, they would accept the money back at the store. Maybe he could meet up with Se-mi later today and have a few drinks like they normally did on days like this.

Pulling his phone out, he dialed the all too familiar numbers and brought it up to his ear, walking while looking at his own feet. A small smile sprouted on his lips as he heard Se-mi's voice, it sounded.. faint, she was probably previously sleeping. "Shit.. what the hell do you want?" What a ray of sunshine, Se-mi really was an amazing friend.

"I'm about to drop around the convenience store, you down for tonight?" Nam-gyu asked, feeling weirdly hopeful. Maybe these were the small joys of his life, moments like this where he could just drink away his worries and get high. 

"..I was kind of going out today, shit— the time, fuck!" Nam-gyu furrowed his brows as he eyed the time, did she have a date or something? "You got a date or something?"

He chuckled as he heard the rustling sounds across the phone, and the loud clatter of the girl's phone against what Nam-gyu assumed was her nightstand. "Yeah, something like that!.." 

Well, looks like everyone was getting someone for this valentine's day. Even Se-mi, and she was younger than him. Maybe Nam-gyu would die alone at this point. "Who's the unlucky girl?"

"Shit, didn't I tell you? Crap, I must have forgotten.." Se-mi trailed off, yanking her closet open as she began going through her clothes. "I began dating this one girl, Mi-na. I don't know how the hell I bagged her but she's one of those rich ass people, y'know?"

What.

"Wait, what? Say that shit again?" Now this was just Nam-gyu being utterly unlucky, Se-mi wasn't even in debt and got a rich girlfriend! Sure, he's gay and all that jazz but he really needed that money.

"Yeah, I know, right? I found out two days ago when she asked me to go out with her to this party today." He heard the younger girl scoff, and Nam-gyu was completely dumbfounded. "You really took getting a sugar mommy seriously." Nam-gyu said with a chuckle, hearing a few muffled curses spill from Se-mi's mouth.

"You wanna come?" Se-mi asked suddenly, and Nam-gyu actually froze on spot this time. It wasn't the best idea.. Nam-gyu didn't have clothes or whatever, he would feel completely out of place there. "Uh.. I- shit, why would I? I'd be completely out of place there."

"Well, I feel bad now, of course." Nam-gyu rolled his eyes, he'd think it was because she'd feel lonely, but of course not. "Damn, you hurt my feelings like this."

"Come on, Nam! If you'd feel out of place, imagine me. Plus, we can shit talk together, enjoy fancy shit, and I don't know— live a little. Plus, maybe you can find yourself a rich man over there." Nam-gyu let out a nervous chuckle, shit. This was a bad idea, but it wasn't like he could go back to his house today, anyway.

"I don't even have proper clothing." Nam-gyu stated anyways, which was true. And even if he did— again, he couldn't go home. "You can borrow some suit of mines." Se-mi retorted back, and he could practically see her standing there with a hand on her hip.

"I'm nowhere near your house, and even then your girlfriend probably would be bothered." 

"We can pick you up, and she told me I could invite someone over if I wanted to."

"You'll both be late if you wait for me to get ready."

"She can wait, the party doesn't have a timing to end."

"But—" Maybe Se-mi was a little bit too good at these kind of arguments, whenever he threw in an excuse, she'd have a perfect solution for it. Which sometimes just would make him say no.

"All I'm hearing is excuses, excuses, and more excuses, Nam. Just get your ass over here already before I give up on you already, jeez." Se-mi complained with a tinge of annoyance, and Nam-gyu did go.

—

"Se-mi, I really don't think this is a good idea." Maybe he shouldn't have come here, after all. His head was tilted back as Se-mi applied some sort of.. whatever is it that she was doing in his eye. The clothes, even if they fit him, were a tad uncomfortable. But at least his hair wasn't greasy anymore, he felt overly fancy when he shouldn't even be here. It was a weird kind of feeling.

"Shh, stay quiet, I'm nearly done. Mi-na will be here soon." Se-mi scolded, running the tip of her brush with black eyeshadow along Nam-gyu's upper eyelash line. It wasn't really makeup, just something more to enhance Nam-gyu's eyes. Naturally, he already had eyes that kind of resembled a cat's, all Se-mi really had to do was make them pop off just a bit more.

 "I really shouldn't be going, tho—" Nam-gyu said with an impatient whine as Se-mi finally pulled away, and Nam-gyu managed to pull his neck forward. Rubbing the back of his already sore neck, he stared at Se-mi who was standing there, proud of her work. "You. Look. Stunning!" She said with a grin, and Nam-gyu stood up to stare at himself in the mirror, technically, she wasn't wrong.

Maybe Nam-gyu could let himself enjoy this evening and let go of his troubles and worries for a bit.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess." Nam-gyu said with an amused smile, and Se-mi already began putting her stuff away. "See? It will be fun! We'll go, drink, get high, and have fun together while drinking rich people shit, what else could be better than that?"

"Yeah.. you know what? You're not wrong." Nam-gyu said along with a hum of approval, fixing his tie for the tenth time. "My question is why the hell do you have two suits?"

Se-mi wasn't wearing a dress, she was wearing a suit just like his, save for the fact it was black and his was navy blue. According to her, dresses were too much of a fuss and you can move freely in a suit. Nam-gyu couldn't necessarily disagree with her. "Dunno, I like both colors. I have both just so I could have an option of colors."

Nam-gyu nodded after a long dragged and low 'ahh..', they would have been silent if it wasn't for the soft buzzing of Se-mi's phone. While the other finished whatever she was doing, Nam-gyu reached for her phone to see the name of contact tagged as 'Princess'. It made him cringe internally but.. the girl Se-mi's dating is indeed pretty, that he couldn't deny.

"Here, your little girlfriend is calling you." Nam-gyu said with a face feigning disgust, and Se-mi simply rolled her eyes as she snatched her phone back the same second she shut her bathroom cabinet. "Hey, you here already?"

Nam-gyu didn't bother picking up on the details, instead, he focused on fixing his tie for the tenth time already in front of the mirror. Fidgeting with his rings and pushing his glasses back from the tip of his nose. 

"Alright, let's get going. She's outside." Se-mi called out as she slid her shoes on by the entrance, turning the doorknob open. Nam-gyu was quick to ease his shoes on, being somewhat glad that he and Se-mi wore the same size of shoes. Their clothes were close enough, he assumed.

Trailing closely after Se-mi who was still busy on her phone, he took the chance to look out the window to try and spot any car out there that could be waiting for them. Maybe she wasn't here yet and just really close?

Stepping outside, Nam-gyu was met with the fresh breeze for the third time of the day. This time, though, the sun was far gone. The stars danced across the sky and the lampposts reflected a warm light on the sidewalks, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Not even two minutes of standing later, Nam-gyu caught side of a fucking Bugatti turning the corner. Shit, even if Nam-gyu saved up all of his money altogether, he could barely reach the bottom of what that Se-mi's girlfriend likely spent on this.

"Bring up your jaw, we'll both be seeing more than this, Nam." Se-mi said with a laugh, opening the passenger door and sliding in. It took Nam-gyu a few seconds to recompose himself, but then he also got inside the car.

It smelled like luxury, not that Nam-gyu was used to it. But it was a nice smell as overwhelming as it was. To the side, he could see Se-mi greeting the girl he had seen on the phone a few seconds ago, presumably her girlfriend. "Ew, I'm here too, y'know." Nam-gyu huffed as the car began to move.

"Right, right. Sorry." Se-mi grumbled as she reluctantly pulled away, and Mi-na's face finally came into full view. She eyed him up and down before smiling, nudging Se-mi's arm and whispering something inaudible to her, to which Se-mi nodded.

"You must be Nam-gyu, right?" Mi-na said when she pulled back, extending her hand for Nam-gyu to shake, and he did. She was.. nice, that's what he could tell right off the bat. Maybe a little mean and sassy, but otherwise nice.

He wouldn't have thought she was much fun, but in matter of seconds, the trio was laughing as the car nearly reached their destination. Nam-gyu covered his mouth with his hand as another laugh bubbled up in his chest, and Se-mi looked happy that they were well.. getting along well.

"You know, Nam-gyu. With that face of yours and your sense of humor, you might end up finding someone to fund you out there." Mi-na suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes, it made Nam-gyu suspect that she was probably making up a plan in the back of her mind.

"Nah, I wouldn't think so. All of these fancy ass people in there and someone would like a broke college student? Pfft, no way." Mi-na immediately gasped at that, smacking his hand away as she observed his face. "Nonsense! I mean, you do have a very beautiful face. I don't think money counts when you can sway the heart of anyone there." 

"Can't say I disagree with that, Nam." Se-mi butted in, hand resting lightly on her girlfriend's waist as she pulled the other down to her sit. "Just saying, if you end up on someone's bed tonight, don't call me. I'll leave you to be because your broke ass does need some money ASAP."

"What an amazing friend.." Nam-gyu uttered under his breath as he changed his gaze from the two girls towards the window, right timing. He caught a glimpse of a huge fucking building outside, and if it wasn't fancy Nam-gyu didn't fucking exist.

"Okay, now I'm 100% we'll feel out of place here." Nam-gyu said as he snapped his head towards Se-mi, and Mi-na simply waved her hand as she crossed her arms. "Relax, normally business parties like this rarely involves business unless you bring it up. It's just a bunch of rich people gathering and shit talking while getting drunk."

Not that it made anything any easier.. but Nam-gyu swallowed the lump in his throat as he nodded. The car eventually halted in front of the gate as the driver handed a neatly made paper roll to which the gatekeeper opened, checking it, and then finally allowing their entrance.

Stepping out of the car, Nam-gyu adjusted his clothes at least for the tenth time only in an hour. Se-mi and Mi-na intertwined their arms together, and Nam-gyu just kind of tagged along by Se-mi's side.

The people here smelled expensive, they acted expensive as if it clung to them like a second skin. Every step they gave while passing by them, Nam-gyu couldn't help but feel smaller and smaller. His fingers fidgeted with one of his rings, he was unsure how the other girl seemed so at ease.

The laughter was filling the air, rich sounding laughter to which Nam-gyu nearly cringed to. All of this people were probably filthy rich, a kind of luxury Nam-gyu likely would never experience once in his life. But his thoughts were snapped away as he sat down on some couch nearby the pool as his two companions sat down.

"Jeez, this feels overwhelming." Nam-gyu complained with a huff, tucking his hair back behind his ears. Mi-na simply laughed, head leaned on Se-mi's shoulder as she grabbed a glass of wine from some waitress that was moving around. "You'll get used to it, just have a couple of drinks and you'll be just fine. People here aren't that bad, some may be snobby but in the end.. they're just other people, too."

Well, that made Nam-gyu feel more at ease. His fingers wrapped lightly around the bottom of the glass, bringing the cup towards his lips as he took a sip. The taste was bitter, it made Nam-gyu initially grimace, but then he was slowly drinking it. Getting used to the taste which after all, wasn't that bad.

"I'll be back, m'kay?" Mi-na said with a giggle as she kissed Se-mi's cheek before darting off somewhere. Nam-gyu took this opportunity to slide closer to the girl, sighing as he tilted his head back. "I was supposed to have a meeting with my landlord today, I mean, I got an eviction letter."

Se-mi paused, raising her brow. "Is it because of the rent you barely ever pay?" Nam-gyu hummed as he nodded, taking another sip of the bitter wine coating his tongue. "Might quit college because of it."

"You know you can stay by my place as much time as you need, right?" Nam-gyu nodded once again, but either way, he wouldn't have enough to pay the tuition anyways. "It's fine, I won't be able to pay the tuition anyways." He shrugged, pausing as his eyes flickered to the people loudly speaking with a small grin. "Ay, you see that woman over there? Look at where her hand's going.."

Se-mi smacked his arm playfully, as if playing to scold him but either way she let out a quiet chuckle. "We shouldn't be talking about people so openly like this.. but shit, yeah. In public is crazy."

Nam-gyu laughed, covering his mouth with his hand as laughter bubbled up from his chest. He loved these moments with Se-mi, sometimes the worse of situations just went away with simple little moments they have together.

Not very far from them, Mi-na looked for someone in specific, a bright smile appearing on her lips as she caught sight of three men standing nearby the garden. Rushing forwards as much as she could in the heels she was wearing, she tapped someone's shoulder, someone who was all too familiar.

"Su-bong! It's been so long!" She said as the face of the familiar man came into view, and Su-bong returned her smile. "Señorita! It has been a long time." He replied with a side hug, a grin plastered in his face. "How have things been? Still trying to find someone?"

"No.. not really, I found a girlfriend." Mi-na said cheekily, watching as Su-bong's face fell for a second. "Jeez, who's the lucky lady? She here today?" Mi-na nodded, pointing towards the couch that was obscured by a few standing people. "She's sitting there with her friend, wanna come meet them?"

Su-bong thought for a second, setting down his glass as he waved bye to the men he was previously talked to. "Of course."

With that, Su-bong followed Mi-na's lead. Greeting some people here and there on the way until they finally reached the couch where the two Mi-na mentioned would be. But to his surprise, only who Su-bong assumed was Mi-na's girlfriend was there.

"Heyy, I'm back!" Mi-na announced as she plopped down next to Se-mi, finally realizing Nam-gyu wasn't there. "Where's Nam-gyu?"

"He went inside the house.. probably on the balcony he saw for a smoke." Se-mi said as she casually threw her arm over the older girl's shoulders, looking at Su-bong. "And who might that be?"

"Oh, he's my childhood best friend! His name is Su-bong, Su-bong, this is Se-mi." Mi-na introduced them cheerfully, watching the pair shake hands and give each other a polite smile.. well, for Se-mi's part. Because Su-bong was already pulling the whole señorita shit.

Before it could even get any further, Mi-na chimed in, an idea popping up in her mind as she squeezed Se-mi's hand, whom she hoped would get the idea. "Ay, Su-bong. Since you know the house, why don't you go call Nam-gyu for us?"

Su-bong furrowed his brows, crossing his arms. "Why don't you go? He's your friend." Well.. that was a good one, sure. But now, Mi-na kind of felt like playing matchmaker. "One, you're the host. Two, you know the building better, andd three, I'm kind of busy with my girlfriend here."

Su-bong rolled his eyes, a heavy huff of protest leaving his lips as he mumbled a flow of 'whatever's' as he turned around and left. The second Su-bong was gone, though, Mi-na looked at her girlfriend with a wicked grin. "A hundred bucks they'll hook up."

"Mm, bet." Se-mi replied with a chuckle, shaking her head. Mi-na had weird way of trying to match people together.

Above on the balcony Nam-gyu reached inside the house, the strong smell of cigarettes filled the air. One was already crushed by his side, a faint mark of something burnt in the wood of the railing he was leaning against. 

The breeze caressed his face and hair softly, doing nothing to shake away his thoughts of what he would even do with his future.

He inhaled the comforting smoke, eyes prying shut with relief as he pulled the stick back, holding it in for a minute before slowly exhaling it. Cigarettes and drinks were comforting to him, maybe it was because they had its own way to numb down his brain.

The faintest sounds of footsteps in distance reached his ears, even then, he didn't turn. The soft padding of feet mingling with the whooshing wind, and it just grew closer.. until it stopped. Right behind him.

Nam-gyu made no move to turn around, uninterested. It wasn't Se-mi, likely not Mi-na either. They'd probably be calling out for his name all around. "Smoking alone out here?" He heard a deep voice say, it was an unfamiliar one, mayhaps belonging to a very much older man.

"No, the corpse of my dead father is next to me." He replied dryly, and he heard the rustling and padding of feet again as they finally leaned into the railing right next to him, their eyes meeting.

Nam-gyu turned his head reluctantly, a tad annoyed that someone ruined his moment that he had been using to calm down his mind and think, but these eyes were mesmerizing.

Nam-gyu then remembered, this was the same man he had seen earlier on the billboard. But up close, with the dim lighting of the moon glinting softly above them, maybe he wasn't that bad. Purple hair, yet not the entirety of his hair was purple. He had a sharp jaw, defined cheekbones and.. blue eyes. 

It momentarily snapped him out of the moment again, but the deep rumble of a chuckle brought him back to reality. "You have another one of those?"

Nam-gyu nodded, reaching inside his pocket for another stick and his lighter. Su-bong reached for it, bringing it up to his lips as his fingers created the friction against the lighter, watching the flame be lit and burn into the cigarette.

Handing the other the lighter back, Su-bong stared off into the view Nam-gyu had previously been admiring. And then, he turned to Nam-gyu's face. He normally didn't remember anyone he invited, he just knew they came. But Nam-gyu.. he was sure he never met anyone that intrigued him so much as Nam-gyu did.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of black, almost cat like, too. Despite the lack of warmth in them, the fact they were devoid of anything, they were gorgeous. His skin was pale, tinted with barely visible freckles. Maybe coming here to call after Mi-na's friend wasn't so much of a bother anymore.

"You work with anything in particular?" Su-bong asked after a few seconds of awkward silence that seemed to stretch into eternity. Nam-gyu initially shook his head, not saying anything. Su-bong would have thought that Nam-gyu just wanted to be left alone in the end, but before he really could put his mind into it, Nam-gyu was speaking.

"No. I go to college, though." Interesting, well, maybe Nam-gyu really just came around because he was invited. "What major?" Su-bong really was unsure why was he dragging this on, maybe it was because Nam-gyu had a certain allure to him, or maybe it was just because the raven haired man managed to pick his interest.

"Law, but I'm probably going to quit." Nam-gyu said nonchalantly despite the tug on his heart he felt as he said those words, inhaling more smoke to drown the feeling. "Mm, how come? Got tired of it?" Su-bong said, genuinely curious as his fingers tapped against the wood of the railing. Now more focused on Nam-gyu than the cigarette, the view, or the laughter downstairs.

Nam-gyu let out a heavy sigh, normally, he wasn't one to go around and spill his guts to the world. But then again, he was talking to one of those rich and privileged people, it was likely he'd never see Su-bong again. "My job covers most of my tuition but.. I don't have enough to pay my damn rent. And either way, the job I work at is mostly empty all the time, even then I can't study. So I would just work for nothing and fail."

Su-bong pursed his lips, averting his gaze once again thoughtfully. "Sounds pretty tough," he began off. 

Nam-gyu was definitely one of the people who were financially struggling, and him being here was just mere luck because his friend is dating Mi-na. Su-bong normally didn't pay attention to these kinds of people, most of them just wanted money or something— anything, to drag them out of the situation they're in. But Nam-gyu seems decided, maybe a but too much. He looked unbothered or at least tried to convince himself he didn't care about this.

"It's not a tough decision, college can make you go towards the path of success, but if you slowly give yourself up in the end.. none of it is worth it. Even though I like studying, it's the truth." Nam-gyu murmured as he pushed his glasses back to the ridge of his nose, observing below them the glinting lights and the people socializing.

"I didn't catch your name yet." Su-bong suddenly mentioned, maybe he was just trying to change the uncomfortable subject.. whatever. Nam-gyu nodded, leaning his upper body forward as he enjoyed the soft and warm summer breeze. "Nam-gyu, Roh Nam-gyu."

Pretty name for a beautiful face.

That was Su-bong's first thought as he finally got his name, a smile appearing on his lips only to be brushed away. "My name's Choi Su-bong, it's nice to meet you, Nam-gyu."

Nam-gyu nodded, and he would have thought the conversation might as well have ended there. Yet, countless minutes later, to which he didn't even bother counting, he was still here. Still here sitting down on the floor as he laughed away with Su-bong as if he had known him his whole life, all while he held an already out cigarette.

"For someone so rich.. I wouldn't have thought you're funny, y'know? In my opinion, rich people can be so snobby.. it pisses me off." Nam-gyu said with another laugh coming right after as Su-bong snorted, waving him off. "Hey, now you know we're not snobby.. at least not all of us are, anyway."

They both stopped talking again, but this time, for some reason it felt weirdly different. The atmosphere was carefree and yet draping over them like a blanket, it was just enough to make Nam-gyu's heart begin thudding with excitement for reasons he couldn't even place.

"Do I piss you off?" Su-bong asked in a low murmur, hand moving from his own thigh to just tilt Nam-gyu's chin up. Sure.. Nam-gyu initially cursed him off but in the end, Su-bong wasn't bad. "No, not at all." Nam-gyu replied nearly breathlessly.

It was a tense moment charged with unspoken desires and unsaid words, Nam-gyu felt as if he had known this intriguing but weirdly attractive man since forever. He didn't know why he felt like this.. or what kind of spell Su-bong had on him (if he even had any), for him to feel the way he was feeling. He wasn't one for impulsive actions, but for some reason, his mind was screaming at him to give in.

And then, after a moment of hesitation and pondering, their eyes locked again. No words were exchanged at all, but it was as if they could read into each other's minds as their lips locked together.

It felt right, way too right. The alcohol clouded his mind and the smell of cigarettes clinging to Su-bong.. or maybe it was him, which in the end was both, was slowly getting to his brain. A groan spilled from Nam-gyu's lips as he reciprocated the kiss eagerly, eyelids fluttering shut against his will.

The way they melted together felt as if they were meant to do this, call Nam-gyu cheesy but he couldn't deny how good it felt. 

Su-bong was practically devouring him whole, hands wandering all around him as if trying to memorize his body through the barrier of their clothing pieces. Naturally, Nam-gyu didn't believe in God. But the second he pulled away, heavy and panting, and met Su-bong's eyes, the first thought occurring to his mind was that this man was his savior.

Nam-gyu let out a chuckle, tilting his head down as to hide his smile. He didn't know many things, but he knew he wanted Su-bong. Not because of the money, not because of where he is placed in society, but because of who he is.

"Wanna get out of here?" Su-bong asked just as equally breathless with a different gleam in his eyes, it was as if he felt it, too. "You're just.. leaving your guests here?" Nam-gyu asked, was he really getting to the point he was leaving his own party for him?

"Don't worry, I can't manage a party all by myself. I have assistants here that know how to take care of things without me." Su-bong said as he stood up, pulling Nam-gyu along as they sped walked out of the house.

It was as if Su-bong's assistants all knew his own rhythm and how he was, it surprised him, honestly. Especially when the man he assumed was the driver began making their way towards some limousine— maybe Su-bong really had it all thought out.

Following suit after the older man, he got inside the back seat. Of course the limousine had a damn partition, and Su-bong had never been so glad he came here with it.

The door behind Su-bong clicked shut as he rolled up the window, completely obscuring the driver from their view. And in an instant, their lips were on each other again.

Nam-gyu grabbed Su-bong's hair, feeling the silky and surprisingly strands beneath his fingers as they eagerly made out. Nam-gyu pressed against the seat, and Su-bong on top of him. The kiss broke with a wet 'pop', Nam-gyu was panting, but Su-bong didn't seem to mind catching his breath at all. His kisses descended all the way towards Nam-gyu's jaw to his neck, kissing and biting softly around the skin.

Su-bong began undoing the tie Nam-gyu wore, easing off the blazer all while he paid extra attention to the milky skin beneath his lips. But he didn't take off his shirt, thinking it'd be too much of a waste of time to put it back on once they reached the penthouse Su-bong stayed at.

And yet, he still was inpatient to just stick to kissing. His hands fumbled with Nam-gyu's belt as he heard the other pant and let out noises, the way his chest heaved and fell was nothing short of addictive.

Nam-gyu's heart stopped as he was brought to reality when he felt cold air hit his legs, realizing that Su-bong wasn't on top anymore, but kneeled down between his legs. Nam-gyu wasn't one to sleep around mainly because of this reason, most people in Korea were far too judgmental.

And yet, as Su-bong pulled down his boxers, he didn't say a word. He looked back up at Nam-gyu with a look he swore could suffocate him. Nam-gyu would have sworn he could feel his blood rushing just by how Su-bong was staring at him. With those eyes of him so hazy and practically begging, it made him think and know that right this instant, Su-bong didn't want only his body.

Nam-gyu nodded, and that was all the permission Su-bong ever needed. Firm hands gripped the back of Nam-gyu's thighs as they were thrown over his broad shoulders, it was as if Su-bong needed this— needed him like the air he breathed.

If he was unfocused before, all of his focus was brought back to reality. The reality where Su-bong buried his face between his legs, an expert tongue flat against his folds before it licked a stripe up his slit. A moan elicited from Nam-gyu's lips, a hand immediately burying itself on the purple hair since he couldn't really grasp onto anything.

Su-bong could have sworn he would lose his mind just from how good Nam-gyu tasted, shit, he if Nam-gyu accepted getting paid just for Su-bong to have him. His nose buried against the other's clit as he slid his tongue in with a groan, hearing the pleasurable sounds spilling from Nam-gyu's lips, maybe Su-bong was indeed in heaven.

Alternating between licks and thrusts of his tongue, Su-bong finally latched on the other's clit, one of his fingers pressing against his entrance to slowly sink in up to his knuckles.

Nam-gyu clenched around his fingers, as if he was desperate to keep them in. A hand flew over Nam-gyu's mouth as to muffle the series of noises he was letting out. Su-bong definitely did this before, he was doing this so confidently and so easily that it was making Nam-gyu's mind fog up. For a moment, he felt bad for the driver in the other compartment of the car, but now?.. maybe not so much. Despite his efforts to stay quiet, the feeling was too fucking good to ignore.

His gaze was dazed and distant, looking at everywhere but Su-bong's eyes. His biggest mistake was to look at them anyways, because the sight was genuinely breathtaking. The man had a determined face and even then, had this wild look in his eyes. It was enough to feel a familiar tightness in his core, making Nam-gyu throw his head back as the hand that was on Su-bong's hair forced him closer, if that even was possible.

The only sounds heard in the car was either Nam-gyu moaning or the obscene squelching sounds, Nam-gyu began grinding his hips against Su-bong's face, eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of it all. His thighs were restless, especially when Su-bong sunk a second finger just as equally deep as the first one. Nam-gyu didn't know if he wanted to press closer or squirm away from just how intense this all was. But either way he couldn't move, all due to one of Su-bong's arms pressed around one of his thighs, holding him down.

It was fucking pathetic how Nam-gyu was whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Everything was muffled as if he was underwater, he felt too good to bother. He locked his eyes with Su-bong again, who let out a groan against his cunt. Nam-gyu shuddered, shit, he was so close—

And then the car came into a halt, making Su-bong pull back. Nam-gyu whined in protest as he lost the feeling of Su-bong's fingers and mouth on him, but he was quickly shut with a heated kiss as Su-bong pulled up his pants. Nam-gyu was so fucking horny it physically hurt. The throb in his pussy was insistent, strong, shit had he really gone that long without sex?

"Why'd you stop?" Nam-gyu said with a frown and even annoyance in his voice, and Su-bong gave him a stupid grin full of teeth before kissing his jaw, close to his ear. "Maybe because the car stopped.. we're here. But then again, maybe you were too fucked out on my tongue to notice. Especially when you moaned like you were in heat."

Nam-gyu's face earned a bright tint of red at Su-bong's words, smacking the other's arms as he opened his mouth to clearly argue back against the statement, albeit knowing it was nothing but the truth. But their lips met again in another kiss, and this time, Nam-gyu could properly and definitely taste himself on Su-bong's tongue. A knock on the window was heard before they even got too heated, the driver announcing they had arrived, and Su-bong pulled back.. still with that damn cheeky grin. This time, he leaned in directly in his ear, enough to make him shudder, and whispered;

"I have enough money to pay you to have you staying on display in my bedroom allll day, and I most definitely could pay you to let me eat your sweet cunt for hours, mm? Would you like that?" Su-bong said in a breathy voice, it was deep and a bit raspy, making Nam-gyu feel a tingle down his spine. "I'd be between your legs so much that instead of complaining, you'll be crying for me to stop. But then again, you'll probably like it." And with that, Su-bong pulled away. Taking Nam-gyu's hand into his as he led the other out of the car.

Disheveled, flushing, and panting, Nam-gyu met the driver's eyes. Thankfully, his face was devoid of any emotion, even if Nam-gyu knew he was moaning loudly enough for the older man to hear. A man could certainly hope, right?

The sight in front of him momentarily had him dazed, making him forget about a lot of things in the moment. The building was definitely fancy, it shone bright and was well decorated. It had beautiful details, details that Nam-gyu was sure that even a single piece standing outside for decoration was worth more than he was. Su-bong chuckled, but didn't mention it further as he hastily dragged Nam-gyu inside. He greeted a few people along the way to the elevator, some staff doing the same as they politely bowed towards each other. Normally, Nam-gyu would feel extremely awkward and out of place, but he really just wanted Su-bong's hands roaming everywhere around him once again— so he really couldn't bring himself to care at this point.

The ride inside the elevator felt excruciatingly slow, his grip tight on Su-bong's hand. He was definitely just as eager as Nam-gyu was, considering how he would impatiently squeeze Nam-gyu's hand back from time to time. 

The door to the elevator dinged open just in time, to his relief. By now, Su-bong was just rapidly dragging Nam-gyu through the halls until they stopped by a particular door.

Su-bong's hands stubbornly shook as he slid the key inside the keyhole and twisted it. Hastily opening the door, he tossed the keys aside and shut the door with an unintentional slam when Nam-gyu walked in. The poor man didn't have a chance to admire how fancy the whole place was before he was swooped up in the other's arms, maybe Su-bong was even more horny than he was, after all.

In matter of seconds, he was thrown against the bed with an oddly gentle care. The blankets and mattress felt comfortable against his hands, it was definitely some kind of velvet. The rustling of clothes called Nam-gyu back to reality, only to see Su-bong standing there shirtless. He definitely went to gym, having a toned and defined upper body. Su-bong not only had a great personality but he was fucking hot. These same hands were back on him, undoing the buttons of his pants and carelessly throwing them aside along with his underwear, despite having previously been naked seconds earlier— he still couldn't help feeling a bit exposed.

Air felt a bit scarce as Su-bong slid off his shirt, Nam-gyu couldn't help feeling overly conscious over the two scars shaped in crescents there. But it was way better than when he still had his boobs, dysphoria wasn't as bad anymore. His shirt was also thrown on the floor somewhere with his clothes, leaving him bare for the air to caress his skin.

Su-bong stared at the man beneath him, all of the weight in the world seemed to be in those beautiful black eyes and Su-bong felt like he was swept off his feet. Nam-gyu was still somewhat panting, his once neat hair was sticking everywhere but most importantly, around his head like some sort of halo. His chest heaving and falling, hands slightly gripping the sheets in anticipation, and Su-bong decided right there that Nam-gyu wasn't too far below the gods. Matter of fact, he likely was one. "Shit," Su-bong mumbled as he pressed his face against Nam-gyu's neck, kissing the skin there as both of his hands held his waist firmly.

"You're fucking divine, you know that?" Nam-gyu gaped his lips, his heart stuttering in place as he processed the words. He got called a lot of things throughout the course of his life, hot, pretty, gorgeous— but being called something such as this in such a raw unbridled way, a way that sounded so genuine, tugged at his heart.

"Su-bong— please." Nam-gyu whined back, those words were all sent straight to his core. He wasn't aware he had a thing for getting praised and worshipped like this, but he wasn't complaining. Those warm and open mouthed kisses became bites, etching and craving themselves on his skin with a pleasurable sting of pain.

Su-bong was everywhere, his mouth marking the pale skin of his neck, his shoulders, his collarbones— and then he finally pulled back, panting slightly with a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're fucking gorgeous, you sure you're not a god in disguise?" Su-bong genuinely asked, fingers tracing the marks under his chest with an utter tenderness Nam-gyu swore he would cry.. not only from his eyes, of course.

"Su-bong, shit— please, just fuck me." Nam-gyu said with a frown, it really wasn't his fault when his cunt was throbbing too fucking hard just from how turned on he was. "Needy." Su-bong mumbled in reply as he latched on one of his nipples, a moan tearing from Nam-gyu's throat. Initially low, but when Su-bong slid in two fingers inside of him again with no warning, it essentially grew higher in pitch.

His thighs shook as Su-bong shoved his fingers deep enough to reach that spongy spot inside of him, crooking and scissoring in an almost teasing manner. He could feel his erection pressing directly on the thigh he was hovering over, and Nam-gyu really just wanted to be fucked dumb over and over again by this man.

Su-bong pulled back, smirking at Nam-gyu who was by now grinding his hips down as much as he could against his fingers, a hand coming up to caress his cheek in an almost mocking way. "You gonna cum, baby?" With those words, he sped up his movements. The palm of his hand slapping against Nam-gyu's already tortured clit with each thrust.

Nam-gyu nodded, gripping the sheets as moans tore from his throat. The knot in his core slowly unraveling, "Come on, cum around my fingers, you earned it." And he did, hard. Nam-gyu's eyes nearly rolled back (they probably did, but he was too out of it to even tell.) As his thighs tried to clamp shut out of pure instinct, gushing around Su-bong's fingers.

Su-bong worked Nam-gyu through his orgasm, watching Nam-gyu squirt and pulse around his fingers with genuine awe. Peppering his face in kisses, down to his jaw, neck, and stopping at his shoulders. A grin plastered on his face as Nam-gyu finally came down from his intense high. He eased his fingers out, earning whines of what looked like overstimulation and bringing his fingers to his mouth as he sucked them clean. "You taste real good, y'know?" Su-bong murmured against Nam-gyu's shoulder before pulling back to look at him in the eyes. Nam-gyu looked a little out of it, maybe it was that good in the end. "You with me?"

Nam-gyu slowly snapped back to it, the initial haze of his orgasm fading as he was met with Su-bong's grounding eyes. He nodded, although he was barely catching into the words. He propped himself up on his elbows, chasing after Su-bong's lips as they met with a kiss. It wasn't soft, nor tender. But it wasn't feral either, instead, it exhaled the feelings unspoken; passion, may-haps. And definitely lust.

With a surprising ease, as Su-bong allowed it, Nam-gyu slowly swapped their positions so he was properly sat on his lap. A hand burying itself into the mix of purple and black hair while the other deftly unbuckled Su-bong's belt and unzipped the zipper of his pants, and with a minimum help from the older man, he shoved them down along with his boxers, whom Su-bong kicked somewhere in the room.

Breaking the kiss apart and yet without breaking eye contact, Nam-gyu grabbed the other's already red cock— the poor thing already leaking. And Nam-gyu couldn't even judge him, he was fucking sopping wet. Pumping it once or twice in his hand as Su-bong let out quiet groans, he pressed it slowly against his entrance before he began sinking down.

Moans and grunts from both of them were heard in the room and yet they still stared at each other. Su-bong held Nam-gyu's hips firmly, thinking he had never looked so divine. He felt like gummy around him— and shit, he was tight. He would have guessed it had been a little while, and the thought almost made him smile. Almost.

"Shit— you're s'big" Nam-gyu groaned into Su-bong's neck, he felt so fucking stuffed and full and yet Su-bong was only halfway in. "Relax, just take a breath, 'kay?" Su-bong said as he as gently as possible, eased Nam-gyu down into his dick. Rubbing circles on his hips with his thumbs, after what felt like an eternity, Su-bong bottomed out. Pulling Nam-gyu in for another kiss to help him distract himself.

The pain was stinging, it definitely had been more than months since Nam-gyu had sex with someone. But it was good, that was something he couldn't deny. But it slowly eased away as they kissed, forcing himself to focus more on the feeling of Su-bong's lips on his than the slightly uncomfortable feeling. "Sh- shit.." Su-bong said with a breathless moan, eyes darting to see Nam-gyu perfectly adjusted on his lap. 

"You feel good, fuck," Nam-gyu moaned, lifting his hips a tad shakily before dropping down. Su-bong's hands aided him on the movement, although he did let Nam-gyu work it in his own pace. "Fucking christ, you're a dream." Su-bong said with a groan, head hitting back against the headboard and fingers tightening around the other's hip when he let out a sound equal to a whimper.

The initial pace was slow, a measured drop and rise of hips that had them both moaning and allowing them to savor the feeling. But then again, it only took a few moments for that pace to change into a much faster one. In question of seconds, Nam-gyu was going faster and faster until he was practically bouncing on Su-bong's lap. Mewling and moaning helplessly, it was a hell of a fucking sight.

Su-bong took a little while to appreciate Nam-gyu's appearance before anything else, the way Nam-gyu had his arms thrown over his shoulders, the way his eyes were glazed and unfocused, sometimes rolling back.. the way his lips, already swollen and red from kissing parted to let out the most sinful moans Su-bong has ever heard.. he swore Nam-gyu could make a pornstar feel ashamed. And the way he was nearly drooling, fucking himself dumb on Su-bong's cock as if it was his life purpose.

Tugging at Nam-gyu's hair for a split second, he watched the latter whine at the feeling before being pulled into a messy and sloppy kiss. It was as if they were trying to swallow each other, maybe that's how both of them wanted it to be. Su-bong dug his nails into Nam-gyu's skin, hoping that it was strong enough to leave a mark— any mark he could leave on this being that Su-bong so dearly believed was a god. And maybe the altar was Nam-gyu's hips, where Su-bong worshipped him.

Nam-gyu moaned breathlessly against the kiss, his movements all jerky and uncoordinated as he got closer and closer. And as their lips parted, Nam-gyu was coming for the second time— and fucking hard. To the point his vision was all blurry and Su-bong became just a flash of purple hair.

Su-bong groaned as he felt Nam-gyu squeeze the life out of him, his cunt gripping his dick so tight he would have guessed Nam-gyu never wanted to let him go. He bit down on the other's shoulder, thrusting up as their bodies moved in sync. And then he finally released, pushing himself as deep as he could go before flooding the other's insides. It was an addictive kind of feeling, one that Su-bong definitely wanted to get used to. "Good job— shit, good boy"

Nam-gyu whimpered at the name, their bodies altogether slowly halting to a stop. For a few moments, both of them stayed still, starstruck. Nam-gyu was the first to move, whimpers and moans he tried so hard to suppress falling from his lips desperately until the other's cock limply slid out of his cunt, biting his lip at the mere sight of it.

Su-bong observed it just as well as Nam-gyu did, his tongue kissing his teeth as he watched his cum slowly slide out of Nam-gyu's gaping and spasming hole. "For someone who was dying to get fucked, you're really wasteful, y'know?" Su-bong murmured as he pushed two of his fingers in, earning an overstimulated moan from Nam-gyu who smacked his shoulder. "Asshole.. I'm still fucking sensitive."

But really, Su-bong couldn't care less. Tapping Nam-gyu's clit with his thumb, "Get on your knees and hands." It was an authoritative kind of voice, demanding, too. But not forcing, if Nam-gyu wanted to stop there, Su-bong would stop. But a wicked grin spread on his lips as Nam-gyu did just exactly as he was told to, maybe he might as well keep Nam-gyu all to himself in his bed.

"Tsk, maybe you really would like being in my bedroom, wouldn't you? Fucking slut." Su-bong murmured, not even giving the other a warning before he pushed himself straight in with a groan. His hand, heavy and willing, slapping against the skin of his ass. 

Nam-gyu let out a surprised yelp at that, he shouldn't have enjoyed it but.. he weirdly did, the sting of pain slowly fading away only to be etched again. "F-fuck!— Su-bong!" A broken moan tore from his throat, and this time, Su-bong wasn't letting him take his time.

The thrusts were relentless, nearly wild if not more than that. The combined feeling of his insides being ravaged and the sharp smacks against his ass were too much. His upper body slumped forward, leaving his ass perked up as he gripped the sheets below him. His thighs shook, Nam-gyu for a split second believed he would pass out and slump forward completely if it wasn't for the firm grip of one of Su-bong's hands so tight on his hip. "F-fuck, Su-bong— it's too muc- ahn!.. shit, slow down!-" 

And yet the older man made no move to slow down, he didn't had intentions to, after all. Another demanding hand smacked against Nam-gyu's ass, tearing moans from the back of the other's throat. Su-bong watched with satisfaction as the once pale skin became a blooming red, deciding to give the poor boy a break and moving his hand to press Nam-gyu's head against the mattress. "You take what I give you, hear me? You asked for this."

A shiver ran down Nam-gyu's spine at how deep and rough Su-bong's voice was, his eyes prickling with tears as he moaned uselessly like some cheap slut against the blankets. The grip he had there was enough to make his knuckles whiten. His mouth opened and didn't even close again as a series of 'ah, ah, ah's' left his lips. His mind was blank, the only thing etched into it was Su-bong deep inside of him, Su-bong pressing his face down, Su-bong who was now pressing kisses down his spine. Su-bong, Su-bong, Su-bong. Everything was him, he was everywhere.

Pulling Nam-gyu's head back by the hair, Su-bong kissed his shoulder as he watched him practically drool, pathetically sobbing as he clenched hard against Su-bong's dick. The sight was nearly enough to make Su-bong cum right there and then, but he held it in. "Come on, touch yourself f'me." Su-bong instructed as calmly as he could despite how restrained his voice sounded.

Nam-gyu nodded, or at least tried to. And even as he felt highly overstimulated and out of it, two of his fingers pressed against his clit, jerky and deft as he rubbed himself. Nam-gyu swore his soul got sucked out seconds later when he came once again, nearly passing out as he kept gushing around the other. Su-bong moaned and grunted as he fucked Nam-gyu through his orgasm, all it took for him to cum too was a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, cumming to the feeling of Nam-gyu's gummy walls gripping him as if he was going to disappear if it let go.

Despite the haze of his orgasm, Su-bong kissed the side of Nam-gyu's neck as he slumped forward, murmuring sweet words as he heard Nam-gyu genuinely sob of pleasurable overstimulation.

"Think you can do one f'me, baby? Just one more?" Su-bong asked as he stilled his movements, letting Nam-gyu come back to reality. The raven haired man shook his head, overstimulation slowly drenching up his brain. Sobs left him as he completely ignored the drool leaving his parted lips.

Su-bong eased himself out of the other, flipping him on his back only to be met with the most fucking erotic and yet still infuriatingly beautiful sight. A sight that knocked air out of his lungs.

Nam-gyu's eyelashes were wet, his eyes were shining with tears and they were slightly bloodshot. They had an alluring shine to them, and Su-bong found that Nam-gyu was fucking gorgeous when he cried. There was drool etched on his cheek from the previous moment, his chest heaved and fell in a rapid pace. His lips red and swollen, sweat on his forehead and hair sticking to his face. And Nam-gyu still was the most beautiful man Su-bong had ever laid eyes on. "Come on, baby, just one more and I'll let you rest."

Nam-gyu whined in protest, shaking his head as he sniffled. But with just a little bit more of convincing— a few sweet words here and there, he was agreeing. "Just one more.. i'm fucking tired." Nam-gyu murmured with a furrow of his brows.

Su-bong nodded, kissing his cheek and wiping his tears tenderly with the back of his hand. This time, maybe it wasn't because Su-bong wanted to fuck Nam-gyu, he wanted to downright worship the god that somehow ended up in his bed. Nam-gyu's eyes fluttered shut with a throaty moan as Su-bong slid himself back in for what felt like the tenth time only tonight, and he cursed himself mentally for agreeing with this at first, but Su-bong didn't move at first, catching Nam-gyu off guard.

Instead, the purple haired man began descending kisses down Nam-gyu's neck, slowly and throughly. So gentle that Nam-gyu thought that for a second, Su-bong was treating him like a piece of frail art. "You're so gorgeous, shit." Su-bong murmured against Nam-gyu's heated skin, determined to leave his lips in every single inch there was. "If I knew you were friends with Mi-na's girlfriend, I'd have taken you for myself a long time ago." Su-bong said as he kissed the scars Nam-gyu was so insecure of, gentle, and willing. As if he was trying to make Nam-gyu carve into his brain that he was perfect, even with the small crescent scars beneath his chest.

And Nam-gyu thought he might begin sobbing all over again, especially when Su-bong finally began moving as slowly and tenderly as he could, and yet deep— in a way Nam-gyu actually could feel just how deep inside he was, and just how big Su-bong felt— stuffing his poor cunt full. "I'm not religious or anything, but fuck— I think I want to worship you everyday of my life." Su-bong said as he placed one of Nam-gyu's legs over his shoulder, his gaze holding so much care, something so undeniably sweet, that Nam-gyu's heart couldn't take it. Nor the way his chest felt like it would burst.

"Would you like that? Fuck— staying with me? Let me worship like the god you are? Honestly, you're not too below that." Su-bong said with a shaky laugh, mixed with a moan as he moved himself quicker. His free hand caressed Nam-gyu's body, tracing every scar, every stretch mark in view, every little detail. And committing them to memory.

"Su-bong— yes, shit! Yes, yes, yes— please!" Nam-gyu chanted over and over again, careless about the tears spilling down his cheeks as he felt Su-bong's thumb firmly press against his clit, circling it slowly in soothing motions. The feeling of it all was genuinely overwhelming, in a good way. Dragging another orgasm out of him as he chanted Su-bong's name over and over again as he came for the fourth time only tonight.

Su-bong's breath hitched, gripping Nam-gyu's leg firmly as he tossed his hair back, overstimulating himself with a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt once again, in a way that felt right, and came. Slowly fucking his cum inside the other with gentle and little thrusts until he stopped fully.

Dropping Nam-gyu's leg down, none of them moved for what felt like an eternity, instead.. they just stared at each other's eyes in a moment of unspoken emotions. "Good job, you did so well f'me" Su-bong was the first to speak, already peppering kisses all over Nam-gyu's face as he slid out of his pussy who spasmed and clenched around air, leaking out his cum. Nam-gyu was out of it, too out of it, to be honest. He felt half unconscious and half conscious, just barely catching onto Su-bong's words.

"Stay here, I'll run you a bath." Su-bong said with a smile even though Nam-gyu could barely move a muscle. Showering was just as tender, his hair was washed throughly like every part of his body. All with the utmost care. His hair was dried with a blow dryer and he was changed into some clothes that were a little bit too big on him, and finally, he caught up with the moment when he was in bed.. laying next to Su-bong. Face pressed into the other's collarbone.

Su-bong was absentmindedly tracing circles on Nam-gyu's arm as he hummed quietly, inhaling the shampoo scent emanating from his freshly washed hair. "Do you still want to go to college?" He asked abruptly, making Nam-gyu pull back to look at Su-bong in the eyes. "If I had the money, I'd keep going." He said a little bit resentful, knowing he'd have to quit.

"I'll pay for your tuitions, and you can also.. stay with me, if you want. I meant it when I said I wanted you for me." Su-bong said sheepishly, fully expecting a 'no' or 'we only slept once, get lost.' From Nam-gyu. But in reality, Nam-gyu gave him the most beautiful smile he could muster up along with a chuckle and nodded. "If you wanted to date me, you could have just said so. Going to college is just part of the package."

Su-bong smiled back, shaking his head before burying his face into Nam-gyu's hair. "Alright, guess I'll be living with a future lawyer, then."

Nam-gyu was the first to fall asleep, lulled by the good feelings and how light his heart felt. And Su-bong slept right after, observing Nam-gyu's face until slept caught him too.

And if the poor driver ever heard them previously? That was for him to keep it to himself. (With a little bribery of an extra payment.)

-

BONUS!!!

Nam-gyu groaned as he sat up straight, rubbing his eyes as he felt arms draped over his waist. He sighed as he looked at Su-bong, reaching for his glasses and phone left on the nightstand. Clicking on his phone, he was startled to see the amount of messages and missed calls from Se-mi, shit.

Calling the other girl back immediately, he barely had the chance to say hi as Se-mi asked; "Did you guys hook up?"

In the back, he could hear Mi-na giggling. So all along.. they had been planning this. Ever since the car ride where Mi-na whispered something to Se-mi, tsk. Clever little bitches. But he still couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. "Se-mi!" He scolded, a huff leaving his lips.

But Nam-gyu didn't mind it, not at all. Especially when he got a caring boyfriend along the way.

[pigfartsviatardis]

Viktor didn’t want to think about what possessed him to buy the flowers.

Come to that, he didn’t want to think about what possessed him to venture out heinously early in the morning and walk through the little market near the academy.

Well, alright, he was out of bread and running dangerously low on coffee. But it was less than an hour past sunrise! It was unheard of for Viktor to wake up at such a time. To still be awake from the night before, sadly, yes. But to get out of bed and go strolling through the market like some sort of… morning person? Bizarre. Obscene. Inexplicable.

Well. Maybe not inexplicable.

“Hearthold Day!” the woman selling flowers nearby was shouting, as though to remind Viktor exactly why he’d been distracted and antsy for days, barely able to sleep the previous night, and found himself wandering with a lost expression through the market on this accursed day. “Get your sweetheart some pretty flowers to show you care! Happy Hearthold Day, everybody, get your fresh flower bouquets here!”

Viktor leaned on his cane, chewing anxiously on his lip as he stared at the colourful display. Damn it. Hearthold Day had always been a day he preferred to ignore, being a celebration of love and connection, which had been pretty much entirely absent from his life since his parents passed. He never had any family or friends to give silly little gifts to or meet up with, let alone a partner to present flowers to.

A partner. Jayce.

Viktor scolded himself for misusing the word in his own head. It didn’t mean that. He and Jayce were research partners. Not… anything else.

Although… they were also friends, Viktor mused as his eyes wandered over petals and leaves. And Hearthold Day, while marketed heavily towards lovers, was also about friends, family and anyone else who could be considered a loved one. So…

“Wanting to buy some flowers for a special someone?”

Viktor jumped, tearing his gaze away from the yellow tulips he’d been staring at. The flower seller was smiling expectantly at him, leaning forward over the riotous rainbow of blooms and foliage. He swallowed, then looked back down at the tulips. Such a bright, happy, optimistic colour. They looked how Jayce felt. How Jayce made him feel.

“Yes, please,” he heard himself say, nodding and gesturing awkwardly at the tulips.

So, that was how he found himself walking into the lab half an hour later clutching the bouquet to his chest, terrified that Jayce would already be there, already wondering what had possessed him to buy the man flowers on Hearthold Day.

He’d forgotten the bread and coffee, too.

The lab was empty. He exhaled in relief, hurrying over to Jayce’s desk. There was already a small pile of cards and letters and even some gifts there, presumably delivered with the morning post; tokens of admiration from the many, many staff and students at the academy who had a crush on Jayce Talis.

Viktor sneered at the sight, rolling his eyes with his usual disdain for anyone mooning over his research partner just because he was handsome-

He stopped and looked down at the flowers in his hands, which he was about to lay down on the desk. Shit. He was no better than the mooners.

Well, at least he wasn’t sending a card or gift to a stranger just because of some silly crush, Viktor told himself half-heartedly. He was giving his best friend a token of appreciation. Platonically. Although… the longer he stood there, staring down at those stupid flowers, the more he thought it was all too obvious that his appreciation was pathetically not very platonic at all-

“Viktor! You’re here so early!”

Viktor stiffened, then slowly turned with the air of a man facing his doom. Jayce stood in the doorway, eyes huge and unblinking. Viktor cleared his throat, folding both hands over the top of his cane in front of him to stop them from shaking.

“Good morning, Jayce,” he said in a tone that he was immediately aware sounded weirdly formal. “I was just. Um...”

His eyes fell to what Jayce was holding, and he trailed off, eyes narrowing slightly. An obnoxiously large box of chocolates. A heart-shaped box. For Janna’s sake, did people have no self-respect? Handmade chocolates were hideously expensive, and the box was just too much. Which one of Jayce’s drooling fan club would bankrupt themselves buying him such an over-the-top, simpering, obviously desperate-

“I got these for you,” Jayce said loudly and in a bit of a rush, holding the box of chocolates out, and Viktor blinked. “Ha-happy Hearthold Day!”

Oh. Oh.

When Viktor simply stood staring open-mouthed, Jayce began to ramble, almost tripping over himself as he moved into the room and towards his desk. “I just figured, uh, you like chocolate - you do, right? And I never see you treating yourself to the really nice stuff, but it’s Hearthold Day, so… yay, chocolate! ‘Cause you can only get the best stuff this time of year. Ignore the box, it was just, um, the best flavour options-”

He stopped in front of Viktor, whose round-eyed gaze moved from Jayce’s flushed face down to where his grip was denting the box he was holding slightly. He had no idea what to say.

“What were you- oh,” Jayce said, peering around Viktor at the little collection on his desk, including the flowers. His expression turned uncomfortable, one of his hands releasing the chocolates to scratch awkwardly at his neck. “I don’t know why people… ah, I guess it’s nice of them, but… I don’t even know any of them! I mean, come on, flowers? Really?”

He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes, shaking his head. Viktor swallowed, throat dry, and turned to carefully pick up the flowers.

“These are from me,” he said quietly, and he only managed it by looking down at the tulips instead of at Jayce. He could feel his own face turning warm. There was a beat of silence, then-

“You got me flowers? For Hearthold Day?”

Jayce sounded absolutely aghast. Viktor half-turned away, hunching in on himself with embarrassment, wanting very much to disappear on the spot. “I just… saw them in the market and…”

“They’re- I love them!”

Viktor went still, then risked a cautious glance at his lab partner, who wore a look of shocked delight. “You do?”

“Yes!” Jayce enthused, beaming at him, aglow. Viktor felt dangerously warm just looking at him, felt an answering smile tug at his own lips. “No one has ever gotten me flowers before.”

“You did not seem so impressed by them when you saw them on the desk,” Viktor pointed out.

“I thought they were from some random stranger!” Jayce stepped closer, eyes shining with earnest affection. “I didn’t know they were from you, Viktor.”

“Yes, well… they are,” Viktor said softly, and he could feel the besotted smile he was wearing as he held out the flowers, but he couldn’t seem to remember how to control his own face. “Happy Hearthold Day.”

Jayce scooped the flowers up in one arm, proffering the chocolates with the other hand, grinning, eyes sparkling. “Happy Hearthold Day! I hope you like them. I made sure there was a coffee one in there.”

“Thank you, Jayce,” Viktor whispered, smiling down at his first ever Hearthold gift. Suddenly, the silly ribbon-wrapped box didn’t seem so obnoxious. The flowers didn’t seem like such a terrible idea, either, when he was watching the golden yellow colour reflect on Jayce’s skin as he half-buried his face in them, looking overjoyed.

Perhaps Hearthold Day, Viktor decided, wasn’t so bad after all.

Neither of them expected to give each other gifts

[koyagifs]

𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

pairing: jongho x reader au: idol | friends to lovers | genre: fluff word count: 1.1 k synopsis: a harsh break up should have stopped jongho from pursuing you but it didn’t. it fueled him even more - to prove you deserve the world & more. warning(s): fluff, sweet tooth rotting - literally will get cavities.

Jongho’s jaw tightened the moment he saw you standing at his door, tears streaking your cheeks. His heart ached at the sight of you, his hands curling into fists at his sides as his anger bubbled beneath the surface. You stepped inside hesitantly, your voice shaky as you spoke.

“He just—he said it wasn’t working,” you choked out, your sobs breaking up your words. “But I know it’s because of Valentine’s Day. He didn’t want to—he didn’t even care enough to try.”

Jongho clenched his fists tighter, the thought of your ex’s cowardice fueling his rage. A week before Valentine’s, and that’s how he ends it? Pathetic. He wanted nothing more than to storm out and teach the guy a lesson, but he knew better than to leave you here like this.

You sank down on the edge of his bed, hiding your face in your hands as the tears kept falling. Jongho took a steadying breath, forcing himself to sit down next to you. His anger could wait—right now, you needed him.

“He’s an idiot,” Jongho said firmly, his deep voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “A complete, clueless idiot. You deserve so much better than that.”

You sniffled, peeking at him through watery eyes. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jongho said quickly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a tear away from your cheek with his thumb. “He just didn’t see what he had, and that’s on him. Not you.”

His touch was gentle, his expression softer now as he looked at you. Despite the fire in his chest, he wanted to be your calm—the person you could lean on when everything else felt like it was falling apart.

“Don’t cry over someone who didn’t see your worth,” he added, his voice quieter now. “Save your tears for people who deserve them. People who’d do anything to make sure you never feel this way again.”

You blinked at him, his words sinking in as you wiped at your cheeks. “Thank you, Jongho,” you whispered, your voice cracking just slightly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jongho swallowed hard, fighting the urge to tell you everything he felt in that moment. That he’d never let anyone hurt you like this again. That he wanted to show you how you should be treated—how he would treat you if you let him. But instead, he settled for pulling you into his arms, his chin resting gently on the top of your head.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Always.”

Jongho’s palms were clammy as he glanced over the setup for the tenth time. The red-and-white checkered blanket was spread perfectly on the grass, weighted down by the basket packed with your favorite snacks and a bouquet of fresh flowers he’d spent way too long picking out. The cool breeze ruffled his hair as he paced back and forth, stealing glances at the park entrance every few seconds.

What if this is too much? he thought, running a hand through his hair for the fifth time. What if she’s not ready?

The memory of your tear-streaked face a week ago played in his mind, and he clenched his fists at his sides. He’d spent every moment since then trying to think of how to make today perfect for you. He wanted you to feel cherished, loved—even if you weren’t ready to fully open your heart again.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out with shaky hands. It was a text from you: “I’m almost there! :)”

He exhaled slowly, trying to calm his nerves. It’s just Yn. You’ve been there for her a million times before. But this time felt different. This time, he wasn’t just your friend. He wanted to be the one who healed the wounds someone else had left behind.

The sound of your footsteps approaching made him turn around, and when he saw you, his breath hitched. You were dressed in a soft, flowy outfit that made you look effortlessly beautiful, and the smile on your face when you saw him sent his heart racing.

“Jongho!” you called, waving as you approached. “This is… wow. Did you do all this for me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I just… I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve it.”

Your smile widened, and his nerves melted away when you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug. “Thank you,” you whispered. “This is already the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

Jongho felt his chest swell with pride as he hugged you back, his grip just tight enough to let you know he meant it when he said he’d always be there for you. “I’m glad,” he murmured. “Because you deserve nothing less.”

You playfully shoved Jongho’s shoulder, the soft blush still on your cheeks as you smiled up at him. “Stop being all serious. You’re making me feel like I’m the one who should be giving you something special today,” you teased, trying to brush off the warmth creeping up your neck.

Jongho’s grin widened, and he leaned back on his hands, looking at you with that protective, affectionate gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. “Well, you already gave me something special. Just being here with me—this is enough. More than enough.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a soft laugh in your voice. “You’re such a sap.” You scooted closer to the picnic spread, eyeing the food. “But, if you’re offering, I won’t say no to some snacks.”

Jongho laughed, his nerves melting completely now that you were here, and the mood between you was light and easy. He reached over and handed you a plate with your favorite sandwiches. “I knew you’d go for the food first,” he teased, watching you take a bite happily.

“Well, you did put a lot of effort into this picnic. It’s only fair,” you said with a wink before you softened, your gaze shifting back to him. “Really, Jongho. Thank you. For all of this. I feel like I’ve been running on empty lately, but today, you’ve made me feel… full again. Like everything’s going to be okay.”

Jongho’s heart clenched at your words. He wasn’t doing this for any reward—he was doing it because you were his. He wanted to be the one who reminded you of your worth, even when the world seemed unfair.

“Anytime,” he whispered, his voice steady. “As long as you need me, I’ll be here.”

You smiled, your eyes softening as you met his gaze. And in that moment, it didn’t matter if it was Valentine’s Day or any other day—it was the two of you, in the quiet comfort of each other’s company, with a bond that was already stronger than words could express.

[luveline]

Jadee would you be up to a good old fainting fic w our lovely broody miguel? 

—spidergirl gets sick and miguel is there to catch her, 1.4k

“I could get you one of those, you know.” 

You sniffle with a tissue held to your nose, standing across from him, having just been to the bathroom for a concerning amount of time, “What could you get me?” 

You're sick with laryngitis again, your throat sore and voice hoarse, but you’re wearing it well, little sign of your sickness beyond your increased usage of balsam tissues and your two-day t-shirt (and your sore nose, and the occasional tear edging its way unbidden from the corner of your left eye). 

“A super dog.” 

“You’re gonna get me a puppy?” you ask, swiping aside the e-reader and mini fabric pouch that fell into your seat as you left. 

“Come on,” he says, holding out his arm. 

You sit down and back under his arm again. Miguel doesn’t know much about love besides wanting it badly (and living what isn’t meant for him), but this is where you should always be. “Do you want a super puppy?” he asks, a pinch in his chest relaxing as you melt into his side. 

On screen, the super puppy in question barks erratically. You like these movies, citing a deep love for the romantic background plots and the adorableness of the lab puppy as it barks its way to victory. Miguel honestly cannot believe he’s watching it, but then you cough next to him and he remembers his reasons. 

“I can’t take care of a puppy.” 

“I’ll take care of the dog,” Miguel says.

“Don’t be whipped.” 

Sick, and you still say things with your strange sweet whimsy. “I’m not whipped,” he says, “I just want you to feel better.” 

“And when I’m better we’ll still have a puppy.” 

“I’ll rehome him.” 

“That’s not funny, Miguel,” you say, turning to him, shifting your leg where it’s underneath you to be a bit taller. “Can I put my face here? I won’t breathe on you.” 

While it did take a superbug to make you sick, your super powers, your healing and strength, aren’t as dialled up as most Spider’s would be. Miguel probably won’t catch it because he has a stronger immune response, and so he lets you put your face in his neck without comment. 

“We could keep the dog,” Miguel says. 

“Yeah? I worry you’re too busy for a pet, O’Hara.”  

“What do you mean? I look after you.” 

“So funny,” you murmur, rubbing your nose against his shoulder. He barely feels it, and somehow a contentedness springs from your touch. “I look after you.” 

It’s true, and he doesn’t refute it. Miguel’s not sure what he’d do without you, too addicted now to your company. It’s not like he had a choice when it came to wanting you, didn’t he try his hardest not to feed into the whole crush? You’d twirl into his laboratory with a paper flower for his desk and he’d send you away, the memory of your hand brushing his arm stuck on repeat. He does want you, and he did choose to kiss you, as he chose to be with you —you fell into his bed in a way, but loving you is as many parts consciously done as it is helpless.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asks. 

It’s not like Miguel to beg for things. You shift in your seat, hands on your tummy, peering at him with a thread of suspicion and more obvious adoration. “I’m okay,” you say, parts of your voice shadowed and scratched, like an old CD playing back. “I feel better just sitting here with you, and you know that.” You reach for his cheek. “Mi cielo,” you murmur, smiling bashfully, stealing his most pathetic, most precious pet name, “it’s not so bad. I’m gonna be back in working order before you know it.” 

“It’s not about that,” he says, catching your hand to press to his lips. 

“I’m basically fully healed,” you say, giving his palm a kiss and then, all of a sudden and without his consent, using his shoulder to shoot onto your feet. “I’m gonna make us matching banana split Sundaes with the glacé cherries and hot fudge, and we’ll eat them right here– on…”

Miguel grabs for your elbows as your eyes roll back. 

His gasp is sharp. The pain in his chest sharper. Your knees buckle and it’s all Miguel can do where he’s sat to stop you from slamming down onto your ass, a folded pretzel of a girl defeated by a heavy head. “I have you,” he says through gritted teeth, nearly toppling into you as he rises and arranges you carefully. When you’re safely set down, Miguel stands and bends and drags you up into his arms awkwardly. You’re scarily limp, reactionless as he manoeuvres you onto the couch, laying you flat and long over the cushions. 

“Sorry,” he says, his heart pounding hard, yours a slow, careless thing as always in your chest, “sorry, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, slipping his hand behind your neck. “Ah, why do you do this to me?” 

Your breath comes sluggishly from between chapped lips. Miguel watches it like a hawk. 

“Can you hear me?” he asks. 

Lyla, blessed, awful Lyla, would be a godsend right about now if he hadn’t barricaded her (with some extreme difficulty) from appearing during the evening hours unless there’s an external emergency. She’d tell him you’ve only fainted and he’d snap that he knows. She’d calculate when you’re most likely to rouse and he’d tell her she’s a glorified chatbot. 

A moment later, you wince. 

“Ah, my head,” you say hoarsely. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Hurts.” 

“What kind of hurt?” he asks. 

“Why are you shouting at me?” 

Miguel takes a short breath. “Sorry. Your head hurts how, mi cielo? Throbbing?” 

“You didn’t let me fall, did you?” 

“Of course I didn’t.” 

“Stop biting.” 

He lets his forehead fall against your chest. Lost for words, he hugs you to him, hit by the horrible thought that you could’ve hit your head, could’ve never woken up again. The horrible reality of life is that it ends all the time and for stupid reasons. But you’re okay. You’re talking. Your heart beats under his ear, slowly rising in rate. 

You bring your hand up to scratch weakly through his hair. 

“Sorry,” you say. Your voice is so ridiculously fragile. He holds you tighter. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, I am, I knew I felt dizzy and I got up like an idiot.” 

“You’re not well.”

“No.” 

“It’s not your fault that you’re sick… You can’t say sorry.” 

“Well, I am.” 

He drags his head up to check you over. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly. 

“Yeah.” Your eyes shut. “No, I don’t know. I feel awful now.” 

“What can I do?” 

“That thing where you kiss my stomach to tickle me would be nice.” 

He thinks about it. Miguel doesn’t tend to do it unless he’s feeling particularly gone for you —when he forgets himself. When it’s all about making you laugh. Miguel rubs his nose against the soft of your sternum and promises himself he’ll tickle you later. 

“Can you please just let me take care of you?” he asks quietly, lifting his chin to plead with you eye to eye. 

You blink. “I– yeah. Okay, yeah.”

Miguel gathers his bearings and stands to collect the things he needs to do that, but he gets caught a step away, spinning on his heel to make sure you’re alright, and then bending down to kiss your forehead. “Idiot girl.” 

“I love you.” 

Miguel holds your cheek in his hand, unable to return the sentiment anymore than he does. “All I want is to look after you,” he says.

You know what he means by that. You turn your head to kiss his hand. 

[ierofrnkk]

So… puppy little sad Steven alone in Valentine’s Day Jorking off while crying pathetically

I mean Steven and valentines!

Ana you sly devil, you……

of course hehehehe

Maybe Next Year

Steven Grant (~800)

Summary: Steven’s alone on Valentine’s Day again this year.

Tags: 18+! Masturbation (male), brief mention of porn, crying, Steven crying a lil while he’s jerking off, dacryphilia (?) if you squint, slight angst bc Steven is lonely

a/n: yeah yup. uh huh.

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Valentine’s Day. The day of love, or, more accurately: the day that everyone else is in love and seemingly enjoys shoving it into every single person’s face.

Needless to say, Valentine’s Day is not Steven’s favorite holiday.

Cheap, tacky red and pink hearts were plastered all over the museum, in every shop, even on the front door of his apartment building. The day seemed to mock him, the fact that he was painfully single was not forgotten that day.

He couldn’t even manage a date, not even for the night; not after the last dating fiasco, at least.

Steven’s night was arguably the most sad in all of London; he picked up some dinner for himself—a little vegan wrap from the corner shop that he’s grown quite fond of—and spent his evening at home, alone.

He tried whatever he could to make himself feel better, but nothing really worked as well as he’d hoped it would.

He read some books, spoke to Gus for a while, even put his favorite show on the TV, but all of it made him feel that much more alone.

He even resorted to watching some porn, hopefully something in his favorite rotation of videos would help him feel a little less lonely. He clicked through a few videos, the super-secret ones, the ones with the soft voices full of praise and far-too attractive women.

The sight of everything, of course, garnered the reaction that tends to happen when you watch porn alone in your room.

He was already pretty hard, and figured there was no time like the present to take care of it—not like he had anything else planned for the evening.

The last video had begun playing by the time he slid his hand beneath the elastic of his sweatpants and boxers, though Steven wasn’t paying much attention to what was on the screen.

His eyes, for the most part, were either closed or focused up onto the ceiling as he took his aching cock into his hand, stroking himself slowly.

It was nice, obviously, but not exactly how Steven wanted to spend another Valentine’s Day.

Alone, in his room, jerking off.

He worries his lower lip between his teeth as he continues, having established a pace with his hand that he knew would get him to finish quickly.

The thought that this is what he’s doing, while everyone else he knew was on a date—at the very least, out somewhere with the potential to score a date, or even get laid.

He twists his wrist, focusing the slightest bit more attention on the sensitive, leaking head of his cock. He knows that it won’t be very long until he’s finished.

As if he didn’t feel pathetic enough, he can feel the ache in his chest, the stinging pinpricks of tears in his eyes as he continues to think about everything that’s gone wrong in his life, leading up to this point.

His eyes are wet with tears, now, rolling from the corners of his eyes down the sides of his face as he lays back with his head against the pillow.

The two sensations are warring within him—the increasing tension, the heat in the pit of his stomach as he works himself closer and closer, and that empty ache in his chest, leading him to cry because he’s feeling so terribly alone.

The last video’s finished by this point—not like he was watching it anyways—the room relatively quiet besides the sound of his breathing and the muted noise of the city through his windows.

Steven can feel himself getting closer, the coil in his stomach tightening further and further as he strokes himself, imagining what it might be like to have somebody else do this for him, for a change.

It doesn’t take much after that for him to find his climax, spilling his release all over his hand and a bit on his stomach.

The labored breaths as he comes down morph into soft, shaky inhales as the surge of emotion combined with the intense feeling prove to be too much for him to handle.

This, he feels, is the lowest point in his life.

After taking a few moments to collect himself—at least somewhat—he sits up in bed, grabbing a few tissues to clean himself up and tossing them in the bin next to his bed.

He shuts his laptop, gets dressed in his coziest clothes—a sweater that’s far too big for him, and some warm flannel pants—and settles himself onto the couch in front of the TV once again, snuggling up with the soft pillows and comfy blankets.

Maybe, he thinks. Maybe next year’ll be better.

Thank you for reading!

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[m0ssxz0mbie]

I've had the realisation that Jayvik and Merthur are Literally The Same Ship. Just in different fonts.

THE PARALLELS!! THE SIMILARITIES!! I KNEW when i was reading Jayvik fanfics that something was familiar. i'm like a crazy conspiracy theorist.

Minor disclaimer, tho Merlin is one of my favourite shows, I have not watched it in a while. I also binged Arcane a month ago, but those who know me irl (if ur reading this, hello bbygurl), know that the way I watch shows and movies is cursed. SO-- if things do not seem to be the most accurate to canon, fanfic is MY canon. also,, SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MERLIN BBC AND ARCANE.

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ARTHUR // JAYCE

- Both come from the upper class of the society within said media. Arthur is the literal prince (later king), and Jayce is sponsored by a well-standing family (and later becomes the founder of Hextech + a councillor)

- Wants to improve the lives of all people regardless of status, class, or ability. Arthur, tho wary of magic, wanted to protect druids, which he acknowledged were peaceful and not corrupt. Everyone portrays him to also care for peasants and people with lesser status when he is king. You really see this in canon with Merlin, Gwen, Knights of The Round Table, etc. Jayce wants to use Hextech to improve the lives of those in Piltover and Zaun via the use of magic.

- Experiences expectations of others within society which make them do bad things. When Arthur is the prince, you see many instances where he wants to do the reasonable, morally correct thing (for the situation in this POV), and he cannot because of Uther's demands and expectations for him. Jayce has expectations placed upon him by the council to use Hextech for their own gain rather than what he and Viktor wanted to use it for.

- HIMBO. What more needs to be said? NONE. BUT I DON'T CARE, I'll say it anyway. Arthur is literally a himbo knight who swings big sword. Jayce is a himbo engineer who swings big hammer. Both rush into danger and never listen when their sassy twink says something has bad vibes (literally any cursed magical place for Merlin, and the Hexcore for Viktor).

- Both are absolutely OBSESSED, WHIPPED and SMITTEN for their twink. Again, this doesn't need explaining, but I will. Arthur, which is established well into the first episodes of Merlin, has scared off every manservant before Merlin. All the servants were probably good at their job. Yet mans keeps Merlin for 10 YEARS. Merlin calls him thick all the time (both in the physical and mental sense) and sasses him ALL the time. Merlin gets away with so much, not only from Arthur but Uther too??? Uther for sure knows Arthur is ATTACHED. In the first year of knowing Merlin, Arthur literally tries to sacrifice his life for Merlin (Merlin does the same). Jayce did originally wanna help improve the lives of people with magic, but I don't think he even thought about the people of Zaun until Viktor mentioned it. Mans instantly agreed and INSTANTLY called it "their Hextech dream" VIKTORS has BEEN HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES. Jayce moves FAST.

- Both date an independent woman while desperately longing for their twink. We love Gwen here, she is the best. Best Queen, the best person, just The Best. Mel is a complicated character, who is badass in the ending, no denying that, just very stinky she manipulated Jayce for her own gain. Both were badass women who I think needed more screen time cause, at times, they were very much pushed to the side. Both Arthur and Jayce are such pathetic simps, longing for their men, and tbh, both Gwen and Mel knew, there was no hiding it. Especially cause in Merlin BBC, most characters have a crush on Merlin at some point in their life while knowing him.

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MERLIN // VIKTOR

- Both come from the lower class of society, which faces the brutality of those in power. Merlin is a peasant, and does get mistreated because of it, usually from other knights or nobles coming from out of Camelot. HOWEVER, mans main worry is the fact he has magic, literally is magic itself, and lives in a place where it is ILLEGAL. But he also experiences brutality by being Arthur's servant, and someone doing the Knights job better and stopping anyone from killing Arthur. Viktor comes from Zaun, which is the lower class of the society in Arcane, most of its problems are directly caused by the fact they are oppressed. Viktor not only receives discrimination because he is from Zaun but also because he is disabled.

- Both have an older mentor who provides them a home and sanctuary. Merlin has Gaius, his Uncle, the court physician, who lets him become an apprentice, teaches him more magic, and provides a home when he becomes more unsafe. Thinking about it, being in a kingdom where they kill you for having magic is probably better than being enslaved to be in an army and to use your magic as a weapon. Viktor has Heimerdinger, who is his mentor, to which Viktor is his assistant. Viktor gets provided accommodations in Piltover, presumably at the academy they are at, and is able to use his talents, especially when Jayce enters the picture.

- Both are sassy as FUCK. Merlin is the sassiest with Arthur, always teasing him, calling him a cabbagehead or a clotpole, the banter is STRONG with Merthur (i LOVE banter). Viktor is also super sassy as well, especially to those who don't appreciate him, or his and Jayce's work.

- They both would do ANYTHING for the future they have envisioned (with their bfs). Merlin would literally do anything to keep Arthur alive, even listening to THAT BASTARD KILGHARRAH, FUCK THAT DRAGON. Mans contemplated killing a child, you could even say he has betrayed his own kind in many ways. Merlin loses himself to make sure Arthur is safe, he is SO ready to die for him, to be nothing more than a servant forever, just so he could be by his side. Viktor removes free will from people so that he can create the most peaceful world, mans really just wanted a world where he could have Jayce, as it was the conflict between Piltover and Zaun that made they split apart.

- They both are Gods. This kinda ties into the last point. But Merlin IS MAGIC. He is the physical embodiment of magic. His druid name means immortal. The druids treat him as a leader, a god. Viktor becomes Jesus and performs miracles for people to better their lives, he becomes the physical host for the Hexcore.

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BOTH

- Both ships are doomed yaoi. again, what more do I need to say? Merlin has waited 1,500 years for his man to come back to him, and Jayvik is,, in the astral plane??? dead??? Hence why fanfics exists, both ships need their happy ending, fix-it fanfics.

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The parallels not only between the characters themselves and how certain people portray their character in fanfics are insane. Especially the way Arthur and Jayce simp for Merlin and Viktor.

NOW, after reading all that, you may have noticed the colour of the names, and yes, BOTH JAYVIK AND MERTHUR ARE A RED/BLUE SHIP. Which solidifies my points even more.

(I have seen Jayvik x Be More Chill fanart, I've seen Jayvik x Star Trek fanart,, has anyone considered jayvik x merlin bbc fanart???? 👀👀👀👀)

[vodika-vibes]

You Don't Have To Worry

Summary: You hate being confined to bed, it makes you feel pathetic and useless. Boba has opinions on your feelings though.

Pairing: Boba Fett x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1561

Warnings: Reader is described as having hair long enough to pull into a knot and it's "fluffed" by Boba at one point. Reader wears fine silks, but there's no stated gender. Reader gets migraines based on how my migraines go.

A/N: I love boba and I have a migraine forming, so I squished both together and created this.

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The worst thing about living on Tatooine, in your opinion, aside from the rampant crime, the miserable heat, and the sand that gets everywhere, are the twin suns that sit high in the sky.

Why?

Because when you have a migraine, there’s no possible way to avoid the light.

It’s constant.

All consuming.

And it’s pushing you to start your villain arc if you’re going to be completely honest.

Boba won’t mind. Hell, he might even help if you word it correctly.

He’s great that way. 

You roll onto your stomach and bury your face in your soft pillows. Every movement is like someone is stabbing a knife into your brain through your eye. Maybe, if you smother yourself, the pain will go away.

The Chrono next to the bed chimes annoyingly, and even that noise is enough to make you groan in pain. Blindly, you scrabble for the small device to turn it off, and then you grab your comm and squint at the screen.

You have a meeting in two hours. One that you swore to Boba that you can handle for him. 

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck.

Slowly you sit up and roll out of your bed, literally in this case, as you just sort of sink to the floor while wrapped in your thin blankets.

This is fine.

Who cares if the room is spinning? You can handle it. And the nausea is easily ignored so long as you don’t try to eat or drink anything. And, so long as you don’t move your head too much, the pain is hardly noticeable. Ish.

You take a long moment to untangle yourself from your blankets before you drag yourself to the fresher to shower and make yourself presentable as Boba’s Riduur.

Luckily, you can do your morning routine blindfolded. 

Body and hair are washed, and then your hair is styled and twisted up off your neck. Lotion, to keep your skin from cracking due to the dry air, and makeup, because you do have to look like you belong next to Boba. You elect to skip your perfume, knowing from experience that the scent will make you throw up, and instead apply a little more lightly scented lotion.

Then you drape your body in the fine silks that Boba buys for you and pull on the sturdy boots that Boba and Fennec insist you wear under your fine clothes, and you stop and stand in front of your full-length mirror.

There. Perfect.

You look, every inch, like the Daimyo’s Riduur. Perfectly styled and coifed.

And, you did so without crying or throwing up.

You deserve a gold star.

Now. All you have to do is get through this meeting without showing that you’re in pain. Easy.

At least, it’s easy in theory.

Half an hour later, you’re having some regrets as the men you’re meeting with are both very loud and very drunk, and you’re torn between stabbing them to make them shut up, and stabbing yourself to make the pain go away.

Much more distressingly, you can feel Boba’s gaze on you.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve gone out of your way to make sure that you look fine, and that you’re using all of your skills (developed over years of working retail) to keep a placid smile on your face.

Boba knows that there’s something off with you.

Of course, he does.

He has a sixth sense when it comes to you.

If he finds out, for sure, that you’re working with a migraine he’s going to scold you. And this will be just another burden your Riduur will have to bear.

So you shove the pain to the back of your mind, and you smoothly get the meeting back on track.

Though, in the end, it doesn’t matter.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Boba interrupts the meeting and sends the businessmen on their way with a curt, “We’re not interested.” As soon as the room is empty, he pulls his helmet off and pins you with a severe look.

You avert your gaze and absently twist a strand of hair between your fingers. It’s so hot, already, that your hair is already falling out of the knot you put it in. 

“You have a migraine?” It’s not a question, for all that it’s phrased as such.

“I’m fine,” You reply immediately, turning your head to look at him, only to wince at the stabbing pain in your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.” You try to reassure him, but his expression only grows more severe.

“It is my job as your riduur to worry about you.”

“Well, yes, but—”

He presses his hand over your mouth, “You’re going back to bed. Have you taken anything yet?”

You sigh and your shoulders droop slightly, “No.”

“Why?”

You twist your lips but don’t answer him. Can’t answer him, really, around the lump in your throat. All you wanted was to prove that you could stand next to him without adding to his troubles. To prove to all of the people who claimed that you don’t belong next to Boba wrong.

And you can’t even do that right.

Boba sighs, a heavy noise that has you cringing internally. 

“Come along, riduur. Let’s get you settled back in our room.” Boba’s hand is light as it settles on your lower back. He doesn’t seem to mind that you don’t want to answer him.

The walk back to your room is long and quiet. A part of you appreciates it, your head hurts so much that any talking sounds like torture to you. And a part of you can’t help but worry if Boba is actually that mad at you.

Once you’re both in the bedroom, Boba carefully pulls your hair out of the complicated knot you pulled it into earlier and uses his fingers to fluff your hair, then he peels you out of the fine silks you’re wearing and pulls one of his shirts over your head.

It’s only after he sits you on the end of the bed and starts wiping the makeup off your face that he speaks again, “Do you feel like telling me why you didn’t take your medicine yet?” He doesn’t sound angry, just mildly curious.

You shrug a single shoulder.

He lightly taps your chin, “Head back, riduur, I need to get to your eyes.”

You obediently obey him, your eyes closing as you tilt your head back.

He’s quiet for a bit longer as he cleans your face with the same meticulous detail that he pays when he’s cleaning his armor, “You know, we got that medicine to help you with your migraines, riduur.”

“It makes me tired.”

“There you are, I was worried that someone stole your voice,” He sinks to his knee in front of you, his dark eyes scanning your face, “I’d rather you be tired than in pain, riduur.” One of his hands rests on your knee, and you absently trail your fingers over the top of his glove.

“I know.”

He swiftly tugs his glove off and flips his hand so he can take your hand in his, “So why would you allow yourself to stay in pain? Talk to me, riduur. I can’t help if I don’t know the problem.”

“I just…” You trail off, “I promised that I would handle it—”

“Riduur, we were never going to agree to the deal, the meeting wasn’t so important that you needed to torture yourself.” Boba’s voice is so gentle with you that you want to cry.

“I didn’t want to add to your burdens.” You admit, “And my migraines…” You trail off, “I’m sorry, Boba.”

“You don’t have to apologize for getting migraines, it’s not your fault.” He kisses your hand, “but, I’m very curious to hear who, exactly, called you a burden to me.” His voice is still very light, and conversational, but there’s an undertone in his voice that you’re very familiar with.

Something dark and dangerous. 

Something you haven’t heard in his voice since he stepped up as Daimyo.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” You start, “I’m not worth it—”

“I disagree. You’re my riduur and someone made you feel like you’re lesser than you are. That is very much worth my time.”

You’re quiet for a moment, and then you sigh, “Just some people I grew up with, and some members of my family.” 

He nods but doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he kisses your hand one more time, and then goes into the fresher and returns with a single foil packet. “One pill, right?”

“Yeah.”

He hands you the packet and makes sure that you take the pill before he ushers you back into bed and tucks your blankets around you, “I’ll bring you lunch in a couple of hours. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

You release a soft laugh, “I promise.”

“Good.” Boba kisses your temple, “Love you, riduur.”

“Love you too, Boba.” He kisses you gently, and then pulls away. He takes a moment to make sure that the thick curtains are shielding the room from the suns outside, and he dims the lights, and then he’s gone.

And you, well with the twin suns blocked from entering the room, and your medicine running through your system, you slowly slip back into the waiting arms of slumber.

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[rypnami]

So, elaborate for me.. Why Leander? Make me see it? Because I can't.

oh . ohohohoho. OHOHOHO. i have actually been gnawing at the bit for someone to ask this eventually because i could go on and on and on and on and on etc about why i latched on to him specifically!! i'm gonna put a wholeass essay under the cut for whoever cares!

so. why do i love leander so much? there are a few reasons. first of all:

he's a massive loser. i have always loved characters that are pathetic little guys, and the minute i saw him i could just tell he was a stupid dumb idiot who was going to need a defender.

i also, quite frankly, see a lot of myself in him. i was bullied in school, and i often acted a lot like he does. i tried to make myself look better than i was (especially in front of new kids at school), i overcompensated for everything, and generally being kind of annoying? so this all makes me think that he almost certainly gets bullied. i mean, we have the summoner's court kids basically saying he's the biggest loser around, zenobia calling him untalented, and in his first proper interaction with MC he almost gets himself crushed to death by a dragon skull. poor baby.

i always viewed his interactions with MC as him finally seeing the opportunity to make a new friend, but not quite knowing how. he already seems socially awkward to me (and bonus points, i HC he's autistic as well), and MC is THE cool new kid. by the time you properly meet him, MC has survived a dragon attack, single handedly taken down a troll, and depending if you've already started doing side quests, has been running about the highlands solving everyone's problems easily. i imagine he feels quite insecure, and so he tries to make himself look better (i.e. i definitely would have beaten sebastian in that duel, i fight with honour). also, he clearly doesn't think before he speaks, and so i think he just unintentionally comes off as a bit rude? like his comment about slytherins, if your MC is slytherin, then he immediately apologises because he didn't stop for 5 seconds to consider what he was about to say.

this bit from the art book basically confirms all my HCs about him being an insecure dork, which makes him very endearing to me!

i think a lot of these behaviours are just because he's, at the end of the day, a stupid teenage boy who doesn't know where he belongs. also in my HC he's got older siblings that are very accomplished, which on top of him clearly not being very good at magic and having basically no friends except garreth, probably doesn't help :(

obviously, he's not for everyone. but for me personally i just see him as a stupid baby who will eventually grow out of his insecurities and his more childish behaviour. either way i will always adore him and give him all the smoochies<3<3