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# HOW BATBOYS REACT TO YOU WEARING THEY'RE COLOR ââ .⊠( eg. nails, clothes, anything âౚà§ËâĄË )
a/n: so I first did a small idea of this (here) and then I thought why not do it based off this anon (here) so yeahh, anyways I kinda fell so off course like genuinely I need to make more batboys content, tags: (batboys x reader)
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DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŠ
Dick notices instantly. Heâs hyper-aware of the blue.
âWait, are those nails painted Nightwing blue? Babe, did you do that for me?â Cue the biggest grin youâve ever seen.
Compliments you non-stop. Heâs not subtle about how much he loves it.
âYouâre really pulling off my color, you know. Almost makes me think youâre trying to steal my spotlight.â
Gets extra touchy holding your hand, brushing your hair back, etc. âYouâre so cute I canât even deal right now.â, âItâs just blue and black colored nails dick.â
If itâs a clothing piece, heâll joke, âMatching outfits for day? Say the word, and weâll be Gothamâs most fashionable duo.â
JASON TODD ââ .âŠ
Jason notices but plays it cool at first. âNice color choice,â he says casually, though heâs dying and resurrecting inside.
If itâs your nails âYouâre carrying my whole brand on those hands. Should I start paying you royalties?â
If itâs clothing, âCareful, babe, wearing red this well might make you a target and you might be mistaken for me.â But his smirk shows heâs all for it.
Low-key proud youâre repping his colors but doesnât know how to express it well. Might just stare a little longer than usual.
Ends up pulling you closer while murmuring, âYou look good in my color. Too good.â
Secretly starts thinking of ways to return the gesture, like wearing something in your favorite color. (Heâs hoping itâs not absurd neon colorsđ)
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŠ
Blushes immediately. Heâs not even subtle about it. âWait⊠is that red because of⊠me?â
Obsesses over the details. âDid you match your nails to the exact shade of my suit? Thatâs, like, the coolest thing ever.â
Super flustered but also unbelievably touched. âI didnât know you liked my colors that much.â
If itâs a clothing item, heâd be stunned for a moment before saying, âYou look so⊠wow. Youâre killing it.â
Gets a little shy but canât stop glancing at you all day. Ends up fiddling with your hand if itâs your nails.
Might text you later "Thanks for making my day with that. You didnât have to, but I really, really loved it.â
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŠ
Notices instantly but acts unimpressed. âHmph. So youâre inspired by me today?â
Low-key thrilled but refuses to let you know. If itâs your nails, he might sarcastically say, âSubtle.â But heâs secretly staring.
If itâs clothing, âGreen suits you. Perhaps you should wear it more often.â Itâs his way of saying you look amazing.
After some time, heâll let his walls down. âItâs not awful⊠You look better in my colors than I do.â
Will absolutely brag to Alfred or the others about it later. âClearly, they understand quality when they see it.â
Ends up gifting you something else in his colorsâmaybe a scarf or braceletâjust to see you wear it again.
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŠ
Bruce notices immediately but doesnât say much at first. Heâll just give you that classic Bruce Wayne smirk.
If itâs clothing, heâll subtly comment, âYou look good in black. Suits you.â (High praise from him)
If itâs nails, heâll gently take your hand and examine them. âInteresting choice. Are you sending a message, orâŠ?â
Deep down, heâs really touched but doesnât know how to express it. Might make a dry joke like, âSo youâre my sidekick now?â
Later, when youâre alone, heâd admit, âItâs nice seeing you in something that reminds me of⊠us.â
Low-key loves the idea of you wearing his colors often. Heâd never say it outright, but his actions like buying you more black and yellow pieces make it clear (to a point half your dresses were either black or yellow even youâre gold jewelry has yellow hints and accentsđđ)
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#dc#batboys#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson#nightwing#nightwing x reader#nightwing imagine#red hood x reader#red hood#batboys x reader#jason todd headcanon#tim drake x reader#tim drake#red robin x reader#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne imagine#bruce wayne headcanon#tim drake imagine#tim drake headcanon#red hood imagine#red hood headcanon#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson headcanon#damian al ghul x reader#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#damian al ghul#batfamily
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Gently, Please
Summary: Jayce is at a breaking point now that heâs on the council, he wasnât expecting all of this responsibility put onto him. He goes to the place (and the person) that puts him most at ease.
Authorâs Notes: For some reason I struggled with this one and I wasnât really sure why. I feel like theyâre a bit OOC, but you guys can judge that or let me know if Iâm overthinking it. đ€ I feel like I write a lot of angst/comfort tickles, someone should tell me to write some sass with Jayce and Viktor one day, I feel like itâd be fun.
Thanks to the anon for giving me this prompt! I hope you like it. :)
Words: ~1,300 | AO3 Link
Jayce couldn't take much more.Â
He missed being in the lab with his partner. Being in the council was fine, he supposed. It gave him a lot of opportunities to help with their Hextech research outside of the lab. Getting investors and funding really helped.Â
But honestly? He'd rather be in the lab.Â
That's how he always felt - he wasn't used to telling others what to do, wasn't used to all this responsibility. He needed a break, even for an afternoon.Â
And that's what he intended on doing as he made his way to the lab - his second home - pushing the doors open upon entry.
Viktor was working away - as usual, he practically lived here - his back turned to Jayce. As Jayce approached, he could see Viktor was messing with⊠some sort of new device at the workbench.Â
The sound of Jayceâs footsteps alerted Viktor, resulting in him swivelling around in his chair, pushing his goggles up to his forehead.Â
âHello, stranger,â he commented, looking Jayce up and down. âI haven't seen you in a while - mm, how are things with the council?â
Jayceâs expression changed to something troubled. âIt's a lot to take in. I'm not used to all of this. If I'm being honest, I'd rather be here.â
âWould you be comfortable talking about it?â Viktor enquired, using his cane to lift himself off his seat, and then lifting himself to sit up on the workbench, waving a hand to offer Jayce his seat.Â
Jayce sat down, the chair bouncing a little as he lowered his weight on it.Â
âI didnât ask to be on the council. I know thereâs a lot of benefits to it. For our research, for me, for you. This is all new to me, though.â Jayce leaned over, laying his head down on Viktorâs lap, the other placing a loving hand gently on his head. âIâm a symbol - an icon now. Iâm the Man of Progress, making Piltoverâs future brighter. But itâs a lot of responsibility I didnât ask for.â Jayce let out a sigh as he finished speaking.
âItâs a lot to take on, thatâs why I try to not be in the public eye,â Viktor spoke, carding his fingers through Jayceâs hair. Viktor knew it soothed him in times of heavy stress. âI apologise for that. Perhaps if I did, you wouldnât be bearing this feeling all alone.â
âNo, Vik, itâs fine. I wouldnât want you to feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on you,â Jayce moved one of his hands to rest on Viktorâs knee. âI just have to bear it. For us, for our work. For our Hextech dream.â
âIâm always in the lab if you need someone to discuss this with, Jayce. All you need to do is ask, and I will always assist you when you need it.â
âIâm grateful youâre on my side, Viktor.â Letting out a relieved sigh, Jayce closed his eyes. âItâs good to get things off my chest. Though, it didnât make me feel as good as I thought it would.â
âMm, Is there anything I can do to make it better perhaps?â Asked Viktor, his fingers tangled in Jayceâs hair.
Jayce thought for a moment. Well, he noticed there was always something Viktor would do for Jayce whenever he was stressed out. He always struggled to find the words to ask, thoughâŠÂ
âCan you do⊠that thing?â Asked Jayce, craning his head so he could look up at Viktor.
Viktor raised a questioning eyebrow. âThat âthingâ?â
âYeah, you know, that thing you always do whenever I'm stressed out of my mind⊠or when Iâm annoying you too much.â
Viktor tilted his head in confusion at first. He had to flip through his memory for this one.Â
Whenever Jayce was being stubborn or particularly irritable, mainly when Jayce was running low on sleep, Viktor had a few tricks up his sleeve to try to make Jayce relax. Sometimes, he had to pull out the big guns⊠ah, he remembered.Â
Jayce wanted Viktor to tickle him. He realised Jayce had the most roundabout way of asking for it, thoughâŠ
âEhh, you can use your words, you know.â Viktor had to tease Jayce just a little with a chuckle.Â
Jayce moved his hand to cover his eyes with the back of it, his cheeks a little red from the conversation. âIt's embarrassing⊠it makes me feel weak. But I never seem to mind whenever you do it.â
Viktorâs hand trailed from Jayceâs head to the nape of his partnerâs neck, scribbling his fingers against the skin. âWell, how could I decline?â
Jayce was already starting to crack up from the small simple touch alone. âAhaha, can you justâ hehehe, be gentle?â
Viktor scoffed at that. âArenât I always?â
âYeheheah, but extra gentle thihihis time.â Was Jayceâs giggly request.
âWhatever you say.â Gently pushing Jayceâs head so Viktor could slide off the bench, he propped his cane off to the side so he could use both hands. He reached forward, gently wiggling his fingers against Jayceâs sides.
Jayce was already giggling, even more so now. He reached out and latched his hands on Viktorâs wrists, but made no attempt to move his hands away. In fact, it was to keep Viktorâs hands in place. Viktorâs hands moved up to gently squeeze at Jayceâs ribs, causing Jayce to throw his head back and laugh.
âYou know⊠mhm, whenever you want this, you can just say the word. You donât have to bug me while Iâm trying to concentrate. And you donât have to beat around the bush when youâre upset, you understand? Even without saying it directly, I can always tell when youâre in a mood⊠for this.â Viktor wanted to know Jayce was safe to tell him these things.
Jayce nodded his head in reply, scrunching up his nose when Viktor hit a particularly sensitive rib. Viktor always liked to watch his face change whenever he tickled him. He looked different with a carefree smile stretched across his face.
Viktor started to slow down, figuring that Jayce had had enough. He pulled his hands away, placing them on his hips instead. âHow was that? Did it make you feel better?â
Jayce was slowly catching his breath, even gently tickling took his breath away. âYehehes, thank you, VâŠâ he gazed up at Viktor with a smile, getting up from the chair.Â
âItâs definitely a strange thing to ask to make yourself feel better⊠but it makes sense when itâs you, somehow. Very odd, but endearing.â Viktor gently teased and gave a small smile.
Jayceâs heart nearly leapt out of his chest at Viktorâs comments, his face growing more beet red. âAhem, anyway⊠before anyone starts looking for me, why donât I help you out for a while? Knowing Mel, sheâll start wondering where I am.â
âOf course, Iâd be pleased. You havenât been in the lab for quite a while now. I appreciate the assistance, and the company.â
They both wandered over to the blackboard to discuss some new ideas for Hextech. They could be lab partners for a little while longer.
He really missed this.
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This chapter was great i loved it and now a detailed fangirling session lol
FIRSTLY DOGGO I went woth giving the dog away route bc she deserves a better life AND IT WAS SO BITTERSWEET I LOVED THAT hope we get to see more Luna even if we give her away
AND OOOOH I LOVE PLAYING A STOIC MC LIKE JUST ACCEPT THE CRUMBS OF AFFECTION FROM EVERYONE RAAAH
The more i read from each character the more i like them i loooove the cast you created, non-ro's included BC THEYRE SO UNDERRATED The world feels so alive with the characters
I also loooove the layered mystery im on EDGE AND I LOVE IT RAAH SO MUCH TO FIGURE OUT SO LITTLE TIME RAAAH
LASTLY LOYAL TO ROYAL ANON HERE SPLIT TONGUE?!? WAS THIS MENTIONED BC HOW DID I MISS THAT Anyways i wont forget the dance i was promised just saying
glad you enjoyed it!!
Luna probably won't show up much if you give her away but if merc deals with the Vipers again, she might! I wanted the goodbye to be bittersweet even if merc spent little time with her so I'm glad you felt like it was that way <3
I had so much fun having more OCs show up this time around, especially other merc's and people I name dropped (like Petyr, Aurik being mentioned, the Viper you met earlier, Viktor and Vega reappearing if you choose smth specific beforehand). all of them really filled up the scenery fr bc there's nothing I dislike more than a world feeling empty đ
the mystery is definitely starting to unravel bit by bit and probably my fave thing to get into! merc has so many people that could want them dead.
also yes, someone mentioned the split tongue to me a couple weeks back and I totally forgot about it ?? so I had to go back and sure enough, I mentioned it a lot earlier so that detail made a comeback fr
the dance đ© royal saving all of them for merc đ© they were so little in the chapter but the flirting still hit to me
I've also fixed that you've sent! the D thing I resolved pretty early but idk if you have to replay for that to be shown in which case... my bad.
that last paragraph though.... uff. sometimes I write things and they only hit when I go back to look for any mistakes and this one was soooo good. I just have to say it đ
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This may be a strange question but have you ever been bullied in the tbhk fandom? I am having a hard time here
Heya no worries at all for the question! This is an important thing and if you needed to have a place to say it I am happy you did!
I really hope people will be nicer to you :// There is never a good reason for bullying unfortunately it happens a lot on internet QvQ my only advice would be to block those people and/or delete anonymous asks for a while if people are just putting stuff as anonymous :///
To answer your questions, idk if it counts as bullying but I was the target of some stuff like that yep, and tbh I don't really know why. People can have the opinions they want but I will be honest in the tbhk fandom you like a character or a ship that is not 'what everyone in the fandom should like' and people start menacing you for no reason.
A lot of people in this fandom are kids who sometimes don't get what insulting people do. (and not only kids but it is one of the reason, I feel like a lot don't have 'internet basis' like not saying everything about yourself on twitter help.)
Which is also one of the reason I am taking my distances with anyone in this fandom because I had too many unwanted stuff like when I was just trying to be nice and answer messages. It's not because we are in the same fandom that we are bffs.
This is sad to say but yes I don't think you can just have fun 'fun' in this fandom anymore, people will make sure you have a hard time for no reason and honestly I am tired of people who are unable to understand that we aren't just bots on the internet and that Surprise! people have feelings wow
I hope you will be better but don't hesitate to take some time off the fandom a bit ^^ I am being overly dramatic here because I had some bad experiences (I've been in the fandom since the start of 2020 so welp) but a lot of people are really nice and I am sure you can make some friends too ^^ (I did too! even if a lot aren't in the fandom anymore, it's nice seeing mutuals from far away doing their lives)
#I am so sorry for the wait on this ask#I really hope you have a better time now Anon#(and once again bullying is not okay#but there is a difference with people just living their lives and people who are straigth up creeps)#(I shouldn't have to mention basics stuff to anyone to understand that being an asshole is not gonna solve anything)#asks#tbhk#kind of a bad/sad topic but an important one I think#I say that kids are the ones who insult the most but I will be honest my main problem was with someone who was one year older than me lol#anyways this is my experience once again but I am sad to see that some people are being treated poorly ://#I honestly just stopped being active when it happened and honestly I would understand if you have this reaction too#and last but not least#don't let the fandom ruin the og work for you#because it happened way too much for me personnaly and that just makes me sad#(eg: I adore witch hat atelier but I am seeing some stuff from far away and I REALLY don't wanna interact with the fandom#I love this manga too much to be disgusted by it because of the fandom)#this is a lil bit salty but welp no one here should be surprised to see that I don't really like the fandom ahah#And I was a kid on internet once too#I tbh understand at some point to be angry at a lot of stuff and needing a place to talk/to have funB#I never understood the intention of hurting people willingly though#being an asshole and having opinions is different
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Oooh, definitely glee for the fandom asks! <3
Always with the hornets' nests with these ones, I see! Though i don't think there's a fandom out there that isn't in some way a hornets' nest once it gets large enough... hm. Alright. I'm just gonna be as honest as i can be about this, and tag accordingly.
Glee:
my favourite female character: augh. argh. ouph. so difficult. so hard. Since I'm working off of half-remembered show and half recently-rewatched show... its a tossup. Mercedes, Santana, Quinn. Probably Mercedes. She did nothing wrong ever in her entire life <3 well okay maybe except that one time she smashed kurt's car windows (but it was a banger song, though). Can't say Santana because of the Biphobia TM and other things like excessive use of bigotry-based insults, and Quinn. Oh god girl. Cheating is not cool! Funnily enough! So I find them really interesting but 'favourite' is hard to say. Mercedes. Mercedes for sure <3
my favourite male character: Blaine sam blaine sam blaine sam yes. I am imitating ripping petals off of flowers and coming to a conclusion based on which is the last name i said. So I guess that means Sam! But really this is a tie.
my favourite book/season/etc: Mannnnn idk. I don't like shows for seasons as-a-whole. Also i could not tell you what happened in any given season if you held a gun to my head. I'm not good at that. The only shows i know 'seasons' of are Buffy and Teen Wolf because i've watched them like 100000000000 times (exaggeration) for various reasons (mostly fanfiction research).
my favourite episode (if its a tv show): I can tell you my LEAST favourite episode (blame it on the alcohol, thank you Kurt king of biphobia! this is a persona foible it's not the worst episode in the show. by far. by far. it's kind of an average one. I'm just angry at it.) BUT er. Favourite? Idk. Genuinely some of the earlier Kurt-centric stuff was really well done (his convo with Burt... <3) and the Quinn giving birth accompanied by bohemian rhapsody was obviously iconic, but if I'll be honest I couldn't name any episodes of this show (other than That One previously stated, anyway). And yeah most of the time they were named after song titles and No i don't remember those song titles either. I'm just so bad at this. My memory is that of a goldfish's being haphazardly bounced around on a sieve.
my favourite cast member: it would be really funny if I said Demi Lovato [she counts!] but the truth is N/A: i don't know these people !!! They are strangers!! (i don't. follow celebrities. at all. I couldn't even name most of them. They're just people doing a job and their lives are irrelevant to me beyond their ability to perform that job well. I do not need to know where they live and what coffee they drink. Stalker shit tbh. I'm kind of a very private person myself, so rpf-adjacent stuff just... creeps me out. I've never watched a single cast interview in my lifetime and I'm not about to start!)
my favourite ship: Difficult to say! Grave and obvious lie. Blam. It's blam. Quintana is a close runner up though Santana really needs to stop dating people who cheat on the regular (I'll accept Quinn has grown enough not to do this by the time a Quintana coupling would be viable - and satisfying in terms of character arcs - narratively speaking).
a character Iâd die defending: Blaine Anderson did something wrong for sure but like Kurt did it first so shrugs. Cancels out. Bad for each other! Case closed!
a character I just canât sympathize with: genuinely don't remember if I had one of those the first time around because I was like 10 and just didn't pay attention if I didn't care, but Terri and her racist self take that 'prize' this time, alongside the obvious predator in the room [original choir teacher. Sandy? I forget his name immediately after hearing it. He doesn't deserve to be remembered]. Also JBI is just.... a yikes character all around. I mean, he's a blatant stereotype for one, in a the people who wrote this person don't like jews kind of way. Unfortunately common stereotype too, for the era, so not only is he that, he's also lazy. Just a one-note pervert who's the butt of various antisemitic 'jokes' you've heard from era-peer shows a million times over, tired and awful and a sour reminder of bigotry that continues to this day. Really regrettable character who's lack of redeeming qualities was probably purposeful. (I know Rachel and tina are also jewish, but this comes up very rarely and mostly only when santana needs to say something kind of fucked up, as is her modus operandi, for 'comic relief'. Tina's jewish-ness wasn't even canon for several seasons, because she didn't have a surname or a family or anything resembling complex character depth for several seasons. The one time I really remember Rachel's religion being important was when she was pressuring Kurt into believing in some kind of god, which??? don't do that. Bad example. Trying to guilt trip a friend into faith sucks. I take back what i said earlier Mercedes did that too. Boo. Girls try again that was a bad showing all around. Though i have no idea why Kurt went the acupuncture route as his 'secular' option but i think that has to do a lot with the writers doing literally no research ever once in their lives (you can tell they don't by the way they write the football segments of the show, which make no sense according to football fans who watch Glee, of which there are numerous because real life isn't like fiction where you can only like music or sports. Most of the kids in my school year were doing the most of everything ever if they were the 'popular' ones - we do that differently; popularity isn't really based on who know know; for some bizzare reason literally everyone knew who I was? Even people I'd never spoken to?? - but more about like... how much you can do, I guess. Overachievers, but I'm not saying that negatively; these people were generally - generally - very nice, and surprisingly chill for people who had no spare time whatsoever. I'm not entirely sure when they slept; A* across the board, at least one sport, at least one instrument, several extracurriculars, parties every weekend, dozens of friends and an s.o. . Eh? Way too much going on. Scary lifestyle! Impressive burnout rate, probably. Er. Tangent! Back to the scheduled programming).) There's uhhhh there's a lot of bad characters on the show, but i'd say Sandy and Terri and her equally but more loudly racist sister are truly completely irredeemable ones. Like they're not interesting or anything, they're just there to be narrative annoyances (which, in the case of Sandy specifically, is insane. Arrest that man!!! He has actively sexually assaulted minors!!!).
a character I grew to love: difficult to say because I tend to just make an opinion and stick to it. Also i don't remember who i liked at first and who i didn't, this show came out when i was eight. I didn't watch it until I was a little older than that, of course, but I frankly have spotty memory until my late teens, so! I'm not sure!! Quinn, probably. Pink-hair-era Quinn helped me understand her more, and seeing the moments of kindness hidden behind practical cruelty, when you understand her family and situation, makes things make a lot more sense. It takes a lot to get me to sympathise with a cheater, but I can see where Quinn was getting all turned around in her head about life because of her upbringing and socialisation, not to mention the profoundly negative impact cheerios had on her mentally and that the school's culture in general was not exactly a breeding ground for empathy and optimism.
my anti otp: can you tell (klaine). I don't dislike Kurt!!! Please let him have a fun chillaxed boyfriend in new york with his vogue friends. But also please stop attempting to control other people's diets thank you!! Thank you!! I'm of mixed feelings. Blaine and Kurt both did at least one bad, relationship-ending thing, and proved over and over again that they just weren't on the same wavelength in regards to life goals and ways of living it. They can't even share the same living space, which is kind of required for a functional marriage. I don't know, it just seems like they settled for their first proper, serious boyfriend even if that's not really the best match, and I... wish they'd just got to see more of life first, you know? They got married at like 20! Or something! I'm 23, I cannot imagine getting married at 20. That's a baby. Let them live first!
(same for Santana and Brittney, imo. I also don't really like them together because Santana and Brittney have very different ideas regarding monogamy, which is just never going to go down well in the long run. If your girl cheats on you like twenty times and tells you to your face its not cheating in her view of things, but you think it is, break up with her because you'll just make each other miserable. Brittney sort of seems incapable of feeling guilt but if she were, this kind of moral pressure would be Not Good, and obviously Santana isn't comfortable with the idea and doesn't have to be!! Just move on!!! Find other people!!!! Don't marry your first girlfriend if you've broken up like ten times this is simple!!!! Please!!!! But Klaine wins out over Brittana because - in my opinion, glee fandom please do not persecute me, I am known for this specific thing - I see... interactions that verge on abusive between Klaine that I don't see in Brittana. So. Oof? Ex; use of public perception to disguise attack; deliberately hurting Blaine in a stage-combat fencing match (you are not meant to make actual contact in these) and thus using Blaine's own dislike of making his difficulties common knowledge against him in order to 'punish' him. This is no good! Don't do this!!.[Also just to err vaguepost about a comment.... that is. not. what i would call passive aggressive. Physically attacking someone with a sword - no matter the type of sword, fencing foils hurt just as much, they're just not stab-you sharp... er, these days - is just straight-up aggressive.]).
Note that negative things stick in the mind better than positive ones; on a rewatch I may well alter my opinion!
But also I'm really, really stubborn. So it's not likely. Klaine.
#how the fuck do i tag this#glee#glee shite#ask game#anti-klaine#anti-brittana#anti-kurt#though it isn't because i do like him genuinely one of the better characters. he just... doesn't treat blaine great because they're#fundamentally incompatible romantically. and that's fine! but taking this out on each other isn't.#augh. i hate talking about controversial shit a;lksfja;slkf i used to get So Scared of anon hate mobs you have no idea#if i thought something could get that i simply would never ever not one even dare to think it. let alone say it online in a private forum#(dms with my friends) or god forbid a public post#so. this is growth!#you could say i just got a really weird form of catholic guilt about dissenting from public opinion when i was like 14. you'd also probably#be correct! As I was catholic. And all. Not very devout mind you (did not. go to church.) but still#anyways.#... there's so much i could say about brittany as a character but i'd have to rewatch to make sure i was being accurate about her.#so much that isn't exactly glowing commendation. to be clear.#augh. this show gives me so many very very mean thoughts about it. because it does things so very meanly most of the time#it handles beaste well. Coach Beaste is great. 11/10 character#but so much other stuff it gets just so wrong. just so wrong#(also i never finished the show. actually like genuinely i just missed a whole portion of it. so if they fuck up Beaste at some point I hav#not seen I'll be really really mad.)#(I found out about some of the later events-second hand. i don't 100% know how the brittana marriage goes down but i just... don't like it#as a concept. like at all. they're too young and too unstable for that shit.)#(basically; towards the end i was still watching the show on tv. so i missed whole swathes of episodes thanks to how tv works. do not miss#that headache!)#augh. i should shut up now and go to bed. midnight.)#<3 thanks for the ask! Hope i didn't say anything you disagree with too strongly...
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đ€đ€đ€đ€Another one for The Education of a Lady đ€đ€đ€đ€
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we haven't spoken in a very long time, but i dreamt of you last night, so I couldn't help but think of you. I'm not sure you remember me, but i hope life is treating you well these days. take care.
I'm not sure what to say, but I can promise you I have not forgotten you. My time on Tumblr has been a mess full of hiatuses, I admit, but it will always be a place where I met some very wonderful friends, including you. With 100% honesty, I can say the friends I made here are some of the best friends I have ever had, even though most of us don't talk anymore.
It doesn't matter how often I speak with people, or if we never speak again. I'll always remember you, and I'll always think fondly of you and hope that life is treating you gently and kindly.
I hope you had a nice (or at the very least an okay) dream, and I'm glad to know you still remember me, too, regardless of all else.
Take care, love <3
#it will always amaze me#how the little details in a message can speak such volumes#you dont think of it at the time but the way someone speaks and their writing style really is so unique#im sorry if the message got a little bit general in the middle but i really do mean it#i remember every friend i ever made here. i still check up on a lot of them when i can#its not about talking so much as it is knowing you are all alive and well#and it makes me really sad whenever i stumble across a deactivated account#i miss you though and i hope you are in a better place now#i hope i wasnt annoying in your dream#and i appreciate the bravery it took for you to reach out and check up on me#also i just want to throw out there that i dont find the dream thing weird or anything#some people get creeped out by that but ive actually had three or four people mention i was in their dreams#so its just something im vaguely used to that does not bother me or anything#a guy told me he dreamed we were in a haunted house and i just kept telling him 'its fine dont worry'#and honestly thats pretty accurate. cant complain#anyway~ i hope you are well#i hope you are happy and if you are not happy today i hope you will be happy soon#and however that dream may have gone i hope you have better dreams going forward#beautiful anon#neo answers#ask neo
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Not sure if it's okay to send you this ask but I actually feel the same way you do about the end of vol 3 and I've been feeling pretty alone about it. I haven't said much because I don't want to seem like I'm being mean about the movie. I think my issue is the team hasn't spent years and years together. Most of them were snapped for 5 years. When they came back Gamora was dead and then Peter was clearly left suffering and dealing with the trauma for a while. I can live with the idea of "we've all grown to need time apart and want to do our own things" but I don't think the build up and execution was there. Not just for those on the team but also 2014 Gamora who was literally just coming back to the story and finally getting to see who these people were and what her life was once about. Then it's over and it doesn't feel like enough of a resolution. I also don't love how Gamora was treated which is a whole other topic but I disliked how it seems like there hasn't been any issue with her death for anyone but Peter. There doesn't even seem to be any memories of her lingering with the team. I have so many thoughts around this that I'll be thinking about it for a while but man, she was murdered by her abuser and most of her family are victims of abuse and I dont think the aftermath has been handled very well at all. Mostly I think there needed to be another movie In between Endgame and vol 3 to hash out what happened in Infinity War/Endgame and to progress some of the characters more and build up to the more Rocket focused ending where they all part ways. Or vol 3 needed to not be quite as focused on Rocket. Not saying he shouldn't have the most focus, just scale it back a little because other things desperately needed attention.
Oh it's absolutely fine to send an ask about this!!! I'm always up for a discussion, and honestly, it makes me feel better that I'm not the only person not completely happy with the ending, solidarity my friend.
I want to preface this all with I DON'T hate the film, and I thought it was way better on a 2nd viewing, but I really don't think it's a crime to criticize it because nothing is perfect (Vol. 1 + 2 aren't either) But Vol. 3 really has some deeply ingrained issues that should've been dealt with, or at the very least acknowledged, because as it is they really stand out, especially on a second viewing or if you've marathoned all the films together, and they literally drag the film down.
Gunn said on Twitter in response to something that he wanted Vol. 3 to be able to stand on its own without the viewer needing to have seen the other films (and by extension IW+EG) but that is so unhinged when it's literally titled as the third in the series at this point lol. Like it's extremely weird to have let IW+EG affect the Guardians as much as they did and then not even try and deal with the aftermath of it all in the last film featuring (almost) everyone together... ???
He's made it clear Rocket is his favorite and that he only came back to do Vol. 3 because he wanted to finish his story, I don't doubt that's true even if I think having a single character be more important than the others is the wrong choice and leaves the whole story as a trilogy a bit lopsided. But even so, if that's the case then it's crazy to not even have Rocket's thoughts on all of these things that've happened in the last decade as if it wouldn't be traumatic to lose your loved ones for years, and how hard it would be to readjust to life after it all. I kind of can't see him letting everyone leave so easily at the very end, especially after he almost died, so I'm just left feeling confused at the choice at best and vaguely unsatisfied at worst.
Maybe Gunn didn't have as much control over their appearances in IW+EG as he says he did. Maybe they really did completely derail the road to Vol. 3 and he just won't admit it, but the film as it is doesn't help in any way by pretending nothing there happened at all. I don't see any logical reason for the audience to just go along with "For some reason Gamora left, she might've died but also maybe not, who knows. Peter is sad and the rest of the team want to move onto something else. " and then the only hint at that last part is... Mantis telling Peter to go see his grandpa, so that leads to everyone else having a change in goals too, huh. I know it's not meant to be forever, and we're to assume everyone keeps in contact with each other, but the ending really makes it feel like no, we'll never all be together again, so bah.
And concerning Gamora, I agree with what you've said. I could write an entire book with my issues of her overall treatment in the narrative and the implications of her character from the comics getting adapted like this, but I'll spare you the speech and just say the TLDR is everything starting from IW onwards concerning her (the specific framing around her murder and then time travel bringing in 2014-Gamora, and the complete lack of acknowledgement about either version of her from the rest of the team) never should've happened. It's all such a mind-boggling choice, I can't get over how much of an afterthought Gunn made her at the very last minute.
It's funny you mention the need for another film to deal with the emotional fallout of everything post-Vol. 2, because absolutely, but they kind of had the chance??? I realize the Holiday Special isn't film length and is meant to be the calm before the storm of everything that's to come, but in a post-Vol. 3 world I can't stop thinking about how it was SUCH a missed opportunity to not have that be the sobering moment for the characters to talk about everything that happened in the years everyone was snapped. It could've even been the perfect time to plant the metaphorical plot seeds of everyone wanting to go and do their own things after what happened because they just can't make life feel the exact same as it was before, and understanding things can never be the same after something like that.
Even the last lines of the song used in the Holiday Special feels more appropriate for the Guardians as a family struggling to keep it all together (and trying to deal with the sudden loss of Gamora) than it relates to Peter and Yondu, in my opinion.
I would have preferred a more out-there story in general, something to give everyone equal stakes in the plot, but I do think Vol. 3 could have stayed overall the same if any of this was addressed or even mentioned in one or two lines of dialogue somewhere. Because as it is, it really feels like we missed something important between it all, but we didn't from what we we've been shown. I don't think it would have killed Gunn to include a quick moment where someone just says to Peter "I miss her too and I get everything's been way harder lately, but you can't let it grind your life to a complete halt like this." or something!! ANYTHING!!!
And if we absolutely had to stick with the time displaced Gamora plot... When she was snooping around on the Bowie by herself i dont get why she didn't get to see some old photos or something of the team during happier times (including 2018-Gamora specifically) and realizing that they really are going so far to save Rocket because they genuinely love him, and once upon a time they loved her too. 2014-Gamora getting to see the life she very nearly COULD have had within mere hours in her own timeline (without the threat of Thanos ever taking that away, mind you) but having to come to terms with the life she's made with the Ravagers in the present day. That would've been a more appropriate arc for her, I think, then her presence in the story wouldn't have had to only center around what Peter lost and nothing else and we'd at least get the idea that the others still had her on their minds even if they outwardly "moved on."
But also? Another missed opportunity to not have a moment when 2014-Gamora is in a battle with the other Ravager leaders mirroring the hallway scene with the Guardians that could have been when Peter (and the audience) "get" who she's currently more comfortable with in a basic sense, but... you know... it is what it is or whatever.
#guardians of the galaxy spoilers#vol 3 spoilers#gotg spoilers#lex thoughts#gotg thoughts#universe: mcu#ask tag#anon#i hope my ramblings make sense I've tried to coherently put my thoughts on the movie together for a while now#i wouldn't say im fully over it and i dont think i ever will be but im coming to terms with it or whatever#from how i speak about it youd think id hate the film I DONT!!! It's got really good things in it but i just cannot overlook the things-#-that bother me about it. genuinely i find the stuff with gamora straight up upsetting in a way that's hard to put into words#and i had expected better for her at the end but. you know.#i just care about the whole team in general đ i would like to say it was perfect like most everyone else but i cant#and i understand we have the benefit of having had all this time to expect more from vol 3 and gunn did not when writing it#but idk the only thing that feels like gunn had set in stone from the start is everything with rocket up to right before the team breaks up#if you asked me in 2017 that this is where it was going i also wouldve said what???#vol 3 wants to so badly be âlet's meet in the year 2000 won't it be strange when we're all fully grownâ but it's more-#-like a friend (by pulp) :'/
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After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.
A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!
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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.
âCareful now,â it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. âDonât pull the IV off.â
You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. Itâs a man, but your blurry vision doesnât help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeletonâs hand.
You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.
âNot my time yet,â you declare. âFuck off.â
âPardon?â he asks.
âNot ready to go yet,â you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. âAnd also, fuck off.â
The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.
âHow are you feeling, love?â he asks, his tone softer.
âHow am I feeling, love?â you repeat. âDid Hell improve their customer service?â
âIâm not-â The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. âNever mind.â
âWhere am I?â You ask.
âHospital.â He replies. âYou took a bullet.â
Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.
âYou are joking.â You reply and slap your hand on the bed. âWhy? How?â
âWell,â He says and tilts his head to the side. âYou exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didnât, and here we are.â
âMy gun?â You ask, shocked. âI have a gun?â
âSeveral.â He nods.
âSEVERAL?â You shout. âWhy would I possibly need several guns?â
âItâs your job, love.â He replies.
âMy job is to have several guns?â you ask. âAnd shooting at people?â
âI wouldnât put it that way,â he explains, âbut itâs mainly for defence.â
âWell,â you shrug and wince at the pain. âDoesnât look like Iâm that good at defenceâespecially for having several guns.â
âI was really worrââ
âWater,â you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. âI need water.â
âDoctor said itâs not the time for water yet,â he replies.
âWhy?â you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. âWhat time is it?â
âNo, love,â he replies and muffles a chuckle. âDoctor said you need to wait until you have some water.â
âYou throw the âloveâ thing a little too freely,â you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. âIâd be really careful if I were you.â
âReally?â he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. âWhy?â
âI,â you say and point at yourself, âgot a boyfriend, thank you very much.â
âOh,â he exclaims and tilts his head. âIs that so.â
âYup,â you nod. âAnd he can kill you.â
âCan he?â
âCan?â You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. âHe will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.â
âIs he that good?â He asks.
âI mean,â you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. âHeâs much better than I am.â
âOh wow,â he exclaims and leans forward. âIs he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?â
âFar from it,â you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.
The man doesnât speak. He doesnât seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.
âGo on,â he finally says. âSpill it.â
âOk, so,â you begin, âfirst things first, he doesnât listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.â
âThe lad gives you solutions,â he snaps, âand you call them nonsense?â
âI donât want solutions, man,â you reply, shaking your head. âI want him to just listen to me.â
âEven if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?â
âEven then.â You confirm.
âGotcha,â he nods. âWhat else?â
âOof,â you sigh, âhow much time do you have?â
âIâm immortal,â he reminds you, âplus the next reaping is in five hours.â
âOh boy,â you reply. âBusiness not going that well lately, huh?â
âNot many deaths to take care of,â he spits. âI guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.â
âSpeaking of training,â you say, âheâs always at work and never spends much time with me.â
âThe guyâs trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!â he shouts, throwing his hands up. âHe even lied to get you on his team!â
âHow do you know he put me on his team?â You ask.
âI keep a close eye on him.â He replies.
âWhat did he lie about?â
âYour precision in aiming,â he jokes and motions for you to continue. âNext one.â
âI canât think of anything else,â you reply. âOther than he doesnât say how much he loves me.â
âYouâre having a laugh now, arenât you?â He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. âHeâs showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesnât need to say it as well for you to know it!â
âItâs just nice to hear it sometimes,â you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.
âHow about you?â You ask. âYou have a girlfriend?â
âI do,â he confirms.
âShut up!â You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. âWhere did you guys meet?â
âHell,â he replies. âRight in the pits of it.â
âHow is she?â You ask.
âPerfect.â He states.
âBullshit,â you murmur. âNo oneâs perfect.â
âShe is to me.â He says, shrugging.
âDo you love her?â You ask.
âAbsolutely,â he replies, nodding slowly. âOne hundred and a thousand per cent I do.â
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reader wrapping herself up like a little present and rafe unwrapping her <3
warnings: fluff, suggestive ending
a/n: i feel like iâve seen this be a trend before on tiktok?? idk but this req is so cute <33 ty anon!
you donât know why your boyfriend insisted on you never getting anything for him when it came to special occasions like his birthday or christmas. of course, you never listened to him when it came down to it, always surprising him with a new watch or something you know heâll never buy for himself like a new gadget heâs been talking about, or god forbid some actual skincare. you two had been discussing whoâs house both of you will be at for the holidays when you asked him what he wanted for christmas this year.
âokay, so iâm thinking we go to your momâs house for thanksgiving because rose canât cook to save her life, and then we could go to tanneyhill for christmas, how does that sound?â you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you rested your chin in the curve of his neck. âthatâs not a bad idea. oh! i could tell my mom to make the ham just the way you like it..â you pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him hum. âoh my god, with her homemade glaze?â he turned in his chair, pulling you on top of his lap as you nodded.
âmhmm.â rafe smiled down at you as stroked the side of his face. âspeaking of christmas though..â you trailed off, âwhy donât you ever tell me what you want!â rafe sighed, resting a hand on your thigh as you pouted up at him. âi love giving you gifts and you never want any.â it was ironic, really. girlfriend whose love language was gift giving, and boyfriend who had a hard time accepting anything.. a match made in retail hell. âitâs not that i donât want it, babe, i just prefer buying you gifts instead.â you shook your head, a giggle falling from your lips.
âyou buy me âgiftsâ year round though, ray.â rafe looked at you for a moment. âyou really want to gift me something?â he asked. you nodded frantically, feeling a sense of relief now that you got through to him, or so you thought. âjust be waiting for me when i come back home,â he winked, âthatâs my gift.â despite it not being the words you wanted to hear, youâd never turn him down. letting out a deep sigh, you pressed a kiss to his lips. âfine.â rafe pulled you back down on his lap before you could walk away.
âi mean it. youâre the only thing i want.â he whispered against your skin, a shiver running down your spine when you felt his hand on the small of your back. âwell, i guess you better hurry up and do what you have to do with your dad before i decide not to give you anything at all.â rafe watched you get up, your hips swaying as you made your way upstairs. while he was off working out some business, you sat on your shared bed, trying to think of what lingerie you should surprise him with.
eyes skimming past the wrapping paper in the corner of the room, it was as if a light bulb went off in your head. if rafe said you were the only gift he wanted, surely youâd have him unwrap you like one.. right? before you could get any second thoughts, you quickly undressed and got to wrapping the paper around the curves of your body. you couldnât lie, you felt just a little bit ridiculous putting a bow in your hair while you practically crinkled with every step you took. waiting for rafe to walk through the door was easier said than done.
you paced around your room, increasingly feeling dumb as you walked around in circles. âthis is silly..â you muttered, about to rip the paper yourself before you heard the door shut downstairs. âi hope youâre ready!â you panicked slightly, not knowing what to do with your hands before clasping them behind your back. rafe walked in, his eyes landing on your awkward little getup before a smile took over his lips. âwhatâs this?â he laughed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed before pulling you close to him.
you stood between his thighs, resting your hands on top of his shoulders. âunwrap me.â rafe took his bottom lip between his teeth, stroking the exposed skin of your hips. âyou donât happen to be naked, do you?â he pressed a kiss to your navel, his large palms sliding down the backs of your thighs. you shivered at his words, shrugging coyly. âyouâll just have to find out..â rafe stood up, towering over you as he slowly tore the thin sheet of paper, revealing your bare form underneath. âoh, this is great, baby.â he stroked your skin.
rafe guided you two over to the full body mirror in the corner of your room, your head rolling back against his chest when he cupped your aching cunt. âbest gift ever.â
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MON AMOUR (p.sh)
pairing: husband!sunghoon x reader (f)
summary: after a tiring day spent following your twin children and doing the chores, what could be better than letting your husband take care of you?
warnings: fluff & smut. unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), they have a daughter and a son, creampie, p in v, dirty talk, meandom!hoon, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, making out, kissing, cuddling. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
wc: 3.1k
published: 20th May 2024
taglist: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted @jwnghyuns @seunghancore @bangtancultsposts (one shot) @slut4hee @love13tter @deobitifull @xiaoderrrr @cha0thicpisces @minjaexvz @crimnalseung @skylaly @ensaz008
a/n: based on this ask from anon. hope you donât mind i changed it a little bit <3 i just love imagining how enha would call their kids (like, in heeseungâs fic, jia đđ)
âI want the pink toothbrush!â Your daughter shouted with her high pitched voice, pointing at the toothbrush of the respective colour.
âAlright.â You smiled and handed it to her, âHere you go, Haneul.âÂ
âAnd you?â You looked at Haneulâs twin brother, smiling ever so sweetly âI want green.â Yohan answered, his chubby finger pointing at the toothbrush.Â
You removed it from the wrapping and handed it to him âNow, brush your teeth, I want them all clean, alright?âÂ
Both of them nodded and you started filling in the laundry, programming it to function for that night. Spring coming with its perfect weather for the twins to play outside, it also meant your laundry had to work overtime with the amount of mud they get on their clothes.
Turning around, you noticed them arguing over the toothpaste. You shook your head and took it out of Haneulâs hand before she could make a mess and put a little bit on it on both of their toothbrushes.Â
Patrolling so that they wouldnât argue over something silly again, you helped them in their pyjamas and tugged their covers.
With one kiss on each of their foreheads, you whispered âGood night.â And exited their room, hoping none of them woke up for the whole night.
You rested your back against the door, rubbing your temples with a soft sigh. You loved the twins, you had never wished for something as wonderful as themâ But it was draining to follow them the whole day and also do all the chores.Â
You tried your best not to let it show, Sunghoon surely had it worse, waking up at dawn and coming back later than sunset. It must be so exhausting you didnât have the heart to complain about your own tiredness.
You walked to the bedroom, opening the door just to widen your eyes when you saw Sunghoonâs figure, removing his blazer meaning he had just come home.Â
You smiled âHey.â You said, closing the door behind your back.Â
He raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. âHey pretty,â Sunghoon murmured, his eyes trailing along the length of your body.
He threw his jacket on the edge of the chair sitting over by his desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.
âYouâre back.â You stated, fighting the urge not to add a âfinallyâ and walked towards him, taking the jacket to fold it better.
He watched as your fingers nimbly folded the jacket, a soft smile appearing on his tired face.Â
Sunghoon felt the stress of the day slowly disappear from him when he looked at you. He reached out and took the jacket from your hand, setting it down before pulling you close to him.
âI couldn't stay away from you three any longer.â He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head âThey kept asking about you.âÂ
A small laugh escaped his lips and he tightened his arms around your waist in return, âDid they really?â It was rhetorical since he already knew the answer.Â
He hadnât been home early enough to see them for days due to his work and he couldnât help but feel guilty at the fact. Sunghoon knew that he needed to spend more time at home, with you and his little daughter and son.
You hummed, resting your head on his chest with a small sigh. You had missed the way your bodies mended together, just so perfect for each other.
His warm embrace always made your day better, no batter what hardship you had encounteredâ He just knew what made you happy.
Noticing that you werenât saying much as usual, where you would tell him all the things that happened through the day, Sunghoon gently cupped the back of your head, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face.
âYou ok, love?â He asked softly, tilting your head up so he could look at you, his eyes scanning your face to search for any sign of discomfort.
âIâm sorry,â You shook your head âIâm just tired.â You gave him a small smile, not wanting to worry him much.Â
He nodded, understanding that you were going through a lot as well, âDonât apologise,â Sunghoon mumbled, before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
âI think we could both benefit from being in bed right now,â He teased lightly, a smirk appearing on his lips âYou worked so hard, even ironed all my blazers.â
âYeah but you take a shower first.â You pointed a threatening finger in his chest âI just changed the sheets.âÂ
Sunghoon chuckled lowly, âThen come join me,â He winked, gently squeezing your hip as he stepped back towards the bathroom, not letting you take a moment to respond that he was dragging you with him.Â
âHoonâŠâ You murmured, looking back anxiously, despite the bathroom being private, they still might hear you âWe need to be quiet.âÂ
Sunghoon looked over at you with a cocky smile, unbuttoning his shirt slowly âYou know Iâll try my hardest.â
You narrowed your eyes âYou never do.âÂ
He smirked back at you as he dropped his shirt to the floor, âYou love it though,â He quipped teasingly, watching you as you stood there, watching him unabashedly.
You crossed your arms âThe twins might hear us, Iâm not sure theyâre asleep yet.âÂ
âIâm sure they are.â He commented, stepping closer to you and pulling you flush to him once again.
âBesides, itâs you who needs to keep quiet, baby.â He mumbled softly as he leaned down to press a trail of kisses along the side of your neck.
You let out a contented sigh, tilting your head back to give him more access.
His hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, his fingers gliding over the bare skin of your stomach.
Sunghoon pushed you against the counter, his teeth nibbling your collarbone, leaving small, red marks.
His hands squeezing your hips gently to keep you in place.
He was desperate to have you close again after being so busy for days and his body was missing you.
You let your hands wander all over his bare chest, feeling his shaped muscles. The feeling of your hands all over him made him eager and desperate to touch you as well.Â
He quickly grabbed the hem of your shirt, bringing it over your head before tossing it to the side.Â
Sunghoon let out a small groan when he noticed you werenât wearing any bra. His hands found your breasts right away, groping them.
You attached your lips to him and as the kiss deepened, his hands started trailing down to your hips once again, his fingers digging into the flesh.Â
Sunghoon pulled you even closer, moaning lowly into the kiss as he grinded against you, his desire for friction evident against your body.
You let out a shaky breath and trailed your hand down to palm his clothed bulge.Â
His breath hitched and his forehead rested against yours, looking into your eyes as you palmed him.Â
His lust-filled gaze locked with your own and his hand moved to grab yours, gently pulling it away.
Sunghoon had a smirk on his lips as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. âNot yet, love.â
You looked at him puzzled âWhy not?â
âI want to take my time with you tonight,â Sunghoon spoke gently, his eyes burning into yours.Â
One of his hands lifted to move strands of your hair and place it behind your ear. âJust because I haven't been home much doesnât mean Iâve lost any of my skills. Just relax.â He reassured you, wiggling his thick brows.
âYeah?â You chuckled âHow about you show me?â
Sunghoonâs lips stretched up into a mischievous smirk, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting your hair fall down your shoulders.
He pushed his knee up between your legs, his smirk widening at the small gasp he managed to pry from your lips âThat's exactly what I plan on doing,â He replied.
His knee rubbed up against your heat, applying light pressure every now and then just to tease you. He could feel how hot and desperate you were becoming.
When you felt something sharp on your shoulder, you gasped âSunghoon⊠No marks.â
He grinned against your skin, âBut you love it when I mark you,â He purred into your ear.Â
You lightly hit his shoulder âStill, itâs difficult to hide them.â
Sunghoonleaned closer so his lips hovered over yours, the two of you sharing the same breath and exhales.
âI don't want you to hide them, love,â His eyes burning with desire as he looked down at your body. âI want you to wear my marks with pride.â
You nagged âHow will I explain to the twins where these marks come from?â
A low chuckle left his lips as he let his head drop down to your shoulder, his nose rubbing against your skin.Â
âTheyâre too young to know,â He mumbled against your neck, âAnd these are for my eyes only anyways.â
You rolled your eyes at his shameless he was âYouâre incredible.â
Sunghoonâs other hand moved to hold your chin gently so youâd look at him, his dark eyes boring into yours.
His leg moved up again, pressing harder and rubbing up against the sensitive spot he knew youâd moan at.Â
âHoonâŠâ You murmured, unable to grind your hips on his thigh with the way he was holding you.
 âDo you know how much I missed this?â He breathed out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, his mouth hovering just over yours.
âAs much as I did.â You replied and made your lips crash back together, your tongues dancing the ballad of love.
âPlease..â You pleaded, feeling your body burn in desire âSunghoon, please.âÂ
âPlease what, pretty?â Sunghoon asked mockingly, knowing exactly what it was that you wanted, but not giving it to you just yet.
âStop teasing.â You said desperately âStop teasing you say?â He grinned, âAnd just give you what you want?â He murmured before pressing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear.
âNot tonight, baby. Tonight I want you to take what youâre given and youâll be grateful for everything I do to you.â
Your body shuddered at his words, just the thought of finally being able to be his all over again made slick pool your panties. You nodded obediently, his husky tone just fuelling your desire.
 âGood girl,â Sunghoon mumbled softly, his hand reaching out to gently pull you forward.
âC'mon, you deserve to unwind after dealing with our babies all by yourself,â He reassured with a warm smile, leading you towards the bedroom.
You walked beside him and laid down on the bed, all bare except for the shorts you were still wearing. You looked up at him with utter lust, your nipples hardening at the sight of his huge bulge poking through his working pants.Â
Sunghoon noticed it and massaged your breasts, licking his bottom lip.
Your breath was heavy, your eyes piercing through his body and your pussy aching for his cock.
âI need you.â You whispered âYeah? Need me that bad?â You nodded, rubbing your thighs together.
Such a sight made his cock twitch in his pants, the fabric becoming more and more tight âCanât wait anymore, mh?â He said and reached for your pants.
âLift your hips for me.â He said and you complied, helping him remove them.Â
Sunghoon held his body above you, his hands on either side of your head to prevent himself from crushing you.Â
His tongue quickly slipped into your mouth once again as he relished in the taste heâd missed so badly.
âIâm going to fuck you,â He kissed your lips, unzipping his pants âIâm going to fuck you so good, put another baby in you.â
He groaned at the memory of your swollen belly, carrying not one but two of his children. The idea of having a third one went straight to his cock.
âKnock me up.â You said, blissful euphoria clouding your senses.
Sunghoon pulled down his boxers and pants, his cock sprung free, angry and pulsating.Â
Your hand went down to pump it, wanting to provide him some kind of relief.
He let out a moan, bucking his hips to fuck your fist âDo you want me to prep you?â He asked.Â
âNo, just fuck me.â You said, impatiently, âMake me yours.â
You didnât need to say more, Sunghoon pulled your hand away to align himself to your entrance after slipping your panties to the side and then pushed his thick tip inside of you.Â
âSo wet already.â You moaned out at the stretch, so sweet and painful at the same time until he pushed all of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix.
âYou feel so good, baby,â He mumbled quietly, his body desperate for more of the feeling of you wrapped around him.Â
Sunghoonâs hands gripped your hips as he slowly began to roll his own against your body, setting a slow rhythm for both of you.
You rolled your eyes back, mouth agape as you felt him pull out just to push himself right back into you.
âS-shit baby.â He groaned as he picked up pace âSqueezing my cock so tight.âÂ
You grasped his forearms, his muscles under your palms âFuckâ Yes.â You moaned, a little too loudly.
âShh,â He shushed by crashing his lips on your, swallowing your moans âYou donât want Haneul and Yohan to hear you, do you?âÂ
You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.Â
Your own hand went down to rub small circles on your clit, bringing yourself even more pleasure.
Sunghoon craved you, your body, your mind, your whole being. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed himself deeper, hitting spots you didnât even know existed.Â
âMy wife.â He grunted âMy gorgeous wife.âÂ
You hummed, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts âI missed you so much.â You breathed out.Â
Sunghoon nodded in understanding, claiming your lips once again âI missed you too, baby.âÂ
Sunghoon squeezed your nipples, making you moan âIâll take tomorrow off, fuck the company, just want be with my family.â He snapped, his hips moving more harshly against yours.
You didnât have the mind to reply to his rumbling, his pace along with the feeling of him was enough to make the knot in your stomach tighten.Â
You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath âHow come youâre still so tight?â He scoffed mockingly âPushed out two babies and you feel tighter than beforeâ Shit!â Sunghoon bit down his bottom lip to muffle his moans.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him more down to you âHoon, Iâm gonna cum.â You warned.
âI know, pretty,â Sunghoon panted heavily between moans, his pace even faster as he chased his own end. âCum for me, yeah?â He mumbled, âWanna feel you come undone for me.â
You tried to hold it back, wanting the moment and the pleasure your husband brought you to last foreverâ But it had been a while since you two shared an intimate moment and your body wasnât used to it as much anymore.Â
With one particular deep thrust, you came with a muffled moan, your body squirming and back arched.Â
Watching your orgasm sent him over the edge and he came soon after, âFuck, Fuck.â Groaning heavily as he felt your walls clenching around him.Â
He emptied his load inside you, coating your insides with his cum âTake my cum, angel.â Sunghoon twitched inside you âTake it all, good girl.â
As you both tried to come down from your high, he laid on top of you, not caring that he was probably crashing your body. You didnât care as well when all you wanted was for him to stay close.
One of your hands went to brush his bangs out of his sweaty forehead and you pressed a small kiss on his thick brow.Â
Sunghoon chuckled, the aftercare sessions always full of giggle and unspoken affection..
âWill you seriously take tomorrow off?â You asked quietly after a while, unsure whether he was being serious or if he was just too in the moment.Â
He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb âIâm the CEO, I decide what I want.â He said proudly.Â
You smiled widely, a warm sensation spreading inside your chest âReally?âÂ
âReally.â He promised, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip âWeâll make a big surprise to the twins and after we take them to kindergartenâŠ.â He bucked his hips, his cock still inside your warm pussy, none of you wanting to disconnect your bodies.
He leaned down to whisper inside your ear âIâm going to have you all for myself, fuck you full of my cum until you canât no more.âÂ
You kissed him, biting his bottom lip harshly âIâm down.â Sunghoon moaned, pulling you into another make out session, your bodies moving at a slow rhythm.
After cleaning up, you laid down side by side, his big body engulfing yours, warm arms protectively around your waist.
You missed all of it, the smell of his cologne, the warm feeling of the sheets around both your bodies, his soothing presence.
Sunghoon traced small patterns on your back âStop drawing dicks.â You nagged, chuckling.
He smiled and pressed a featherlight kiss on your head âIâm so lucky to have you.â He took your hand in his, both your rings tingling âAnd I never tell you enough how grateful I am for our babies.â
You snuggled closer to his chest âIâm so lucky to have you tooâ I wouldnât have made it alone.â
âI love you so much.â Sunghoon whispered, his eyes slowly closing, exhaustion overtaking him âI love you more.â You murmured back.
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The Boys Preference: Wearing Their Clothes
Requested: i followed you for succession and currently im the boys brainrotted so you wouldnt believe my excitement when i realised you wrote for the boys too!!!!! i want to request maybe hc on how the boys would react to reader wearing their sweater/tshirts - anon
A/N: My love, the brain rot is so real!!! When I tell you I have an entire folder of The Boys edits, I mean I am kicking my feet and giggling at these people covered in blood lol. Thank you for requesting! Please feel free to again, I absolutely love writing preferences! I hope you like it!!!! Feedback is always appreciated đ
Butcher absolutely adores you wearing his coat. It drives him wild. It started one night where you two were alone, the group split up. While everyone else had their own jobs, you and Butcher were on surveillance. It was freezing out. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms. You swore you were fine, but he could tell you were putting up a front. Oi, just take it. Not wanting to blow your cover and fight, you put his coat around your shoulders, thanking him. It's a long night and you take shifts. When he catches you curled in a ball, his coat wrapped around you, it tugs at his heartstrings. Something about this image of you just makes him melt. After that, he's eager to see it again. Realizing this, you never turn down his offer. Now you basically have 50/50 custody. You like it. It's warm and worn, but it also smells like him and, when you're apart, remains a reminder that he's always looking out for you. Both M.M. and Frenchie are full of jokes when they catch you wearing it, but Annie and Hughie find it endearing.
Hughie loves that you wear his t-shirts and hates it. Not only do you look better in them than him, which is annoying enough, and now everyone finds them funny now that you're wearing them, but now he can never find the one shirt he wants to wear. It's either on your body or in your closet. Of course he would never stop you, he doesn't want you to stop, but he does wish there was a little bit more of a compromise. You wore it the first time you slept over. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere you couldn't find, but Hughie's was right there. He tried not to show it, he tried not to get caught smiling, but he was way too obvious. Something about seeing you in his shirt made his day, his life. It never gets old. When it's laundry day, most of your clothes end up being his. Now he has double the laundry. Still, it's worth it. His clothes always come back smelling like you. When they get ripped or torn from fights you apologize profusely, but he's just glad you're okay. Who cares about a stupid shirt?
Annie has always loved you in her clothes. When you moved in together, your clothes just sort of became jumbled. Neither of you felt the need to separate them, so you really can't tell if the sweater you're wearing is hers of yours. When she buys clothes she always makes sure you like what she's picking out so that you both can wear it. No one even noticed what you two were doing, that one day you'd be wearing a shirt and a few days later it would be her turn, it's just sort of become a thing. When something gets ripped or torn or covered in blood, you're the first to make jokes. I loved that sweater, you say, though Annie knows what you really mean is it's a stupid piece of clothing, you're just glad she's okay, that's all that matters. Your favorite thing is to look at pictures where, in one, you're wearing this sweater and, in the next, she is. Something about that puts a smile on your face.
M.M. feels a little insecure. You used to love wearing his shirts. Truthfully, no one can tell what's his and what's yours, your and his clothes are so blended. Since becoming in charge of The Boys, as close to a leader as possible, he's lost a lot of weight. Grown smaller, and his clothes no longer fit you. You of course still have his old shirts, but his new wardrobe just doesn't fit. You assure him it's just temporary. The anxiety, the OCD, it really hurts his appetite. He can't even think about food anymore. Still, realizing that you can no longer share, it makes him self-conscious. Something about you wearing his clothes made him think that he was there with you always, that this was a way to protect you, as silly as it might sound. Now that you wear your clothes more, he isn't there to save you. It just adds to his many worries. You assure him you'll be safe, you'll always come back to him, but he just can't help it. You make a point to wear his older shirts as much as possible, not wanting him to worry more than he does.
Frenchie literally can't tell when you're wearing his clothes vs. your own. His style is pretty eclectic. His pants alone are bright and patterned and, to his friends, a fashion offense. His clothes are rarely organized, so you end up picking through piles to find something specific. Most of the time you have to point out when you've got one of his jackets or shirts on. He of course thinks you look better in them than him and he makes it known. Your friends make fun of you and him for some of the outrageous outfits you put together. Everything is worn in and soft and smells like him, a mix of cologne and fabric softener and smoke. Not realizing, Frenchie wears your clothes, too. Only when you ask for a shirt back or where it is does he realize oh! so this belongs to you. Neither of you mind. It makes you happy seeing him wear your clothes. He definitely styles is better than you.
Kimiko's entire closet is all black. Not only is it easy to blend in with the crowd, and it all matches, but it can also hide the sight of blood. Neither of you can really tell whose shirt or pants or jacket belongs to who, considering most of your clothes are pretty identical. Still, she'll poke fun at you every so often when she realizes you've got on one of her shirts. Is that mine? She smiles. Is it? You didn't even realize. You always ask her if she wants it back, if she wants you to change, but she shakes her head. She tells you look good in it, badass even, and you shrug it off, though it means a lot. You and Kimiko both are still figuring out how relationships work. It takes a lot of trust, something neither of you were very well versed in. Sharing clothes is just another way you two show that you're a partnership. No one else can tell, but you can. That kind of attention would normally make alarm bells go off in your head, but you know Kimiko, you know she does it out of affection and not something more sinister.
Bonus! Homelander rarely, if ever, wears civilian clothes. If he's not in his suit, he's probably naked. You've never seen him in anything else. The only time he's done it was to see Sage and that was in secret. Still, you find a way to share by wearing his cape. Typically wrapped around you after you slip from the bed, in search of your own clothes, half-naked and embarrassed. He assured you you have never looked better. Homelander likes power. He likes when people listen to him, respect him, and show him their loyalty. You wearing his cape shows him all of that and more. He never thought he'd like you in his clothes, it's just another thing he's territorial about, but he's pleasantly surprised. Now he expects it. If you forget or just don't wear it, his ego is pretty wounded. You assure him it's nothing against him. Now you go out of your way to do so, knowing it makes him so happy.
Bonus! Soldier Boy feels such an attraction to you when you wear his clothes. He doesn't really wear anything but his suit, so one day you jokingly put it on. You filled it out differently than he did, but it didn't look horrible. When he saw you, he was all smiles. The first thing that comes to mind is wanting to take it off you *wink wink*. What was a joke is now something you do on special occasions, putting it on and parading around in it. The things he says are awfully dirty and make you laugh every time. You never thought something as silly and simple as putting on his suit would end up driving him this wild. You should have known, it makes perfect sense, but you just never realized. When he does, on rare occasions, wear regular clothes, he's the first to suggest that you share. It isn't as enticing as wearing his suit, but the attraction is still there. It makes him feel like you belong to him, that you want to show that off. Nothing matters more to him than that. Nothing makes him feel more seen.
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heyy when you have the time to do so, can i request college!suna x reader angst to fluff where reader tries to spend time with suna but they get into an argument where he decides to spend time with his athlete friend group but then feels guilty and make up with reader through heart to heart conversation? đ«¶đ»sorry if this is so long i have no idea how to make the prompt shorter but honestly i love all the fics you post so idc if you change it up a bit just thought iâd give an idea
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pairing: suna rintaro x gen!neutral reader
genre: hurt/comfort
content: you confront him about the growing distance in your relationship, something he's been dismissing for a while, until he finally grasps the seriousness of the situation
cw: suna is a bit harsh; arguments but they make up <3
a/n: hihi anon! ty for requesting and i hope it's to your liking :D i'm still accepting requests for my 1k event so feel free to send more into my inbox!
"it's like i never see you anymore!"
suna and you have been in this back and forth argument for what felt like an eternity and it's draining the life out of you.
suna has been preoccupied with the upcoming inter-collegiate volleyball tournament. as a starter on the prestigious division 1 ejp raijin volleyball team, the arduous practices and pressure have been taking a heavier toll than expected on him.
as a result of this, suna has been incredibly distant in your relationship. he was always gone before you woke up in the morning and didn't return until after you fell asleep. every time you tried to plan a date or suggest something to do together, he somehow always cancels. it's always, "sorry i have to run some extra drills. maybe another day?"
it's exhausting putting this much effort into your relationship when it all seems in vain.
you've tried bringing this up to suna before, mentioning how you would like to spend more time together. but suna, being suna, always brushed it off. but there's only so much dismissal you can take.
you really miss your boyfriend.
but you're not sure he misses you the way you miss him.
"y/n you can't expect me to drop everything for you! like fuck, i have a life outside of you," he exclaims, snapping you back to the current argument at hand.
"i didn't say that, rin."
"that's what you're trying to say," he replies, crossing his arms over his chest.
you shake you head, lowering your voice. "i know volleyball always has and always will be a top priority for you but i just wish... well, it would be nice if you could put a bit of effort into our relationship."
"what if i don't even want to anymore..." he mumbles under his breath as he walks to the closet, grabbing a coat.
the rage in your heart and mind now simmer down to a feeling of dread and heartbreak. what?
as he turns around, he sends an icy glare at you. you've never seen this side of him and you refuse to let him see you crumble apart in front of him. you refuse to break down right now.
"you don't want to what, suna?" you look at him, tone icy cold. "go on. tell me."
the heated environment is making his mind all cloudy and he wants to end this conversation now.
"you know what i mean, y/n. i'm going out. don't call me."
the door opens and slams shut.
the moment the door closes, you're completely still. you're running on autopilot. you find yourself making a cup of tea and sitting at the dining table, looking at the empty, lifeless apartment sprawled in front of you.
subconsciously, the tears started to roll. i guess that's it then. i think i better start packing my things. i should be gone by the time he comes back home.
meanwhile, suna makes his way downtown to the bar where some of his volleyball friends had invited him out for a couple drinks. he opens the door to the bar and he can hear the familiar rowdiness of his friends.
"well, well, well, if it ain't the infamous sunarin from ejp," a familiar blonde comes running to him. "been too long since i've seen ya stupid ass."
"yeah yeah whatever asshole," suna slaps the back of atsumu and nods over at osamu who's sitting on the table. "it's good to see you both."
as suna and atsumu head to the table in the back with the rest of his friends, his mind can't help but linger back to the argument that he had with you. but he decides to shake his mind off it.
he's here to have fun with his friends right now. not be worried about you.
"you didn't bring y/n tonight?" komori, suna's teammate, asks. "i haven't seen them in a hot minute. what've they been up to?"
what have you been up to? he doesnât know. when was the last time we both had an actual conversation? he doesnât know. he doesnât even know what's been going on in your life lately. fuck this is what y/n meant.
he forces a smile, masking the bitter thoughts playing in his mind. "they're good. just doing their classes and stuff."
"ah right, well bring them by sometime! it's been too long since i've seen them. they never fail to light up the room with their presence."
"yeah you're right."
he nods, taking small sips from the beer in front of him.
as the conversation and chaos ensue among his friends, his mind keeps drifting back to the memories of the argument he walked out on. his mind has cooled off and a sense of guilt starts to take over his body.
here he is having fun with his friends while you're at home all alone, waiting for him. you just wanted to spend time with him and here he was, finding comfort in other people other than you.
he tries to remember the last time you both had gone out together but he's drawing a complete blank. he can't even remember the last time he's kissed you or held you in his hands.
no wonder you've been feeling so lonely.
and in response, he just kept brushing you off until you blew up today. and to make matters worse, he walked out of the argument giving you no sense of reassurance or closure on the matter.
at the realization, suna shoots up out of his seat with flushed cheeks. the group turns to him.
"i gotta head out for the night. i gotta see my baby."
"get a fuckin' room sunarin," osamu shouts. the rest of the groups howls in agreement. "see ya."
he waves goodbye and starts trudging his way back to the shared apartment. he expects to find you asleep so he can crawl into bed with you and cuddle, never intending on letting you go.
so you can imagine the surprise when he opens the door and sees the bedroom light on and hears rustling noises. "baby?" he calls out. "y/n?"
he takes off his shoes and coat and walks to the bedroom. he starts to internally panic at the sight in front of him.
you have a couple of suitcases out filled with your clothes and belongings. at a glance, he can see that your side of the closet is almost empty. you've even taken down a couple of the decor pieces in the room that you bought but he was never particularly interested in. with your headphones in, youâre focused on packing, but what breaks him the most is seeing you wipe your eyes as you do so. why are you even packing? where are you going?
and then it hits him.
not only did he make it seem like he didnât want to make this relationship work, but his actions have been driving you away. fuck, this was bad. he didn't mean any of it. he has to fix it or he's gonna lose the best thing in his life for good.
he goes over to you and taps your shorted and you yelp, startled by the 6'2" man, hovering above you.
"what the hell are you doing?" suna asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.
you wipe your eyes. "i'm leaving."
"don't be ridiculous," he scoffs.
"ridiculous?" you laugh at the absurdity of his comment. "what's ridiculous is how you walk out of an argument not even wanting to work things out. what's ridiculous is how you just continue to put me aside like iâm some side piece."
he knows youâre hurting. and itâs all his fault.
he doesnât know how to properly express everything he needs to say to you.
so in the heat of it all, he does what he thinks is the next best thing and kisses you.
you'd forgotten this feeling. his soft lips on yours and how they fit together just right. it's the softest kiss he's ever given to you and your heart swells at the gesture.
you pull away and you plop yourself on the floor to process what just happened.
right there and then, he looks at you. he really looks at you. he notices the way you have some baby hairs popping out and your cheeks feel warm from all that crying. he notices the way your eyes look slightly puffed out and the remnants of tears on your cheeks.
i'm the cause of this. this is all my fault.
"iâm sorry," he begins.
you sigh and look away mumbling to yourself. "youâve said that before. it doesnât change anything."
"and youâre right."
you look up at him, surprised by his admission. "w-what?"
"youâre absolutely right, y/n."
he crouches down to your level, resting his hand on your knee so he can look you in the eye.
"i shouldn't have made it seem i wasn't willing to put in the effort into making us work," he says, gesturing between you and him. "my actions and what i said to you a couple hours ago obviously made it seem that way and i'm an absolute dumbass for not picking up on it."
youâre silent. he searches your face, looking for any speck of emotion, but he still canât read you. in the amount of time he's known you, youâve always been the exception.
"i've been swamped with so much work lately and i know i need to do better. i spread myself so thin that i forgot to prioritize the things and the people that matter the most to me."
you're silent, unsure of what to say to him.
"i thought i was doing the best i could do until i realized i could be doing so much more for us and for you. i'm so sorry for not being here."
"i know rin," you whisper. finally, for the first time you look up from your lap to look at him. "it just felt like you didn't care about us anymore. you're the hardest worker i know but i just wish you were here sometimes."
"and i wouldn't be able to be that hard worker without your love and support, you know," his hand cups your cheek as he runs his thumb across the tear streaks on your face.
"i realize how absent iâve been in our relationship lately and i canât imagine how lonely youâve been feeling. i want to make this relationship work with you. i know i suck at being sappy and shit but you really are my other half. no matter what it takes, iâll make us work. iâll fight for this relationship. i'll fight for us."
"oh, rin," you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in close for a hug. the tears begin to flow from your eyes.
he feels his eyes glaze over. he breathes in your familiar scent and feels a warmth heâs missed.
even after everything, you still love him.
he starts with a gentle kiss on your cheek, then starts peppering your face with soft kisses.
you let out a watery chuckle, making his heart skip a beat. he hasn't heard your laugh in forever and he swears to himself to never be the reason for your tears again.
"let's go to bed now baby. i've gotta cuddle away all the pain i've caused you."
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Side Characters as Doms Headcanons
And here we are, as requested by multiple anons lol. Yes, this includes the three newbies. I was thinking it was taking me forever to write this part, but actually it's only been a week since I posted the bros? Huh. Anyway. Enjoy!
GN!MC x the side characters
Demon Bros as Doms Side Characters as Subs
NSFW MDNI
Note: As usual, the warnings on this are off the charts but most of it's just briefly mentioned.
Warnings: Sub!MC, bondage, blindfolds, gags, shibari, dacryphilia, begging, overstimulation, praise, degradation, humiliation, biting, hickeys, roleplay, orgasm denial, edging, spanking, demon form, tail stuff (Barb you heathen lol), somnophilia, manhandling, collaring, whips, chains, magic stuff (do I even have to say who), aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms, blood kink, exhibitionism, titles, jealousy, after care, I hope that's it sheesh.
Diavolo
Doms the same way he interacts with people - generally indulgent, amused, curious, and soft, but push too far and youâre no longer dealing with friendly Diavolo, but the Next Demon King. He prefers to pamper you, but he wonât show leniency to a brat for very long.
Heâs also acutely aware of the fact that he is one large, powerful, and strong demon and you are but a fragile human. Even when youâre being punished, heâs gentle with you. His favorite thing to do when you get out of line is to overstimulate you. He wants to hold you in his lap with his fingers inside you, making you come until you cry.
Diavolo is vocal, he spends a lot of time praising you. Heâs not really into degradation or humiliation. He wants to tell you how perfect you are for him. He wants to coo in your ear when youâre begging and whining. Heâll call you all sorts of sweet pet names.
Diavolo also likes to dress you up, usually with pretty ropes and a blindfold paired with something like a really expensive necklace. He likes to see his status displayed on you. If you ask for something specific, heâll buy you the most fanciest and prettiest one he can find.
He also loves to leave his mark on you. His favorite is biting, heâll be sure to cover you in his teeth marks. He also enjoys sucking on your skin and leaving hickeys all over. Too much bruising stresses him out a little because heâs worried about hurting you too much. But if youâre clearly enjoying it, heâll keep going.
He wonât do exhibitionism, but heâs okay with close proximity type situations. Actually gets a lock installed on his office door because he really really wants to roleplay with you in there. Sometimes he has a hard time keeping a straight face when doing this, but he manages to school himself. Because heâs waiting for the moment when he can bend you over his desk and lose himself in how good you feel.
Barbatos
Another one who has two modes. Barbatos is a fair dom, but heâs also strict. Heâs less indulgent than Diavolo and heâs less hesitant to punish you if youâre being bratty. He has no problem using all forms of punishment and will generally use whatever seems to work best for you. His personal choice is orgasm denial. Heâs going to bring you to the edge, maybe multiple times, but never actually allow you to feel that sweet release. If you protest, heâll just smile and shake his head. Itâs meant to be a punishment, MC.
Donât think that means thatâs all heâll try though. If he finds you respond better to other forms of punishment, he wonât hesitate to switch tactics. Whether heâs spanking you or overstimulating you, youâll know he means business the second he takes his gloves off.
If youâve really messed up, though, he wonât even bother with the gloves. Thatâs when you know youâre really in for it. Barbatos almost never loses his cool, so if youâve managed to do that, watch out.
He likes to dom in demon form. His tail is useful for all kinds of things, like restraining you or gagging you. It also reminds him of the time when he wasnât as restrained as he is now. He lets himself go just enough to make things exciting, but not enough that he loses control of the situation.
Barbatos is into just about anything and everything, so if youâve got some kinda kink, be sure he will use it to his advantage. Oh, you like biting? Good, so does he. Now you're covered in bite marks. Perhaps you enjoy a little somnophilia? It's fine, he enjoys that, too. He'll be sure you're dreaming about his cock.
He likes it when youâre needy and when you beg for him. He can hold back and not touch you at all for a long time, letting you squirm and cry. When he finally does touch you, itâs soft and subtle and almost makes things worse.
Sometimes, heâll go all out instead. When this happens, you find yourself absolutely exhausted. Heâll make you stay with him the whole next day so he can take care of you. Wonât let you go to RAD or do anything else. He just wants to pamper you.
Simeon
A very gentle and soft dom, Simeon is incredibly indulgent with you. He prefers praise to degradation and heâll shower you in it. He likes to call you sweet names, too. His favorite thing is just to touch and kiss you. He wants you under him so he can kiss all the way up and down your body, running his fingers along your skin.
You really have to push to get him to punish you at all, but if you go that far, he will put you in your place. Youâll need to brat like no brat has ever bratted to make it happen. But Simeon can quell a bit of a bratty outburst with nothing but a command. When he issues it, thereâs a tone in his voice that speaks volumes, even though heâll still be smiling at you.
If you keep pushing, he will warn you multiple times because he just wants you to be good for him. But eventually, heâll give you the punishment you so clearly deserve. He doesnât really have a preference himself, so heâll do what he thinks will be most effective. He tries different things with you until he finds the one that works.
Surprisingly good at resisting begging. He wonât give in right away if youâre whining and crying in his lap, heâll let you carry on for a bit first. He likes to listen to your pleas, he thinks you sound so cute.
While he doesnât particularly enjoy hurting you too much, he does like to manhandle you. Heâll pick you up and move you around as he sees fit. Heâs stronger than he looks and he likes to have that control over you. If he puts you into a particular position, you had better not move yourself from it.
Too shy outside the bedroom to allow much of a dynamic there, but he will absolutely give you a Look if youâre acting out. Itâs his way of saying you might want to re-evaluate your behavior unless you want to be dealing with the consequences later.
He has a bit of a dark side that you can tap into when you're being really unmanageable. Don't worry, he'll have confirmed your safewords before ever starting anything, so if he's suddenly too much you can use them. But when he flips that switch, you'll find he can be unexpectedly harsh with you. He gets a certain look in his eyes and his voice gets very quiet. You've really decided to push him to his limit, haven't you, MC?
Solomon
Solomon is able to step into dom mode at will and when he does, heâs really good at it. He knows exactly what to do to make your silly little sub heart flutter. He wonât hesitate to keep you in line outside of the bedroom, usually by giving you a little squeeze or even an ominous smile. He likes to have you wear a collar all the time. Heâll corner you somewhere a little out of sight of anyone else, hook a finger into your collar, and whisper words of warning in your ear.
When it comes down to it, Solomon is willing to do anything at all. Heâs a pretty fair dom and will always give you space at first to be a little bratty. But it doesnât take too much to push him and then heâll deal with you quickly. While he will switch up punishments to whatever works best, he likes spanking. He just wants you to fall apart in his lap.
He will employ anything and everything that will get a good reaction from you. Ropes, whips, blindfolds, gags, etc etc if you can think of it, he will give it a go. He likes to use magic to restrain you, though. If you really have a thing for ropes, heâll use them sometimes, but his magic is so much more effective. He has all kinds of saucy little spells that make you feel all kinds of sensations~
Solomon wants to make you have multiple orgasms and he will employ aphrodisiac potions to do it if he needs to and if you agree. He just loves to watch you come over and over again. He wants to make your brain stop working for a bit.
He loves to praise you, but he enjoys dirty talk, too. You'll probably get a bit of a random mixture of them.
Solomon also enjoys cockwarming. If he's having a long night in his lab, studying ancient spells, he'll really appreciate you sitting in his lap as long as you can. He loves the way you squirm. He'll tell you to stay still, but the amusement in his tone is evident. If you keep moving like that, MC, he's going to have to do something about it. He won't make you wait too long because in the end, he gets impatient too.
He's very attentive when it comes to after care. He likes to dom and to have fun with you, but he also wants to remind you of how important you are to him. He'll pamper you, hold you close, kiss you, and tell you that you're his everything.
Mephistopheles
By far the meanest of doms. It depends a bit on what you respond to and also what mood he's in, but he's generally not going to give you an inch. Sometimes he's in a softer mood and he'll be a little nicer, but even then it's not by much. He expects you to follow his orders and be grateful about it. When he's like this, he won't tolerate brattiness. If you push, he'll double down and you won't like when that happens. He'll get stubborn and he won't indulge you at all.
He'll use all kinds of methods or punishment, but mostly itâs going to be edging and orgasm denial. He wants you to beg so he can ignore it. Heâll be sure to tell you itâs your own fault for thinking heâd go easy on you.
Mephisto will mostly use dirty talk and degradation, delivering praise only when youâve really earned it. He likes to see you cry, so he will do everything he can to make that happen. If you do start, thatâs the only time heâll soften just a little. Heâll wipe away your tears and tell you how good youâre being for him.
He has a blood kink. He wants to see your blood on your skin and he will bite you. Leaves all kinds of marks across your body, mostly with his mouth.
Heâs into exhibitionism and semi public sex. He gets cocky and wants people to know that you belong to him. Loves it when you wear a collar visibly. Doesnât hesitate to grab you or whisper threats if he thinks youâre acting out in public.
Despite all this, he gets incredibly soft when it comes to after care. This is when he pampers you. Instead of threats, he's now whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He gets embarrassed about how much you matter to him, so it's easier for him to be mean. He might even confess all this to you in these quieter moments. He'll gently kiss every mark he left on your body. He'll tell you that he hates how much a human matters to him. Don't you see what you've done to him, MC?
Raphael
He's a little skeptical at first. You want him to do what exactly? It isn't that he's innocent, but he's not sure he understands the appeal. Give him some time and he'll fall right into it easily enough. Raphael seems like a strict dom, but he's more lenient than he first appears. He's just quiet, won't give you a lot of orders, really.
He does like to tie you up. Shibari is especially intriguing to him. He likes taking the time to create masterpieces out of rope on your body. He likes the way the ropes leave marks when he finally unties you. He'll kiss along the places where they were, indulging in the feeling of your heated skin.
Raphael might not think of it himself, but he'll lose his whole mind if you use a title for him. Call him Sir or Master and he'll be the one blushing like crazy. He'll be able to control himself, but he'll ask you to do it again.
He's more into praise than anything, he likes to tell you how good you're being. If you're being bad, he gets quiet. You'll know you're in trouble when he's suddenly not talking much. Perhaps giving you short one syllable responses.
Punishments will really be just about anything. It's whatever he's in the mood to do and whatever he thinks will get the message across. Fortunately, he finds that just giving you a certain look is usually enough to quell you. Because you'll find his punishments are quite harsh, so it's better to avoid them. Of course, if you really want to be punished, all you have to do is push a little harder.
Raphael is not super into exhibitionism, but sometimes he feels the need to pull you into an empty room, especially at RAD. He is surprisingly jealous. If he thinks you're getting too cozy with anyone else, he'll make sure you haven't forgotten who you belong to. Do you suppose it's fun to push his buttons that way, MC?
Thirteen
Don't worry, MC. She will absolutely step on you if you want her to. Thirteen is not shy about domming, she will agree immediately. She's willing to do whatever you want - whatever gets you to react. She'll try praise, but if she finds degradation or humiliation work better, she'll switch to that. Either way, though, she likes to keep her hand in your hair, so she can pull it whenever she wants.
She enjoys biting and blood. She will leave her marks on you, whether its with her teeth or her nails. She likes the way it looks on you, but she also likes the sight of your blood on her fingertips.
Thirteen will tie you up, blindfold you, and gag you. She'll make you wear a collar and leash. She will go all out, she's not holding back at all. She expects you to behave and if you don't, she'll deal with you readily.
Punishments can vary, but she likes to watch you squirm. Whatever does that most effectively, gets you crying and begging, that's what she'll go for every time. She'll try spanking, edging, orgasm denial, even stuff like whips and chains. She likes to come up with unique ways to restrain you or punish you, like she does with her traps.
Will not hesitate to use magic on you. Spells, potions, whatever she can find that will have the desired effect. She likes to overstimulate you. She'll use aphrodisiac potions to keep you aroused for hours. She loves to watch you cry and whine and mumble her name because you've forgotten yours.
Thirteen will get jealous and she'll sometimes feel the need to remind you of your place if she thinks you're getting too friendly with someone else. This generally consists of a hand on your arm, a simple look, or a single word. She doesn't need to make a big show of it, but all of those things get you to back off. And you know you'll be hearing about it later.
In the end, she's going to take care of you. She may go all out, but she always ends with praise, soft kisses and caresses. She tells you how good you are, how perfect for her, how much she just wants you to be hers and only hers.
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love potions (but make it legal)!
pairing: tutor!jungwon x reader
summary: you had not been too excited about these tutoring sessions your potions professor had dropped on you. but, after meeting your tutor you couldnât hope but think you both were brewing more than just potions, perhaps even love?
genre: hogwarts au, jungwon is a loser for the reader, initially slightly one sided pining, fluff, angst
warnings: some hogwarts lore references, mentions of failing a class, jealousy, angst, magic stuff, kissing, suggestive(ish)
note: they donât actually make love potions in this but i liked the sound of it so i used it in the title hehe. i hope you guys enjoy this fic as you had given so much love to the heeseung one.
word count: 4.3kish
if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
to the anon who requested a jungwon hogwarts au im sososoo sorry for publishing this like six months later. i had a terrible writerâs block with this one. iâm terribly sorry, this constantly ran through my mind but i couldnât bring myself to begin. i hope you like this!
you were so screwed.
you felt like a deflated balloon looking at your mock NEWT results. you were literally failing your potions class. with all the time spent in balancing out your classes, quidditch and sessions at the room of requirement as a part of dumbledoreâs army, you had not practised well enough for your classes that were practical based.Â
seeing your grades drop from exemplary results to having mediocre grades and failing a class was depressing. so, your potions teacher had made you stay back to have a word with you which is why you stood off to the side. your head hung low in disappointment with yourself. if this continued, it would be hard to apply for an aurorâs job, which was your dream.Â
you were broken out of your thoughts by the sound of your professor clearing his throat. your head shot up and you looked around to see the room was now empty save for you both. he gestured to the seat next to his table, so you shuffled over.
he looked over the rim of his glasses as he scanned over your report card. you hated the pitiful look that crossed over his face, you were not used to this.
âyou are one of my best students, i really wasnât expecting this from you..â
you grimaced at his words, feeling worse about your situation. great, you were not the only one disappointed by yourself.
your professor must have noticed because his tone immediately became gentle as he gave you a comforting smile.Â
âsee, the only reason i asked you to stay back was because i know you can do betterâ, he shuffled through a register seemingly looking for something. âiâm sure you have your reasons as to why your performance went down. i know you can improve again.â
you nodded at his words, already starting to feel better, âyes professor i-â
âwhich is why i think you should get tutoredâ, he cut you off.
you froze. tutoring? this was so embarrassing, usually you were the one to provide tutoring to others, and now you have to be the one to receive it? no thank you.
you let out a small chuckle, âi understand professor, but i think i can handle it by myself.â
his brows creased at your words, âi donât think you have enough time for that, the exams are nearing and you have managed to mess up even the basic things in the exam.â
you sighed at his words, silently accepting your fate because he wasnât wrong. maybe you should swallow your ego and just get tutored, it was for your own good anyway.
taking a deep breath you put on a fake smile and gritted out, âokay.â
the rush of your mary jane clad feet filled the hallways of hogwarts with clopping sounds. your feet skidded to a stop in front of the library doors and you placed your hand over your chest, trying to catch your breath from the ten minute long run. you were late for your first tutoring session because your evening nap went a little longer than expected.Â
brushing out stray hair strands from your face you opened the doors and stepped in, looking around for your tutor. the only person other than you was a boy with raven hair, sitting on a bench completely surrounded by bookshelves.Â
you approached him, assuming he was your tutor.Â
âuh hey!â, you called out in an unsure manner. âare you my assigned tutor for po-â
âyesâ, he cut you off curtly, not even bothering to spare you a glance. âtake a seat.â
you frowned in confusion at his cold behaviour and pulled out a chair to sit next to him. he seemed to be shuffling through some papers and organising them. a few seconds went by with him failing to acknowledge your presence. you cleared your throat awkwardly and introduced yourself, trying to get his attention.Â
his head immediately shot up as soon as he heard your name, his eyes widening in what you could tell was surprise. confused at his reaction, you just gave him a small smile. he was silent for a while, giving you enough time to take in his features.
bangs fell over the smooth skin of his forehead and he looked at you through glasses which fit perfectly on his face, adding on to his handsome features. you had seen him around a few times as you shared a few classes with him. he was one of the smartest students, loved by all his teachers.
âuh iâm jungwonâ, his voice broke through the awkward silence.
you nodded, âhey. iâve seen you around.â
his lips pulled up into a smile at that as he let out a small laugh nervously. you raised your eyebrows at his sudden shift in demeanour. just a moment ago he didnât care about your presence and now he was smiling? whatever.
âprofessor told me you had been facing some problems with potionsâ, he looked down and tapped his quill on the table. âwhat can i help you with?â
you explained how you messed up the practical test for your mocks. he listened intently, never breaking eye contact with you which made you a bit nervous.Â
you came to an end of your rant but jungwon still maintained eye contact with you, his chin resting on his hand now.Â
you cleared your throat, âso..?â
he still seemed to be staring at you, his eyes out of focus as he dreamily smiled at you.
frowning at his odd behaviour, you waved your hand in front of his face which broke him out of his thoughts. his eyes widened momentarily as he shook his head, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.
âare you sick?â
he chuckled nervously, âno no i was just planning out how i could help youâ
he picked up a quill and started writing a plan for you in neat handwriting. once he was done, he passed the sheet over to you.
âweâll follow this for the next two weeks. meet me in the potions class at four tomorrow.â
you gave a once over at what he had written and smiled at him. âwill do, thanks jungwon!â
he nodded and started packing up his things. when he was done he looked at you expectantly, âitâs time for dinner, letâs go to the great hall together.â
you smiled and gathered your things as well.
it was the first day of your tutoring and you were early today.
or you thought so.
glancing around the potions classroom, you spotted jungwon already there. he was perched on a stool, arranging vials and flasks on the tables. unlike his usual composed demeanour in class, he seemed flustered, his bangs falling over his forehead as he fumbled with a particularly stubborn stopper.
he looked up as he heard you shuffle in, a relieved smile splitting his face.
"ah, there you are! i was starting to think you'd gotten lost."
"lost?" you repeated, a laugh escaping your lips. "in the potions classroom? hardly."
he chuckled, a nervous undertone to it. "right, of course. so, are you ready to tackle some invisibility potion today?"
you straightened your robes, a determined glint in your eyes. "ready as i'll ever be. though," you added, an unsure lilt in your voice, "considering my track record, maybe 'invisible' isn't the best thing to start off with."
jungwon's hummed, his cheeks flushing. "well, that's why we're practising, isn't it? to avoid another...disappearing act?"
you snorted. "exactly. though, to be fair, the professor did say my failed polyjuice potion was rather impressive in its...uniqueness."
he winced. "right. let's just focus on not achieving sentience with our cauldron this time, alright?"
the rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of chopping netslime and muttering incantations. jungwon was a patient tutor, though his explanations sometimes devolved into nervous rambling when your eyes met.Â
by the end of the session, your potion shimmered a faint, almost-invisible blue. not perfect, but a far cry from your previous disasters. jungwon beamed, his earlier awkwardness replaced by genuine pride.
"see? you're a natural! with a little more practice, you'll be brewing like snape in no time."
you laughed. "snape? now that's a terrifying image."
he chuckled, then cleared his throat, his gaze flickering away. "well, i should probably get going. i have herbology first thing tomorrow."
you nodded, gathering your things. "alright, see you then. and jungwon?"
he stopped at the door, his eyes questioning.
"thanks a lot for doing this. i already feel more confident.â
he smiled at that, making you do the same unconsciously.
the next two weeks flew by in a flurry of potion-making and stolen glances in your sessions, and outside of it whenever you both crossed paths. you had made a new friend and you were grateful for his help. you found yourself approaching the cauldron with newfound determination. your brews were improving steadily, and the playful banter during your sessions only added to the enjoyment.
one particularly chilly evening, you hurried down to the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for your secret DA practice sessions. you entered to find the familiar sight of your fellow students practising disarming spells and dodging jinxes. but amidst the chaos, you spotted an unexpected face â jungwon.
he was facing away from you, expertly deflecting a curse with a flick of his wand. you blinked, momentarily speechless. you never knew jungwon was a part of this! a warmth bloomed in your chest, a mixture of surprise and a strange sense of pride.
"nice one, jungwon!" , you called out, a wide grin on your face. jungwon turned, his eyes meeting yours. a flicker of surprise crossed his features before he broke into a wide grin.
"hey there," he said casually, striding over to you. "didn't expect to see you here."
"me neither," you admitted, a smile playing on your lips. "i guess you're not just a potions prodigy, huh?"
he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "turns out i have a few other hidden talents."
the rest of the evening flew by in a whirlwind of practice. seeing jungwon in this new light â confident, skilled, and fighting for a cause you both believed in â made your heart flutter. he was everything you admired and more.
admire? since when did that happen?
shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you got back to practising your charm. although, over the duration of the practise, your mind couldnât help but wander towards jungwonâs recent behaviour. he had been sweet to you since the beginning, always ready to help out. and the way he blushed around you and quipped with you, you couldnât help but think that maybe he also felt something?Â
as the group started dispersing, you lingered near the room's entrance, feigning the need to adjust your cloak.
"hey," jungwon's voice startled you. he was packing his bag, a casual smile playing on his lips. "didn't head out yet?"
"actually," you began, fiddling with the strap of your bag, "there was something i wanted to ask you about."
his smile widened in invitation. "shoot."
you took a deep breath. "it's about dumbledore's army. we've been working on patronus charms lately, and well, i'm struggling a bit." shame tinged your cheeks. you weren't used to needing help with spells.
jungwon's expression softened with understanding. "a patronus charm, huh? tricky business, that. but hey, i might be able to offer some pointers."
relief washed over you. "really? that would be amazing!"
he gestured towards a secluded corner of the room. "come on, then. let's see what you're working with."
you settled onto the dusty floor, explaining your struggles. you could conjure a faint wisp of silvery light, but it was far from the actual form you needed. jungwon listened intently, occasionally asking clarifying questions.
"okay," he said once you finished, "it seems you've got the basic idea down. the key is focusing on a strong, happy memory. something that evokes a feeling of pure joy and warmth."
he saw your hesitant expression and chuckled. "don't worry, it's not a competition to see who has the most embarrassing childhood memory."
you forced a smile. "no, of course not." but your mind struggled to find that perfect memory.
jungwon seemed to sense your frustration. "close your eyes," he instructed gently.Â
"take a deep breath and try to visualise a place that makes you feel truly happy. maybe a familiar place from your childhood, a special time with a friend, anything that brings a smile to your face."
you closed your eyes, following his guidance. images flickered through your mind â family picnics, winning a quidditch match, late-night talks with your best friend. but none of them seemed to spark the necessary warmth.
just as you were about to give up, a memory surfaced. a smile bloomed on your face. you opened your eyes and met jungwon's gaze. "i think i have it," you whispered.
he nodded encouragingly. "focus on that feeling. the warmth, the happiness, let it flow through you and into your wand."
you closed your eyes again, picturing the memory that brought you happiness. it was a little hazy as you tried to focus on the touch and sounds from that memory. with a deep breath, you pointed your wand forward and muttered the incantation.
a wisp of silvery light erupted from your wand, growing and solidifying into a shape. it wasn't perfect â the outline of a cat was more suggestion than a form â but it was a patronus. you had finally done it.
a cheer escaped your lips as you realised you had finally done it. you looked at jungwon, your heart brimming with gratitude. "i did it!"
he beamed, genuine pride radiating from him. "see? you're a natural. you just needed a little nudge in the right direction."
his words held a hint of something more, something that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to thank him properly, to express just how much his help meant to you.Â
"thank you, jungwon," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. you wished, however, that your patronus could solidify into something more impressive, something that truly reflected the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.
as if sensing your unspoken desire, jungwon stepped closer. his movements were subtle, almost hesitant. but before you could question it, he reached behind you, his hand gently wrapping around yours, enclosing both your hands and your wand within his hold.
a jolt of electricity shot through you at his touch. the air in the room crackled with a tension you hadn't noticed before. your focus on the patronus wavered momentarily, replaced by a hyper awareness of jungwon's warm torso pressed against your back, his fingers brushing against yours.
his warm breath fanned over your ear as he whispered even though there was no one around to hear you both, ânow completely focus on that memory.â
the room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with unspoken tension. you focused on the memory, it acting as a soothing anchor in the storm brewing inside you. but this time, something was different. the wispy light from your wand pulsed, growing brighter, solidifying. the faint outline of a cat sharpened, taking on a more defined form.
in the heightened focus, you were oblivious to everything except the memory and the warmth radiating from jungwon's hand on yours. the familiar nostalgia from the memory echoed in your mind, a beacon of happiness. with a burst of energy, a fully formed silver cat patronus materialised, leaping and frolicking around the room.
you gasped in awe, forgetting everything else. "it's perfect! it's actually a perfect patronus!"Â
you jumped, unknowingly pushing yourself more into jungwon, making him wrap his hands loosely around you as he chuckled lowly. you spun around to share your joy with him.
but as you turned, your breath hitched. you were impossibly close to him, his hand still wrapped around yours, his face mere inches away. his eyes were dark and intense, a mirror of the emotions swirling within you. the air crackled with unspoken desire.
you leaned in, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. he tilted his head ever so slightly, his lips hovering a whisper away from yours. his breath hitched ever so slightly, as you both leaned in, the space between your lips closing with each passing second.
just as your lips were about to meet, jungwon pulled back abruptly.Â
he cleared his throat, his hand falling away from yours. "that's... that's amazing," he stammered, his eyes flickering away from yours. "a perfect patronus. you really are something else."
his words held a strange distance, and a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. the electric tension that had thrummed in the air moments ago had dissipated, replaced by an awkward silence. you weren't sure what had happened, but embarrassment washed over you in suffocating waves. the joy of your achievement felt strangely hollow now.
your patronus immediately vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of sparkles behind.
the tension in the room receded as quickly as it had risen, leaving a bewildered silence in its wake. you blinked, confused and slightly disappointed. why did he stop?
"i, uh," he stammered, looking at his shoes, "i think it's getting late. maybe we should call it a night?"
did he regret the near kiss? or was there something else at play?Â
you opened your mouth to ask, but the words wouldn't come. the magic of the patronus lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.
"yeah," you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. "it's getting late."
jungwon offered a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before gathering his things and hurrying towards the exit. you watched him go, a myriad of emotions swirling within you.
disappointment gnawed at you like a dementor during your potions class the next day. your potions professor, inspecting your bubbling concoction with a delighted smile, declared it "exactly by the book."
he beamed, announcing, "it appears the extra sessions have paid off! perhaps we can consider them concluded, wouldn't you agree?"
a lump formed in your throat. you glanced at jungwon, expecting a playful jab or a celebratory nod. but he simply shrugged, a noncommittal, âsounds good to me,â escaping his lips.
the professor's words should have filled you with relief. you were back on track, independent once more. yet, as the class ended, all you felt was a hollow emptiness. you caught jungwon's eye for a fleeting moment, hoping for a familiar spark or a shared grin. instead, he averted his gaze, muttering a hurried goodbye and hurried out of the classroom.
this became a pattern over the next few days. in the hallways, where you once exchanged playful jibes, jungwon now seemed to melt into the background whenever you approached. shared classes were endured in a tense silence, his friendly demeanour replaced by a distant politeness.Â
you replayed the scene in the room of requirement over and over in your head, desperately trying to pinpoint where you'd gone wrong.Â
had you misread the tension? had you moved too fast, startled him with your sudden boldness?
one evening, you found yourself lingering outside the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for dumbledore's army. you weren't sure why you were there, perhaps a desperate hope that jungwon would appear. the door creaked open, and your best friend peeked out.
"lost something?" she asked, her brow quirked in concern.
you shook your head, the words refusing to form.
"everything alright?" she pressed gently, her perceptive eyes searching yours.
you sighed, finally blurting out, "it's jungwon. did iâŠdid i do something wrong?"
her knowing smile softened the blow. "ah," she said, pulling you into a hug. "sometimes, the most powerful potions are brewed in silence, simmering with unspoken emotions."
her words offered little comfort, but they planted a seed in your mind. maybe rushing something as delicate as what you felt for jungwon wasn't the way. maybe patience, like the perfect potion, required time and the right balance of ingredients. you resolved to let things cool, to focus on mastering your spells and potions, hoping that maybe, one day, the right opportunity would present itself, and the spark you shared with jungwon wouldn't need words to reignite.
screw whatever you thought before. you couldn't wait for that âone dayâ to come as you watched your classmate, a girl with hair like spun sunshine, practically cling to jungwon's arm in herbology. they were bent over, giggling like pixies at a particularly stubborn gillyweed.
fury replaced the embers of hope your friend had ignited. who was this girl? had he moved on that quickly?Â
jealousy bubbled in your stomach as you stalked away from the window, hurt settling in your chest. but you were determined to make things right, even if it meant making your friendship(?) with him awkward, you needed to know what went wrong.Â
the bell signalling the end of class was your cue. you bolted out, weaving through students, your eyes locked on jungwon. he noticed you coming, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but before he could react, you were upon him.
he was walking with the sunshine-haired girl, lost in their own conversation, until a breathless, "jungwon!" ripped him from it. he turned, eyes widening further when he saw your determined, (slightly crazed) expression.
"uh, hi?" he stammered, glancing between you and the girl who stood blinking at you both, confused.
"excuse me," you said politely through gritted teeth to the girl, who, thankfully, scurried off with a mumbled âsee you later, jungwon.â
now, alone with the reason of your anger and surging jealousy, you grabbed his arm and steered him away from the castle grounds. you marched him past the greenhouses until you reached a secluded clearing near the black lake. there, with a flourish that would have earned you points in charms class, you pinned him against a sturdy oak tree.
he stared at you, bewildered, as your chest heaved. "okay," he started cautiously, "what's going on?"
"what's going on?" you sputtered, finally finding your voice. "what's going on is, i thought we had...something!" you gestured wildly towards the castle, where you could still see a flicker of sunshine hair disappear around a corner.
jungwon blinked, then a slow blush crept up his neck. "we...we do! we had potions tutoring sessions, remember?"
you threw your hands up in exasperation. "ugh, not tutoring! thisâŠthis unspoken thing we have!"
his blush deepened, and he mumbled something inaudible under his breath.
"what?" you demanded.
he took a deep breath. "look, about that night in the room of requirement..."
"yes?" you leaned in, heart pounding.
he cleared his throat. "maybe i⊠i overreacted. i wasn't sure what you were feeling, andâŠ"
he trailed off, his gaze dropping to the ground. you gaped at him, realising the truth. you hadn't scared him off, he'd scared himself off!Â
but there was more. a flicker of insecurity crossed his eyes. "and to be honest," he admitted sheepishly, "the real reason i've been avoiding you⊠well, it's because i was trying to figure out how to tell you something...something big."
you blinked. here you were, fuming about a nonexistent threat, while jungwon had been battling his own insecurities. the situation was hilarious, almost. but mostly, it was endearing.
a slow smile spread across your face. "well, spill it, jungwon. don't leave me in suspense."
he fumbled with his words, cheeks burning a fiery red. "it's about...well, ever since the beginning of this year, iâve looked at youâŠin a different light."
your heart thrummed erratically now, hoping he was getting to where you wanted him to.
"...and, well, you're not just funny and smart, you're kind and brave, and the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, it just makes me..." his voice trailed off, his eyes pleading with yours.Â
his rambling was adorable, but the knot of frustration in your stomach tightened with every nervous stammer. you couldn't take it anymore.
grabbing him by the collar, you silenced him with a kiss. it started desperate, fueled by the need to know his true feelings, but as his lips met yours, it melted into something sweeter. you poured your unspoken emotions into that kiss, the frustration, the longing, the dawning hope.Â
suddenly, jungwon spun you around, switching your positions so that you were pushed against the tree now. your breath hitched in surprise at his sudden show of confidence. he dove back into the kiss, his soft lips moving against yours in fervour. the intensity of your kiss increased along with your pulse and you were pretty sure jungwon could feel it with the way he was pressed up against you
when he finally pulled back, breathless and dizzy, a different kind of silence hung in the air.
jungwon stared at you as your cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, mirroring the sunset bleeding across the lake. finally, a smile bloomed on his face, genuine and relieved.Â
"see," he breathed, voice husky, "that was much easier than all that."
you laughed, a genuine sound that echoed through the clearing. relief washed over you, warm and tingly. "i should be the one saying that" you teased.
âyeah well i chickened outâ, he scratched his head in embarrassment, âi wanted my confession to be perfect.â
you smirked, âyeah well what you pulled right now was very romantic. i didnât know you had that in you.â
he rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. âyou liked it though. letâs head back now, itâs almost time for dinner.â
you smiled as you walked in step with him, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. he squeezed your hand with a cheeky grin on his face. you returned the squeeze looking up at him in question, when his next words had a blush blooming on your face.
âi hope youâre going to pay me back for those lessons with more of such kisses.â
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Hello could I please request civilian!reader staring at the batboys for a long time and goes âwhy are you so perfect and handsome, Iâm so lucky to have you and I will protect you with my tiny body and handsâ đž
Idk whether or not this is what you wanted anon but I hope you like it at least in some way đ
Jason canât help but let out a full belly laugh upon hearing your declaration after having stared at him for a full hour, as he walked over to you to cup your face in his hands and rest his head against yours.
âHow sweet you of chipmunk, Iâll make sure to keep that in mind whenever Iâm in trouble.â He murmurs as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.
He found it extremely endearing and sweet that you would ever go out of your way to protect someone like him but he preferred if you were to stay at home where it was relatively safe. Jason cared way too much about you to loose you, even if the comment was made in a lighthearted way.
Gotham was far too cruel for someone like you and you both knew it, the city was bound to swallow you whole before you even made it down the street.
The other thing that stuck in Jasonâs mind how you thought he was perfect and handsome, to which he would always respond with;
âIâm far from being either of those things chipmunk, but Iâll take the compliment.â
Jason didnât view himself as an ugly dude but nor did he think of himself as handsome either, he grew up in Crime Alley and was taken in by a billionaire, he never had times to focus on the way he looked or acted in the eyes of others. Until you of course.
To Jason, Dick was someone many would consider a handsome and perfect man while those same many often regarded him as the complete opposite under the same breath. So whenever you held his face in your hands and called him handsome or perfect with a look of utter love and adoration in your eyes, Jason canât help but find himself slowly starting to believe that he was in fact a handsome man.
If anything Jason views himself as the one who is lucky to have someone as good and as perfect as you and he reminds you of it day and night, whether he was Jason Todd, your perfect man or Red Hood, feared vigilante of Gotham.
Dick: found it really cute that you thought you could protect him, someone who had the insane flexibility and agility of a cat, but he wasnât one to crush your dreams and aspirations.
âMy hero has finally come to save me?â Heâd gasp dramatically as he practically falls into your arms, causing you to buckle under his weight and collapse on the bed and giggle at his theatrics.
However he wouldnât dare let you put yourself in danger in any way shape or form for the likes of him, he refused it as this life had nothing but take and take and take from him anything and everything he held dear.
He still remembered how he felt partially responsible for Jasonâs death that he tries to make up for it by being in his corner when it seemed as though everyone thought ill of him.
So Dick really doesnât want you going and pulling the heroic card on him as he wasnât sure heâd be able to handle it, heâd act like he could when in reality he was doing far worse then anyone could imagine. So it be better if you let him do the saving.
Now Dick was aware of his own attractiveness and appeal but when you were the one calling him perfect and handsome, heâs smiling widely and internally kicking his feet and saying silly shit like;
âYou still have a crush on me? How embarrassing for you.â To which you respond with âDick weâve been dating for 8 months-â
When anyone else calls Dick handsome they are pointing out an already pre established fact, but when youâre the one saying heâs handsome it has more meaning as it felt as though he was being shown something that he never knew was there before. He lived for every time you called him handsome and it wasnât because of an ego thing, he just like you calling him handsome and would never want to live in reality where he never heard you say it ever again.
Damian;
âI can protect us both without issue so thereâs no need for that.â
He sometimes takes your word a little too literally, regardless whether you were joking or not.
He was the crime fighter out of you both, so just let him do all the fighting, he doesnât want your eyes to be burdened with the violence and criminal activity that he was accustomed to.
Also when you called him perfect and handsome, Poor Damian didnât know what to think as it wasnât something he viewed himself as nor expected anyone outside of his family to either.
He could handle insults and such but soft words laced with love and care towards him was an entirely new feeling for him in general that it both scared and excited him simultaneously. Besides Damian wasnât interested in tibial things such as being conventionally attractive or whatever troubles the average person, he never thought it of any importance when other things took presidency in his life.
However when you compliment him, Damian couldnât help but feel as though he was a little boy again, he would feel himself stiffen for a moment before the appropriate response came to him as easy as breathing, because caring for you was as easy as breathing to Damian and heâd do anything to make sure you were safe and sound wherever you are; for without you heâd be deeply lost.
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