#and while I can't find anything on it at the moment

[captain-huggy-bear]

congrats on 1000, you deserve it!! may I please request "can you please get up i have to pee" with luke

My computer crashed while I was writing this and I have never been more annoyed in my life. 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

"Luke." It had been nice at first to have Luke lay on top of you, to be crushed into mattress by his weight. At first it had been nice to feel the way he pressed his face into your neck, the kisses that he dotted there. It had been nice to feel surrounded by him: his weight, his warmth, his cologne, his breath as he breathed against you. It had been nice until your bladder decided it was time to get up and go pee, made worse by the weight of a 200lb hockey player smushing you into the mattress.

He grunts as you push at his shoulders trying to shake him off. All Luke does is nuzzle his face further into your neck, not caring about the hair that tickles his cheek. He's too comfy to move, the idea that you're trying to shove him off his preposterous right now as he enjoys the sleepy sort of daze he's feeling on top of you.

"Luke!" You shout loud enough in his ear this time that he lifts his head up like it's the biggest chore in the world, curls falling into his eyes as he does so. You're still shoving at his shoulders and chest as he frowns down at you, unhappy that you've disturbed his comfortable resting position.

"What?"

"Can you please get up I have to pee..." It should be a simple enough request that any reasonable human would have accepted, any other human would have gotten off of you with an apology. But, your boyfriend? Luke? The youngest of 3 brothers?

"No. Comfy." You groan at him, wriggling as the feeling that you need to pee gets worse and worse, you shove at his shoulders hoping to be as annoying as possible to get him to get off of you. You can't dislodge him by yourself, he's far too heavy and big for that. Being crushed under him was normally enjoyable, but this? This was some sort of torture.

"Luke, I'm going to wet myself, get offf!!" He barely budges with your wriggling and shoving, if anything you just make the situation worse for yourself. It actually feels like Luke is putting more of his weight on you like some sort of asshole.

"I don't wanna..."

"Luke, I will never forgive you if you make me wet myself right now." The idea of that is so embarrassing that your shoving has a renewed strength to it, that still does little to shift him, but it does make him start to take you seriously.

"Ugh, fine," He rolls off of you with a huff like you're the one being unreasonable and watches with a snicker as you all but army roll off of the bed and run for the bathroom.

When you finally come back he's leaning back against the bed, arms underneath his head like he's on a beach and you hate him a little for it. It's why you take a running jump on him, the sort you know will wind him and hurt just enough to be a sort of payback.

What you don't expect is for his shitty dorm bed to literally collapse underneath the sudden jarring weight of the two of you, the mattress finding itself on the floor, the wooden slats and legs underneath with Luke caught between the mattress and you.

The two of you look at each other for a moment in shock, your face dropping in horror before the twitch of Luke's lip has the two of you bursting out into laughter. God, he's such an asshole, but then you just broke his bed, so all's fair, right?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can you write a Dream BBQ Ena x Emotionless Reader?

More spefically Ena and Reader have been partners for a long time Ena being the more emotional one while Reader barely smiles in a year but then one time after a particularly brutal day of typical rejection and dislike bb people Ena feels more down then usual and finds a letter in her room that simply and basically says "I'll always be right beside you ~reader"

Thanks!

When Ena first started dating you, she knew that you'd come as a "surprise package deal". Never knowing how you'll act and being ready for anything.

However, she notices that package was severely lacking in "emotional factor"--more specifcally, you didn't show much emotion.

You carried only 0.5% of the emotional capacity in this relationship, while she conquered the other 99.5%...and it's been that way for the longest time.

No matter what shenanigans you both got up to while carrying out assignments, she has yet to see you crack a smile.

Of course, you'd express annoyance, discontent, and the like with your job. But she cannot recall a single time she's seen you smile.

There was one occasion where she saw a brief twitch of your lips after a rude customer spontaneously combusted...but that was a year ago, and she's certain her memory of that specific moment is thoroughly infaccurate.

Despite her best efforts, she can't get you to smile for her.

Even when Salesperson flirts with you and gives you hugs, or when Meanie demands you to "stop looking so damn heartless"....your expression barely wavers.

The truth is that it's not "trauma" or anything significant in your life that's made you become emotionless.

You've always been like this. It's that simple.

But apparently Ena thinks there's a deeper meaning, and she's desperate to unlock that mystery someday.

Froggy doesn't think it's a big deal, as smiling's not part of your job description nor any criteria, but she insists he'd never understand the "unique partnership" you two have.

One day, she goes off on a solo assignment...and has some deep regrets on not inviting you along when everybody she spoke to was extra rude, getting her name wrong, and/or threatening her with violence simply for existing.

Normally, she wouldn't have a care in the world....until one client in particular mocked that she'd never find love and that in the unlikely event she did have a partner...they'd be "absolutely disgusted".

Nothing even warranted that outburst.

She only did them a kind favor and that's their repayment.

But....could it be true?

That your emotionless demeanor was directed to her and her alone? Were you telling her she was disgusting and abhorrent to be around without saying a word? Did you only stay with her for the benefits?

The thoughts wouldn't leave her head as she dragged herself home, throwing her hat off and flopping onto the bed, the weight of that stranger's words pressing down on her like a bag of anvils.

"Maybe this was a pointless endeavor. They deserve better. I'm just a lower class citizen...chasing a pipe dream.." She mumbles into a pillow, ready to accept and sink into her depression--

But then her clawed hand makes contact with a piece of paper. Something she hasn't noticed before.

Turning her head, she realizes that it's a letter addressed to her. From you.

She expects the worst. Your resignation from this partnership. An eviction notice. An itemized list of grievances.

But it's none of the above.

Instead, what you wrote to her felt like you've given her the winning lottery numbers.

"I may not express it as often as I should, but I love you, Ena. And I'll always be right beside you--[Y/N]"

"P.S. Here's that smile you've always wanted :)"

In an micro-instant, she went from wanting to sob into her pillow to hugging it as she giggles like a schoolgirl, reading the note over and over again.

Suddenly, her world's not imploding anymore.

Suddenly, life's worth living again.

Because you showed her that you cared in other ways.

[returnofeternity]

college professor lottie who's like lowk OBSESSED with you and you're crushing on her too 😵‍💫 that's it that's the post

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of course, she's pretty, so it's no surprise that you develop a crush on her the first day of class.. with you, it takes a bit of time before you're fully obsessed, but with her, it's immediate. the second you walk in, asking if this is the right room, she's hooked. you're one of the first few people in class on the first day, and she's kind of disappointed when you pick a seat in the back and just nod and smile at her attempts to make conversation. but you're just nervous! you're on ur settings app pretending to do something just so she'll think ur busy because holy shit you might actually stutter so bad if she asks more than your name 😭😭

lottie who doodles on your work when she gives your assignments back... or lottie who finishes ur doodles and you find yourself kicking your feet over it 😭 esp when she puts "cute art :)" in parentheses. she's def the type to bring up how talented you are and asks if she can see more of your work, going as far as framing one of your works in the classroom. teacher's pet for real.

finding her staring at you during lectures. like when she's talking about whatever, she's always looking into your eyes as she explains. she'll look around at everyone else for a few moments just so you don't get suspicious, but they always float back to you when you look back at the projector to write down notes. taking pictures of the slides because it's too much to write and she has to get through these slides, and getting her in a picture.... feeling like a perv when you find yourself zooming in, and you take forever to delete it from ur phone.

professor lottie who told you that your body looked amazing in those jeans of yours once.

tfem prof lottie 😁 staring at her bulge during class and having to get up to go to the bathroom because you just cannot pay attention to anything else.. maybe it's break when you get back so the classroom is partly empty when you return. sitting in your seat and putting ur earphones in and scrolling thru ur socials for a bit, lottie walking up behind and just watching for as long as she can without seeming suspicious. she calls out your name but obv you don't hear, so she puts her hand on your shoulder, holding it down almost forcefully when you jump. awkwardly laughing while taking out ur earphones because you didn't even notice her and, fuck, how long was she watching you on ur phone...lottie who asks if everything's alright, that you seemed a little "off" earlier and she just wants to make sure you're okay. you're practically face to face w her bulge while sitting and you can't even answer. and ofc she knows why you're off...she's smug. almost letting out a whimper when she raises her brows and lifts your chin, telling you that you can say whatever's on your mind.

prof lottie who's so obsessed that she gets jealous when you talk to your classmates. god forbid you mention your other professors too.... she likes to think you only have her.. that you're hers.

meetings with lottie in her office but you're actually fucking 😊 even better if you have to wait until she's done with her class and walk in while she's helping one last student, smiling at how clear it is that she's impatient and already worked up as she tries to get out early 😭 calling her "professor matthews" to tease her too. she loves it.

"professor matthews, we have that meeting, remember?" you say innocently, smiling to yourself as you look at her ass, watching her help this student. she turns back to you and gives you a stern look.

"i remember." lottie rolls her eyes at the student asking more and more questions which makes you chuckle. "why don't you just send me an email, hm? i have a meeting with a student i need to attend." she smiles and pats the student's shoulder as she gets up, rushing out before they can say anything.

you follow her out the door and walk by her side to her office.

"i'm packing by the way." you whisper into her ear as you squeeze close to her to avoid bumping into students in the hall.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

TIMELESS

summary: what if neglected character was well-loved in our universe despite being so hated in her own?

(spin-off neglected reader x batfam)

DC readers were eating up the comic run, but it really got a big hit when Batman, on one of his infamous runs, met this homeless family , neglected character's family, and offered to raise the neglected character till they were 18 out of false pity.

So this HC is essentially us , the readers; the 4th wall is essentially reading comics , specifically those about the Batfamily.

So the Batfamily comics are released by this huge company called DC , where a man named Bruce Wayne tragically lost his family one night and, filled with rage and vengeance, became Batman.

The comic's continued run continues on, and we, the readers, read how he met every Robin and learn about their pasts ,growths, etc, from Dick's tragic start to Jason's demise. Tim's rather conflicting start and Damian's controversial add-in.

The company hadn't expected so many readers (us) to like this seemingly normal person. I mean, come on, the neglected character can barely tie her own shoelaces properly and is literally so socially awkward.

This, of course, backfires immensely since a lot of DC readers really like neglected character because of how easily relatable they are to the big audience .

Neglected character was originally added to the family as, like, a punchline and for filler purposes, especially for Damian and Jason to appear more vibrant and more in touch with the audience and since they were running out of ideas and thought batman saving neglected character could be a moment.

There was also a whole separate run for Bruce and Tim with neglected character—they were talking about some complex time travel whatnots to explain a sudden time jump in the comics, and poor neglected reader was just there as a punchline because she was too 'dumb' to understand what they weee talking about .This backfired on them, of course—it turned into a massive meme about how 'shit is so confusing even our goat (neglected character) can't understand this shii.

At this point in the actual comics, things were getting frisky in the family. The Batfam literally starts despising neglected character so much. She's literally a nobody who doesn't even try to do anything like saving gotham like them, and they're so much better than her, so why is she getting all the love ?

Like, seriously, why would anyone want to like some lowlife who can't solve cold cases in two days, do crazy backflips, and knows ancient martial arts techniques and ancient languages? Oh! Did they forget to mention they can do anything? Side note: they can !

DC really tried to push the Batfam propaganda for a while, trying to manipulate us readers into liking them, but it's so hard too when we as the general audience can't even relate to them.

Thus, neglected character's fanbase grew exponentially—literally to the point where DC had to make their own solo because of the high demand .

Neglected character whose whole solo run was just them trying to find themselves and distance themselves from how hateful and harmful the Batfam are—especially Jason and Damian. Literally, their run was just them helping people, like a close friend getting over a bad ex, to helping this one grandma open a bottle of ketchup.

Their run made a big hit—loads of readers loved how normal and relatable the neglected character is! Especially how she grows to love herself for being normal and just living for herself, which touched a lot of readers' hearts.

Due to the neglected character's striking popularity , the company literally had to somehow mention her name or her existence everywhere in every run they make in order for it to be successful .

Oh, Tim Drake is getting a solo run? Let's put the neglected character in the background of the cover so people can pick it up to read. Oh, Damian and Batman are going on a duo adventure? Let's add a scene in the trailer where they mention the character's name once so people can flock to theaters to actually watch their movie.

Jason and Nightwing are getting their own animated series? Let's have a short ten-second clip of them discussing a plan and name-walking in the background so people can actually care about the series .

Literally the entire Batfam's popularity and relevancy are dependent on neglected character because whenever DC tries not to mention or include them, readers and viewers, respectively, don't engage with it, and it turns into a huge flop.

There are literally a hundred videos on YouTube where they all discuss who the strongest/best hero in the Batfam is, and the neglected character always wins , despite not even being a vigilante, because 'the goat (neglected character) just needs a bad day and a reason to crash out, and ain't no one in the Batfam can stop them' , ' Give my Goat (neglected character) a bat and a reason to crashout and she'd no-diff the entire villains cast in Gotham' , ' Personally if neglected reader was there , this situation would of never happened ' ,' TRUST NEGLECTED CHARACTER IS GONNA SHOW UP AND COOK JUST WAIT ' , ' NEGLECTED CHARACTER PLEASE SAVE US FROM WHATEVER THIS IS '.

Like, the Batfam is really starting to despise neglected character even more because, seriously, what does she have that they don't? And the neglected character couldn't give a damn because they are on their 20th comic issue where they are going to Spain with their classmates and they somehow save their airplane from crashing by accidentally falling into the cockpit and somehow hitting a random button that stabilizes the plane.

Safe to say DC readers and neglected reader fans are eating this shit up while Batfam seethes.

DC might have accidentally fucked up by making a run where Batfam gets so jealous they go out of their way to hunt neglected character and kill them, but due to leakers leaking the run and fans literally rioting, boycotting, and slandering the company, the company literally had to discard the whole issue and release an apology statement .

People took to the net by storm, even those who never read the comics in their life were leaving comments such as 'Ain't no way they tried killing my goat (neglected character),' Ayo bro, what is this ??,' 'LEAVE NEGLECTED CHARACTER ALONE,' and 'Tis pmo, man.'

It's safe to say DC indirectly created a literal icon of a character, and they can't kill them off or make any drastic changes to her character, or her fans will cook them alive.

Batfam slowly starts realizing their mistake in hating the neglected character and begins obsessing with her , trying to earn her favor, while the neglected character is just genuinely confused because since when do they check up on her?

ty for reading , pls comment , like and share !!

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[mistressofthemanor]

At any other time, he'd have made a further joke or would have assured her that she didn't need to worry about him, however, his mind was all over the place, so he didn't didn't attempt to do that, but gave her an apologetic look before turning back to the stove and flipping the huge chunk of batter, figuring he'd just put it on a different plate than the rest and serve it for himself when they'd finally sit down at the table and have their breakfast. "Well... I know it looks like a lot, but I'm hungry and what I won't eat, I'll chuck in the fridge for later... it won't go to waste" He bluffed, knowing well she wouldn't be surprised by that as he was notoriously known by her for having leftovers in the fridge as she'd been the one to stumble upon them when she brought him fresh produce or meals she wanted to stash in there, only to get horrified and disgusted when she moved the containers to make some space and realised there was mold in half of them. "Hm... If you insist... I won't force you to eat" He replied softly, convinced she'd be more willing to try some if she'd known that apart from frying them, he had nothing to do with the batter, especially not with making sure the eggs they've added were fresh and fine, however, he couldn't exhort her to eat and to take some home for Ariadné by telling her that her mother prepared it. Without thinking much about her wandering off - mainly, because he was unaware of the fact that Narcissa had set the table while he was away, brushing his teeth - he kept fiddling around and stealing nervous glances at the doorway. "No, why?" Scowling, he answered her question that came out of the blue with one of his own, maybe a bit too quickly for his own good, though at that point, he had no clue why she'd assume that, especially after him having given a believable explanation to the quantity of the pancakes. "Have you planned something with me in mind?"

The moment he reminded her about the fridge, she turned and headed there immediately, knowing it had been a while since she had been over with enough time to clean it out and it was about time to have it deep cleaned again. However, for now, she could quickly go through and toss the things that were far past their dates. "Yes, I'm well aware of your leftovers. To which I'm going to check right now while I'm here to see if there is anything I ought to throw away. You can't eat things that are weeks old, pfft, maybe older than that, ugh I don't want to think about how long you leave things in there...and I don't know why I'm telling you this again, you don't listen to me." She groaned as she opened the fridge, prepared to find something gross and instead she found it stocked. With fruits and vegetables, fresh ones, and a variety of cheeses - What in the world is going on?! She turned when he claimed he wasn't expecting anyone, making her even more confused. "No, I haven't planned something...but I think something is going on here. I mean, your fridge!" She waved her hand to it, although he wasn't really paying attention. "There is more food in here than...when did you go to the market? I mean, I gotta say I'm glad to see you're eating and better food at that, but...why are there two places at the table? And all this food?" Celeste shut the fridge door as she walked back to the kitchen and that was when she spot it. Walking over and lifting the satin robe from the chair, she raised it up. "Are you also changing your wardrobe now?"

Bones of Contention

[shuenkio]

愛 I want your Salty ! - 이희승

Paring: Heeseung X M!reader

Synopsis ; It was a teasing joke but who knows your boyfriend would actually let you taste his "Salty" Water?

Genre: Smut Cw: Smau. Non proof read

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A/n: ik there'd be some part that different from the starter, since my brain is not braining— anyway.

In a day of normal life of Mn who always wanted someone who can understand him and can handle him at his worst not only his emotion but his behavior too since he know himself that, he can't control his running lip and thought sometime despite being a random rambler person, and it was just a dream and hoping to find a perfect boyfriend right? right but not until someone like his tinder profile, and text him that they want to meet him, a normal single date between two guys wouldn't hurt a try, so Mn give it a short, lower his expectation and standard so he can take anything they could offer.

Lord have mercy, it not what Mn have expected, the person who asked him out on a date named, Heeseung is just far more than he could imagine after exchange each other life story. Mn was about to explode after learning that Heeseung was just as much as him, just a different body at least, he was casual, blunt, quite, bold and understandable kind of person which make it so perfect if he would be Mn's boyfriend.

Which soon turn to be true, it not Mn who asked the taller if he had a partner, it the other way around. the red hair didnt play once he also find his perfect love on a random day and he would let it slip into thin air? not a chance, after the date end that day, he immediately asked Mn out and asked him to be his, not for a time being but forever, and when Mn ensure about a second thoughts, Heeseung didn't care one bit if there any negative about Mn, He calmy response he know when he see one and that's not his Mn. And the answer cannot be No, if Hee want it he would do anything....

Present time

The day fall into dark, replace by the thousands stars filled the empty sky, the moon were amazing today, it light shine bright through every corner of the busy night city. Mn and Heeseung just got back from running errands today and making both of their ways back to their shared apartment home. Due to the hot weather from the day, when Mn spotted a ice cream truck he was thinking to grab some to cool down their body, and Heeseung just go along with it, anything for his Boyfriend.

And they continue on their way back home, as both of them have ice cream in their palm, licking, sucking, savoring the taste with it cold and yummy flavor. As Mn was eating, he is licking a scoop of ice cream which make his brain freeze for a moment. Heeseung chuckled to the sight, find t amusing and adorable when Mn acting like a toddler. Mn knot his brows together, his expression turn to a fake sulking that draw more laugh from the latter. The good time last for a while, before an idea pop up when Mn thought of something that could make his Boyfriend stun or even freaking shock.

"Stop snorting, This ice cream was too sweet that i could get diabetes ugh why don't you help me" Mn let out a sassy sigh and look away, hoping he would respond to his favor.

"By what, i don't have anything on me except a bottle of water, do want it?" Hee claimed, as he was about to pull out a water bottled from his backpack but was stopped why Mn comments.

"Oh so you thought i want that bland water? joke on you i want a salty one- from You" Smirk appear on Mn face, express the teasing in his tone with a hint of actually want it, knowing that Heeseung won't do such thing, and Mn know his taller bf know what he mean. Result Heeseung to turn his head slowly toward his lover, raise one of his eyebrows,That's even Mn cant even read his face.

Yet he not actually looking and pay much attention to Mn right now, Hee looking for a nearby restroom.

"What are you looking for? Don't take it seriously i was joking let's go back home, it getting late" Mn disappointed and awkward ate him up as nothing slip from Heeseung lip, it was pure silent. Mn was ready to go back home at instant only to get his back collar hooked by Heeseung's finger and dragging Mn to the restroom nearby.

"Don't be, i never said i would not give what you want, you said what you said right?"

"Heeseung....!"

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Inside the empty restroom, with barely nobody came across at this hour, Heeseung and Mn were in the same stall, just the two of them.

With Heeseung sitting on the toilet, Mn were sitting down on the floor. A lopsided grin painted in the taller face as his fingers dug into the waistband of his pants, all at once before pool down everything on his ankle, with a quite a shift of the fabric, his cock was exposed- vulnerable in a way that giving Mn access to his liking, the cool air brushing over the heated skin making him twitching and throbbing.

"Go on suck it like how you wanted, i don't mind since you like it"

Mn blinked, jaw ticking slightly, like his brain had short circuited but refused to believe what his lover just did.

"Uhhh can i even?-"

"If you don't I'm going to make you yourself darling, do it as you please, suck my cock until it dripping, leaking, and load you milk by the time it fucking drown your throat, like you want it Mn, my salty cum- do i need to say more?"

Heeseung even making sure he was making the right statement for his clueless boyfriend so he could feel at ease, as he lean backward, spread his legs more for his Mn to giving him more entry. He always been the understanding one, quietly patient, nothing really shock him anymore, he would give all the things Mn desire.

Mn eyes spark with satisfations the kind that came when something he longing for finally here. As he slowly insert his boyfriend's jotting massive cock inside his warm mouth then began to bobbing his head in a steady rhyme, taking his time to make this moment longer. While Heeseung just sit still, doing nonthing.

"Just like that Mn, wrapped that hungry lip like you want to eat this cock- fuck hell yeah" The empty room are now filled with soft groan and moaning from the stall, not even care if there anyone would hear them, this is all pleasure that cannot be stop.

Heeseung’s breath caught, shoulders pressing back as his fingers curled tight in hair. He wasn’t being loud, he couldn’t be, but the sounds still slipped from him, unfiltered and low. Quiet groans rolled out of his chest, scattered and rough around the edges like he didn’t know how to hold them in anymore.

"Ah… fuck…" His voice was barely above a whisper, but every word felt heavy, soaked in heat.

The mouth on him moved with intention. Not rushed. Not teasing. Just steady, like something worth savoring. Tongue soft and warm as it swept along the underside, slow and sure, before easing back again. Heeseung shuddered, jaw clenching as his thighs twitched.

He looked down and swore again, eyes glazed, lips parted, chest rising in shallow waves.

"You’re gonna make me… shit, Don't you stop"

Heeseung’s hand dropped to the stall wall, palm flat, searching for something solid. The way he was being taken in wasn’t rough, but it was overwhelming in its care. Like every second had been memorized.

He let out a moan, voice caught in the back of his throat.

"God, your mouth…"

His body trembled as that warmth coiled tight in his stomach. The way he was being taken in, steadily, deeper with each pass, had him spiraling. Heeseung could barely breathe. His other hand tangled deeper in Mn hair, not guiding, just holding on.

"You’re gonna kill me," he whispered, a choked sound following right after.

"Don’t stop. Please. Just… don’t."

His hips jerked once, breath staggering, and the mouth around him adjusted with the same smooth pressure, never missing a beat. A soft hum followed, intentional or not, it didn’t matter. It was the last thing he needed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…cum, cum cumming ”

With a low, shaky moan, Heeseung tensed. His breath stilled. Then he came, with a massive load, it was quiet but intense, his toes curling as a sound escaped him, raw, soft, almost reverent.

"Swallow it, don't leave any drop darling, just like you need to refresh your sweet tongue"

His head tipped back, neck bared to the too-bright lights above, chest rising in uneven waves as he tried to remember how to breathe. Fingers still tangled, body still pulsing from the aftershock.

"Was it salty like you want now?"

Mn nodded satisfied.

Who wouldn't when you get to suck Dick, especially from someone you loved.

[woozinhos]

asking wonwoo, you best friend to take your virginity because you only trust him

I choose you|| Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Notes: Pokémon references hehe anyways hope you enjoy!!

You've been wanting to lose your virginity for a while now, and you know that Wonwoo is the perfect person to do it with. You've been best friends for years, and you trust him more than anyone else in the world.

As you sit across from him in his room, your heart races as you try to find the words to ask him. "Wonwoo," you begin, your voice shaking slightly. "There's something I want to ask you." Wonwoo looks at you curiously, sensing the seriousness in your tone. "What is it, Y/N?" he asks, his expression soft and gentle.

You take a deep breath and blurt it out. "I want you to be my first," you say, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. Wonwoo's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't look disgusted or uncomfortable. Instead, he reaches out to take your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your palm.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks softly, his gaze locked on yours. "I don't want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable or regret it later." You nod, your heart swelling with gratitude for his concern. "I'm sure, Wonwoo," you say, your voice steady now. "I trust you completely. I know you'll take care of me."

Wonwoo studies your face for a moment before standing up and pulling you into a tight hug. "Okay," he whispers, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "I'll do it." You feel a mix of nervousness and excitement as he leads you over to his bed, the reality of what's about to happen sinking in. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pats the space next to him, inviting you to join him.

"Come here," he says, his voice gentle but filled with desire. "Let me make this special for you." You sit down next to him, feeling a little dazed by his willingness to go through with it right now. Wonwoo can sense your surprise and hesitation, and he gently takes your hand again.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready." You shake your head, realizing that this is what you've been wanting for a while now. "No, I want to," you say, meeting his gaze. "I just didn't expect you to be so... eager."

Wonwoo chuckles softly and leans in to kiss you, his lips warm and gentle against yours. "I've been waiting for you to ask," he admits between kisses. "I care about you more than anyone else, Y/N." As Wonwoo kisses you, his hands begin to roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch is gentle yet possessive, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your lips, pulling you onto his lap so that you're straddling him. "I can't believe you chose me." You can feel his hardness pressing against you through his clothes, and it makes you moan softly into the kiss. Wonwoo breaks away from your lips to trail kisses down your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress your skin.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, tugging at the hem of your shirt. His eyes are dark with desire, but still filled with tenderness and concern for you. You nod, lifting your arms as Wonwoo removes your shirt, leaving you in your bra. He takes a moment to admire your half-naked form, his hands coming up to cup your breasts.

"Perfect," he whispers, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. "Every part of you is perfect." He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, his fingers fumbling slightly with the hooks. You can feel his excitement growing, and it makes you even more eager to continue.

"Let me see you," he says, pulling the bra away to reveal your bare chest. His eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you, his hands moving to massage your breasts gently. You arch into Wonwoo's touch, your nipples hardening under his palms. He leans forward to take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as his hand continues to tease the other.

"Mmm, Wonwoo," you moan, running your fingers through his hair. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin is almost too much to handle. Wonwoo switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention as he gently lays you down on the bed. His hands move to your jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper as he tries to remove them.

"Can I?" he asks again, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see all of you." You nod, lifting your hips as Wonwoo pulls your jeans and underwear off in one smooth motion. He sits back to admire your fully naked body, his eyes roaming over every inch of you.

"You're stunning," he breathes, his hands tracing the curves of your thighs. "I've dreamed about this so many times." He leans down to kiss you again, his body covering yours as he presses you into the mattress. You can feel his erection pressing against your bare skin, and it makes you ache with need.

"Wonwoo, please," you whimper, bucking your hips up against him. "I need you." Wonwoo groans at your plea, reaching down to unbutton his own pants. He quickly strips off his clothes, revealing his toned body and impressive length.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks one last time, hovering over you with his cock in hand. "We can still stop if you need to." You shake your head, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. "I'm ready," you say, looking up at him with trust and desire in your eyes. Wonwoo positions himself at your entrance, his cock slick with pre-cum. He looks at you one more time, as if committing this moment to memory, before slowly pushing inside.

Wonwoo notices your wince and stops immediately, his expression filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asks, holding himself still. "Am I hurting you?" You take a deep breath, adjusting to the feeling of being stretched open for the first time. "No, it's just... a bit uncomfortable," you admit. "But keep going, please."

Wonwoo nods and continues to push in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. He reaches down to rub your clit, hoping to distract you from any pain. "You're doing so well," he praises, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so good around me." Wonwoo's lips on your neck are a welcome distraction from the discomfort, sending shivers down your spine. He sucks and nibbles on your sensitive skin as he continues to push into you, his fingers still circling your clit.

"That's it," he murmurs against your neck. "Just relax and focus on the pleasure." You moan as the initial discomfort starts to fade, replaced by a growing sense of fullness and pleasure. You wrap your arms around Wonwoo's neck, holding him close as he begins to move inside you. Wonwoo smiles against your skin as he feels you relax and start to enjoy the sensation. He pulls back slightly to look at your face, his eyes dark with desire but still full of tenderness.

"You're taking me so well," he whispers, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "I can't believe I'm the one who gets to do this with you." He leans down to kiss you again, his tongue tangling with yours as he increases the pace of his thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin, creating an intimate and erotic atmosphere. Wonwoo is struggling to hold back his own orgasm as he watches you come undone beneath him. Your moans and the way you're clenching around him are driving him wild, but he's determined to make sure you cum first.

"I'm close," he grits out, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to maintain control. "But I want you to cum for me first, Y/N." He shifts his angle slightly, searching for that sweet spot inside you. "Let go," he urges, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel you come on my cock." Wonwoo continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more erratic as he gets closer to the edge. He can feel you starting to tremble beneath him, your breaths coming in short gasps.

"That's it, baby," he groans, his thumb pressing against your clit. "I can feel you getting tighter. Let it happen." You cry out as the orgasm hits you, your body arching up off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over you. Wonwoo watches you with a look of awe on his face, his own release finally crashing over him as he feels your walls flutter around his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," he moans, burying himself deep inside you as he cums. "You're amazing." Wonwoo collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He nuzzles your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin as he comes down from his high.

"How do you feel?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you with a mixture of concern and satisfaction. "Was it okay for your first time?" You smile up at him, feeling a little sore but incredibly satisfied. "It was perfect," you say, running your fingers through his sweaty hair. "Thank you for being so gentle and patient with me." Wonwoo kisses you again, holding you close as he rolls onto his side. "I'll always take care of you," he promises, pulling the covers over both of you. "I'm just glad I could be the one to make this special for you."

Wonwoo hesitates for a moment before asking, his voice soft and hopeful. "Can I ask you something?" You look at him curiously, sensing the vulnerability in his expression. "Of course," you reply, running your fingers through his hair again.

"I know this was your first time and everything," he starts, avoiding eye contact. "But I was wondering... would you want to do this again? Maybe not all the time, but sometimes?" You're surprised by his question, but not upset. You consider it for a moment before nodding. "I think I'd like that," you say honestly. "I trust you more than anyone else, and I enjoyed being with you like this." Wonwoo's face lights up with a genuine smile, relief and happiness washing over him. He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you," he says softly. "I promise I'll always be gentle and make sure you're comfortable. And I won't tell anyone about this." You snuggle into his chest, feeling safe and content in his arms. The intimacy of the moment isn't just physical - it's a new level of trust and connection between you two.

"I'm glad we talked about this," you say, tracing patterns on his skin with your fingers. "And I'm glad I chose you."

[idkyetxoxo]

Gwayne Hightower - Bad Things

Summary - Torn between her unfaithful husband, the fiery Daemon Targaryen, and the calm, captivating Gwayne Hightower, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous, secret affair. As the tension between passion and guilt rises, she discovers a side of herself she never knew existed.

Pairing - Gwayne Hightower reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!), infidelity

Word count - 2552

Masterlist for Gwayne • House of the Dragon General Masterlist

Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do. I only wanna do bad things to you. So good that you can't explain it. What can I say? It's complicated.

In the world we inhabited, a husband's infidelity was often dismissed as a trivial misstep, a careless indulgence forgiven without consequence. 

Society reserved its harshest judgment for women who strayed, branding them with words like "treacherous" and treating their unfaithfulness as an unforgivable plague. 

The double standard was suffocating, a twisted dance where his sins were seen as forgivable lapses, while hers were considered crimes against the very fabric of morality.

For me, such hypocrisy was more than theoretical. My husband was none other than the rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen—a man as captivating as he was capricious. 

By daylight, I was his devoted wife, tethered to his stormy charm and reckless ambition. But when night fell, my heart betrayed him, its rhythms beating for another.

Gwayne Hightower. A knight of arresting beauty, with a strength of character that bewitched me from the first glance. 

Where Daemon was fire, unpredictable and consuming, Gwayne was the steady pulse of warmth I hadn't known I craved. He possessed a grace that seemed almost foreign in contrast to the chaos of my husband, and his allure became my quiet rebellion.

I remember the day we first met. 

It was hardly the beginning of a love story—our words to one another were brief, stifled by Daemon's venomous disdain for anything bearing the green crest of House Hightower. 

My husband's hatred for Gwayne should have repelled me, but it had the opposite effect. 

The very qualities that made Daemon bristle intrigued me: Gwayne's stoicism, his discipline, and the quiet power in his gaze.

What Daemon dismissed as weakness, I saw as strength. What he loathed, I longed to know. 

And so began the subtle unravelling of my loyalties, a secret tide pulling me toward the knight who embodied everything my husband was not.

That night the Great Hall was alive with the hum of courtly chatter, the golden glow of torches reflecting off the polished stone walls and casting flickering shadows over the assembled nobility. 

Daemon had insisted I attend, his arm looped possessively around mine as we made our way through the sea of finely dressed lords and ladies. 

He was, as always, the centre of attention, exuding a magnetic arrogance that made people part like waves in his wake.

I was used to being invisible beside him—a mere ornament to enhance his presence. But that night, something shifted the air. Someone.

Gwayne Hightower stood at the edge of the hall, his armour polished to a mirror shine, his green surcoat a deliberate provocation in this den of dragons. 

His tall frame was relaxed, but there was a quiet authority in his stance, a confidence that drew my eye despite my better judgment. 

He wasn't just handsome—he was devastating. 

A strong jawline, piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through me, and a slight curl to his lips that suggested he knew exactly what effect he had on the women around him.

Including me.

Our eyes met across the room, and for a moment, the bustling hall seemed to fade into silence. The intensity of his gaze was a tether, drawing me closer even though I hadn't moved an inch. 

He inclined his head slightly, the faintest smirk playing at his lips as if daring me to acknowledge the spark arcing between us.

"Don't stare," Daemon muttered, his grip on my arm tightening. I snapped out of the trance, cheeks flushed, but the fire of Gwayne's gaze lingered, burning its way under my skin. 

Daemon, for all his swagger, didn't miss much. His narrowed eyes darted toward Gwayne, and I felt the simmering tension ripple through him.

"Otto must be pleased," Daemon remarked with a caustic edge, his voice low enough for only me to hear. "The golden son playing knight so well. Pity he's wasting his talents here, don't you think?"

"Not wasted, surely," I replied, my tone breezy but my heart pounding. "A knight of his caliber elevates the court."

Daemon snorted, steering me sharply toward a group of lords before I could say more. 

Yet, even as he regaled them with some tale of his exploits, I found my thoughts drifting back to the knight.

And then he was there. 

As Daemon turned to grab a goblet of wine, Gwayne stepped into our circle, bowing with just enough deference to mask the mischief in his smile. His eyes found mine instantly as if drawn by an invisible thread.

"Prince Daemon," Gwayne said smoothly, his voice rich and self-assured. "And my lady. A pleasure to see you both tonight."

Daemon's lip curled, but he dipped his head in the faintest nod. "Hightower. Enjoying the evening?"

"Immensely," Gwayne said, his gaze never leaving mine. "Though I find myself surprised—no one warned me the dragons kept such radiant company."

The compliment was blatant, and my breath hitched at the audacity of it. 

Daemon stiffened beside me, but I could feel the heat of Gwayne's attention like a caress, sparking a blush that betrayed me.

"Careful, Ser Gwayne," Daemon drawled, his tone sharp. "Compliments like that can be misconstrued."

"Surely not, my prince," Gwayne replied, his expression the picture of innocence, though his eyes danced with amusement. "A simple truth is hardly dangerous, is it?"

Daemon gave a tight-lipped smile, but his hand on my arm was insistent, pulling me toward the far side of the hall. I let him guide me, though my heart hammered in rebellion. 

When we reached the corner of the room, I couldn't resist. I turned back, searching for Gwayne one last time.

He was already watching me.

Our eyes locked again, and for a fleeting second, I forgot where I was, who I was. His expression had softened, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze. 

It felt like a promise, a challenge, and an apology all at once. 

My stomach twisted in a way I hadn't felt in years, a longing so sharp it left me breathless.

Daemon's voice cut through the haze. "Forget him," he ordered, though there was a shadow of uncertainty in his tone.

But how could I, when the memory of Gwayne's gaze burned brighter than the fire of any dragon?

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Nothing's that bad, if it feels good so you come back like I knew you would and we're both wild and the night's young and you're my drug.

Now, here I was, perched on Gwayne's strong, muscled thigh, rocking slowly back and forth, each movement fanning the fire that only he seemed able to quench. 

The dim light in his chambers played tricks on my mind, painting us in shadows and secrets, a tableau of longing that no one else could understand.

This was our ritual now—our stolen moments in the quiet dark. Away from prying eyes, from judgment, from the endless weight of who I was supposed to be. 

Here, with him, I could just exist.

"I've missed you," I whispered, my voice trembling as I struggled to keep the steady rhythm of my hips. 

His hands found my waist, their touch possessive but tender as he guided me effortlessly, knowing my body as though it had been crafted just for him.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to grace my chambers again," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. 

The teasing touch made me whimper, and he pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes blazing with an intensity that left me breathless.

"My sweet, desperate girl," he cooed, his thumb grazing my cheek in a way that made my heart clench. He knew exactly how to unravel me, one whispered word at a time.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he asked his voice a low, velvet whisper that sent shivers down my spine. I shook my head, not trusting my voice, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"Good," he breathed, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "Because I want to feel you come apart on me."

Effortlessly, he lifted me off his thigh, laying me back against the soft expanse of his bed. 

The loss of his touch between my legs made me ache in ways I didn't know I could, but the promise in his eyes was enough to soothe the frustration clawing at me. 

The night was young, and Gwayne had a way of making time stretch endlessly, each second a universe unto itself.

"Such beauty wasted on such a beast," he whispered, his fingers tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his movements. 

Slowly, he pressed into me, and the world fell away again, leaving only the two of us.

My back arched instinctively, my hands clutching at the sheets as he found a rhythm that felt like it had been crafted for me alone. 

He knew exactly how to drive me to the edge and pull me back, over and over, his control over my body absolute.

I traced my thumb along his lips, marvelling at the softness there before pulling him down to me, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was as desperate as it was deep. 

Our tongues fought for dominance, a battle I was more than willing to lose.

When I pulled back, gasping for breath, he rested his head on my chest, his breath warm and teasing against my skin as he licked and nipped at the flesh of my breasts. 

Each touch was a promise, a reminder of the man he was behind closed doors—the one who could break me apart and piece me back together with nothing but a look, a word, a touch.

The world outside was chaos, full of lies and half-truths, but here, in the sanctity of his arms, everything felt like bliss. 

Gwayne knew me—truly knew me. And even as guilt clawed at the edges of my conscience, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against my ear as if he couldn't help but voice the thought. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. 

"Do you feel it? How perfectly we fit?"

I nodded, unable to speak, my breath hitching as he shifted slightly, angling himself in a way that made me cry out. 

He smiled at the sound, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest as he dipped his head to capture my lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. 

It was hungry, consuming, the kind of kiss that left me dizzy with need.

When he pulled back, his lips were swollen, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. "I love the way you fall apart for me," he said, his voice a mixture of reverence and possession.

"Gwayne," I whispered his name like a prayer, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him back down to me. 

Our mouths collided again, this time slower, more tender. His tongue moved against mine with the kind of patience that drove me mad, the tension between us building with every second that passed.

He broke the kiss first, his lips trailing down my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin there. 

My hands clutched at his back, my nails digging into the hard planes of muscle as he worked his way lower, his tongue flicking over the hollow of my throat before moving to my collarbone. 

Each touch was deliberate, his mouth mapping every inch of me as though committing me to memory.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. His hands slid down my sides, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. 

When his lips found my breasts, I gasped, my body arching into him as he took his time, worshipping me in a way that left me trembling beneath him. 

His mouth was warm and teasing, his tongue flicking over sensitive peaks before he sucked gently, drawing soft, desperate sounds from my lips.

"Gwayne," I breathed his name again, my voice trembling with both need and awe. He lifted his head at the sound, his gaze meeting mine. 

The intensity in his eyes made my heart stutter, his expression so open and raw that it felt as though he were baring his very soul to me.

"Say it again," he demanded softly, his thumb brushing against the curve of my cheek.

"Gwayne," I whispered, my voice cracking as emotion overwhelmed me.

His lips curved into a smile, and he leaned down to kiss me again, this time softer, more deliberate. It was as though he wanted to savour every second, to draw out the moment until it stretched into eternity. 

The slow, steady rhythm of his body against mine matched the unhurried pace of the kiss, both of us lost in the feeling of each other.

"You're everything," he murmured against my lips, his voice so low I almost didn't catch the words.

I tightened my arms around him, pulling him as close as I could.

His pace quickened slightly, just enough to push me closer to the edge, and I clung to him as though he were my lifeline. 

The sensations coursing through me were overwhelming, a flood of pleasure and emotion that left me gasping. I could feel him losing himself in the moment too, his breaths coming faster, his movements growing more erratic as we both neared that inevitable crescendo.

But even as we hurtled toward the edge, there was a tenderness in the way he touched me, a quiet reverence that made my heart ache in the best way.

When I finally shattered, it was with his name on my lips, a cry of pure ecstasy that echoed in the room around us. He followed moments later, his body trembling as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

For a long moment, we just stayed like that, tangled together in the aftermath. His weight was a comforting presence against me, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that matched my own. 

He lifted his head eventually, his gaze soft as he looked down at me.

"You're everything I didn't know I needed," he said quietly, his voice filled with a sincerity that made my chest tighten.

I cupped his face with trembling hands, my thumb brushing against his cheekbone. "And you're everything I didn't think I could have," I replied, my voice breaking on the words.

He kissed me again, this time slow and lingering, as though sealing a silent promise between us. 

In that moment, it didn't matter that the world outside was waiting, or that what we were doing was forbidden. 

All that mattered was us—our shared warmth, our whispered confessions.

I used to believe love was simple, something pure and uncomplicated. But now, I realize it's a tangled mess of passion, regret, and need. 

What is betrayal, after all, but a moment of truth in a world of lies? 

And in that truth, I find a kind of freedom.

I want you forever even when we're not together scars on my body so I can take you wherever, like, I want you forever even when we're not together scars on my body I can look at you whenever.

A/n - this is purely for that one person who asked for more Gwayne and Daemon rivalry I absolutely loved writing this it was so fun!!

Gwayne tag list - @deniixlovezelda @randomnerdyfan @callsign-blue

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

thin walls - a Dave York blurb

summary: the wall between your hotel room and the room of the handsome man is pretty thin.

warnings: explicit, no y/n, not too descriptive masturbation (f), mention of a sex toy, allusions to allusions to masturbation (m)

a/n: what this is? idk. idc. i just want Dave to jerk it to me rubbing one out. no beta, typed out in the drafts because I like to live dangerously

imagine entering an elevator. there's already a man inside and he slowly turns towards you, deeply in thought, plush lips slightly agape, notebook in hand. way out of your league. a golden glint on his ring finger. of course he's married. he's stunning. "which floor?" he asks, his index already hovering over the brass buttons.

"yours," you croak after checking the floor the elevator is headed to. he smells good. expensive, subtle, clean, warm, maybe cedar and neroli?

he nods his head, too tired to make smalltalk. which is sad, because you are pretty. and nervous, because of him, he assumes. he always likes making people a little more nervous, likes to see them squirm. but not tonight. he had a long fucking day.

you glance at him, the sharp curve of his nose a stark contrast to his hair, a few soft curls jutting out above his forehead, gently bouncing when he looks up and meets your gaze.

he smiles. you smile back, squirming on your two feet because he caught you staring. a soft ding redeems you and the elevator doors glide open.

"bye," you say shyly, turning to the right the moment you step into the hallway.

"bye," he answers, also turning right. watching you hurry down the hall until you reach the door to your room. squirming again when you look into his direction and see that he enters the hotel room next to yours.

he smiles, smugly now. he can make you nervous even without the smalltalk. he still got it.

"the walls are pretty thin, you know." he's already one step into his room. "i hope you're not watching a sad movie again tonight. could hear you sob. was pretty heartbreaking."

your cheeks feel like they are smoldering. you weren't sobbing last night. you had an orgasm. you know it, he knows it. maybe jumping out the closed window was an option now.

"sorry. won't happen again," you say shakily and bravely hold his gaze.

he cocks a brow, his smug smile becomes a shit eating smirk. "good night, then."

you make an effort that night to muffle your moans. face down on the bed, hand between your legs, slowly riding your favorite travel toy. one single moan escapes when you turn your face from left to right on your pillow. you hold your breath. you listen. nothing. and just when you start moving your hips again you hear a knock on the wall. then something like a groan. then another groan.

could be anything. could be the stunning, married man next door having back pain. could be the stunning, married man next door masturbating to you masturbating. could be a coincidence. your body twitches, desperate for a continuation of the slow self-fucking. you clench around the toy, hard, and you moan again. he groans in response.

jesus, is he really jerking off? you can't tell. could be, could not be. but your body doesn't care. your mind is absolutely sure about that he's getting off on you. and you're getting off on him. so you edge yourself tonight because this is the closest to real sex you've come in a while. you make it count and then you make yourself come. it sounds like the stunning, married man on the other side of the wall does just the same. or he has back pain. you'll never know. and you hope you'll never meet him again because the embarrassment might kill you on the spot.

the next morning you find a piece of paper, pushed through the small gap underneath the door. it's folded in half neatly, straight lines in black ink on the inside when you open the note: "my pleasure!"

smug motherfucker.

this blurb on ao3

Dave York masterlist here

another, more explicit Dave blurb here: feasting

[hanniescookie]

object permanence - yjh

—⁠☆ to love you, i must know that you will always be there OR object permanence being a concept that means that objects continue to exist even when they are out of sight.

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre/warnings - non idol au, college au, psychological au, maybe set in the 1980s or smth, romance, fluff, slight angst, references of a psychological concept, mentions of a little bit of insecurities, skinship, use of petnames, lots of love and yearning, kissing, attachment, simp and insecure jeonghan

wc - 1.5k

A/N - finally!!! the idea that i got while studying for my mids is here, and i'm not very proud of it. it looked more good in my head but like okay ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ have a good read!

| @maestro-net

Jeonghan knows the die is cast for him again.

The moment he sees you, perched against the wide, arched window sill of the old library, a halo of soft afternoon light catching the flyaways in your hair, he tells himself that he's ruined beyond repair.

You are a silhouette against the dusty gold, your head bent over a thick, worn book, and your brows furrowed in concentration. One leg is tucked beneath you, the other dangling slightly, your foot gently tapping a silent rhythm against the wall.

It isn't even the first time that he's seeing you. Worse, it's probably the hundredth time within a week. He sees you all the time, and each time he feels his heart fill with a familiar ache—a longing that stays unspoken and unchanging.

All that he desires right now is to be close to you—to breathe the same air as you.

The need claws at him and he feels a rising panic at the intensity of it. It's illogical and absurd — this maddening urge to keep you within his sight makes him feel a little insane. He fights the urge to simply cross the room and touch you, to break the peaceful concentration etched on your face.

The volume of ancient pyschology that he had been reaching for is long forgotten, and he lets the pain in his chest control his movements.

He walks closer to you, taking deliberate steps as to lessen the disruption his movements are causing. His gaze snags on the curve of your neck, the delicate slope of your shoulder visible beneath the loose knit of your sweater.

A soft breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, sending a dappled pattern of light dancing across your face. You shifts slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes flicker up, catching his.

His breath hitches as you wave your hand at him with a smile blooming on your face. Jeonghan can count his favourite things on his fingertips, and your smile usually tops the list. He can't help but smile back at you because he likes how your lips curve up just a little more at his gesture.

He's just about to reach you when your neck cranes to your left. A drop of your smile for a second, and then a pout forms on your perfect set of lips. Somebody else has successfully taken your attention.

Jeonghan doesn't even have to look elsewhere to know that much. You're already up and out of his vision, and a bubble of poison rises up his throat.

He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. The library around him spins, and his hold on the thick psychology book loosens. He wants to run and scream for you. He wants to find you because now you're gone and you'll not return.

Except you do.

“Hannie?”

He blinks, not having realized that his vision is blurred by his tears. You're standing right in front of, your face contorted with concern and your voice a low whisper in the silence. “Why are you crying?”

He touches his cheek absentmindedly, feeling the dampness. Then he chuckles, his nerves calming a little at your sight.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, holding the book out to you. “I was just reading this.”

You sigh, taking the book from him and instead holding his hand. Then you're dragging him out of the library. He doesn't question it, being a little too tired to say anything.

Once you both are out in the golden sun, you stop, making him sit on the bench of your college garden. The book rests in your lap as you stare at him quietly for a while and he lets you.

He knows what you're thinking. He knows he's absurd. He is sure you're going to confront him, and cut ties with him. He's already visioning himself wailing in his cold bed because he's lost the one real connection he had found in this world.

“I love you.”

Jeonghan’s world comes to a standstill.

He stares at you, his mouth slightly agape, the weight of unshed tears still clinging to his lashes. He blinks once, twice, as if trying to clear a smudge on his vision, but you remain, your gaze soft and unwavering on his face. Had he heard you correctly?

He searches your expression for any hint of mockery, any sign that this was some elaborate, albeit incredibly painful, joke. But all he finds is a gentle sincerity that sends a tremor through his already frayed nerves.

It couldn't be. It simply couldn't be.

This isn't a scene from one of the melodramatic novels he occasionally indulges in. This is reality, and reality, in his experience, rarely offers such unadulterated grace.

Jeonghan finally manages a shaky breath. "You... you what?" The words are barely a whisper, laced with such disbelief that they sound foreign even to his own ears. He reaches a hesitant hand towards yours, stopping just short of making contact, as if afraid you might vanish if he dares to touch you.

You smile softly, a knowing glint in your eyes. "I said, I love you, Hannie." You gently take his hand in yours, your thumb tracing small circles on his knuckles. "I know it might sound sudden, maybe even unbelievable. But it's true."

You glance down at the thick book resting on your lap. "You know, we spend so much time reading about the human mind, trying to understand its complexities, its fears, its attachments. So I can tell."

You look back up at him, your gaze softer than he ever remembers it being. "I've seen you, Jeonghan. More than you probably realize. I've seen the way your eyes follow me across the room. And yes," you add, a touch of gentle amusement in your voice, "I've also noticed the way you sometimes seem a little… unsettled, just for a moment, when I'm not right there."

He flinches slightly, a blush creeping up his neck. He hadn't thought his feelings were that obvious. He suddenly feels the weight settling on his chest again. What if you truly think he's weird?

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. "It's okay, Hannie. I think… when you care deeply about something, the thought of it not being present can be a little unsettling, can't it? We learn, studying what we do," you nod towards the book, "about how the mind grapples with what's there and what isn't. But you are here, Jeonghan. You are real, and you matter to me."

He takes a little while to process your words, his eyes refusing to look away from yours. You aren't mocking him; you are understanding him, seeing past the surface of his sometimes-intense emotions.

"And," you continue, your voice soft but firm, "I am also not something that can just disappear.” You lean a little closer, your eyes filled with warmth. "So, yes. I love you. And I am not going anywhere.”

The warmth in your eyes melts away the last bit of Jeonghan's doubt. He breathes out slowly, and he can finally really look at you – the soft curve of your smile, the gentle worry on your face, the sincerity in your eyes. The fast beating of his heart starts to slow down, and he feels a hopeful flutter instead.

He lifts his hand, not hesitating this time, and softly touches your cheek. Your skin feels tender under his fingers and his own hand trembles.

"You..." he begins again, his voice still a bit rough, "You’ve no idea..." He stops, not able to say how much he feels, the constant longing that had been with him for so long.

Your hand comes up and covers his on your cheek, your touch making him feel warm all over. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes for a second. When you open them again, they look soft and inviting.

You both understand without words. Jeonghan leans in slowly, looking only at your lips. He can feel your breath near his, a sweetness building between you.

Your lips touch, softly at first, a light brush that makes Jeonghan shiver. Then with a shared sigh, the kiss deepens.

His hand moves from your cheek to hold the back of your neck, his fingers touching your soft hair. Your arms come up without thinking, your hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer. The heavy book falls from your lap to the ground, unnoticed.

When you both pull away, a little out of breath and with red faces, Jeonghan's forehead touches yours. He can feel your warm breath on his skin, and his heart is threatening to crawl up his throat.

"I..." he starts, his voice full of yearning. He moves back a little, looking into your eyes, his own showing a newfound vulnerability and a love that feels both overwhelming and right. "I think... no. I know I love you too."

Saying the words feels like a relief, like a weight has been taken off him after a long time. He can love you freely now, no longer tormented by your potential disappearance from his little world. Now you love him too. You'll be by his side. Your love has grounded him to a stable reality.

He can't help but mirror your smile.

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Inspired by the alien-cat species and the dragon!Ford:

How about a borrower!au in which both brothers are borrowers and Stan gets cursed to be a cat? And after finding a borrower running from a bird (?) he decides to help him out, only to discover that it's his twin!

Cue cat!Stan trying to (over)protect ford while ford, after realizing this cat isn't going to eat him, decides that he is now unstoppable

If ford is living in Fiddleford's walls you could have Stan being an asshole to fidds all the time

Alien cat? Where's the alien cat? Am I forgetting something I made, or is this a reference to something else.

I'm not an expert on borrower lore, so don't quote me on their culture, fwi.

Borrowers au Stan gets kicked out after accidentally messing up the family's chance to get into some deluxe or super secure house/community for borrowers. Not sure what, but it would have kept his family comfortable and safe. Gets told he has to find somewhere equally safe/great for borrowing if he wants to be a part of the family.

Maybe the house they're living in has someone who had a chance to go to college, which are borrowers hot spots and Stan messed up their presentation? Or Ford figured out some grand scheme to get into some building and Stan messed up the timing? Whaterver happened, the twins still had their falling out and Stan's on his own.

Stan lives life constantly moving from place to place, trying to find the perfect home that will keep his family safe and have enough resources to support them, but fails. Either because someone was already living there or it was too dangerous, or something. Eventually breaks into a witches house, and she panic curses him, not realizing he wasn't a human man breaking in and is now throwing a regular sized cat out of her house, none the wiser. Stan now has to survive as a cat, but it's actually not too bad, living the life of a mini giant.

Then he stumbles onto Ford. Ford lives in the walls of the McGucket cabin in Gravity Falls. He followed them from backupsmore, where he was trying to get a higher education while also trying to survive after getting separated from the rest of his family. The McGuckets live in Gravity Falls so that Emma-May can study the fossils in the area, and Ford researches the smaller borrower sized anomalies when not focused on survival.

Stan saw the bird, saw it chasing a borrower, and figured 'hey, I'll help the guy out, now that I'm huge and basically unstoppable' only to realize later that it's Ford, who, wow, is tiny. Stan could squish his brother if he wanted! Ford, meanwhile, is already waiting for the end. Got saved from a bird just to wind up in the belly of something worse. His life is flashing before his eyes when the giant cat licks his hair, flops it's head on top of him, and starts purring like crazy. He scrambles for freedom, flinching as he prepares for it to bat at him, when it just. Doesn't do that. Lays there watching him, only moving to follow when he makes a break for it. By the time he gets back home it's fairly obvious Stan is not going to eat Ford, and in fact attacks anything that tries.

Cue protagonist moment. Fords made a special connection with this giant murder beast, and now he's basically the most powerful borrower alive. No need to worry about predators with his brand new steed, he's zipping around the forest like nobodies business, and the cat listens when he tells it to go places or distract the McGuckets so he can borrow. But it also bullies him, stopping him from checking out cool anomalies and carrying him home when it gets too late. The first time Stan picks him up by the back of his shirt Ford thinks he's about to get eaten, only to glare when Stan drops him off at his outside door and lays in front of it so he can't sneak out.

(The McGuckets are not so happy with the new local stray, that attacks their ankles and runs off with their stuff. Except for Tate, who loves Mr. Mystery and please won't they let him keep him please please please!!!)

Not sure where the plot would go from there, but I'm loving the premise.

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Is it Casual now?

The writer's first language is not English, so any constructive criticism on grammar is welcome!

Pairings: Adult Van Palmer/Vanessa Plamer x fem! Reader.

Summary: You and Van have been hanging out for a while, nothing serious. Until you find two glasses on the counter and can't hide your jealousy, which leads to a conversation full of statements.

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, swearing, arguing, mentions of sex.

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Van and you met at her video store. You wanted a movie, and it was one of the few places, if not the only one, that rented any kind of film you wanted to watch. What you didn't expect when you walked in was to see her, a stunning redhead, leaning against the counter. Greeting you with a smile, offering you help and recommendations.

"Movie night?" she asked curiously, positioning herself beside you as you scanned the shelves. "Yeah, it's cold, and I think it's going to rain. So it's the perfect night." Your voice is calm, only because you're focused on making her notice that, you were trying to be cool. Inside, your nerves were eating you up. "Are you going to watch it with your partner?" Your eyes flicked up to hers. She was trying to figure out if you were in a relationship, or was it just your imagination? "I don't have a partner, but I guess it would be ideal for the plan."

"Is it really cheeky of me to ask if you want to watch that movie with me?" A smile spread across her lips as your eyes continued to scan hers. As if she weren't real. "Yes, I think you're cheeky for asking, but it doesn't mean I won't say yes."

And it was there, in that exact moment, that you fell for her. You connected so well, as if you'd known each other for years. And usually, on a first date, there's no intimacy... but that wasn't the case with her. Can you blame you? She looked beautiful, and her eyes begged for your body, so it was practically impossible for you not to give in to her. And it wasn't the last time; it was one of many. On the third date, you two cleared the air. She was pretty sure she just wanted to be casual. Get together once in a while and have sex. That was fine with you.

"I know you probably had no other intentions with me besides this," she scribbled, pointing at the two of you in bed after you'd been together. "But I also wanted to remind you that I'm not interested in anything more than sex. And don't get me wrong, you're every person's dream. But I just can't." Your hands caressed her as she explained her point. You weren't going to deny it; you were interested in being more than that. But as long as you didn't lose contact with her, you were going to accept it. "I know, Van. You don't have to justify yourself. I'm fine like this, with you. It's not a problem for me. I wasn't looking for anything serious, either." Liar.

The days passed, each time the aftercare sessions got longer, the hugs warmer, and the kisses sweeter. But you suppose it's just your imagination, trying to play tricks on you. On the other hand, Vanessa felt her world crumble every time she saw you. Every time she wanted you to stay longer, she felt like scolding herself when she wished the movies you watched would last forever. Or when she watched you washing the cutlery, wondering what life would be like with you. She hated herself for thinking it, hated herself for letting this drag on, knowing she had cancer and everything would fall apart at any moment.

Today is another movie day, so when you got to Vanessa's house, you left your jacket on the coat rack and headed to the counter where she was, opening the fridge in search of some sodas. She's wearing a white t-shirt, a short-sleeved striped shirt, and some silver necklaces. You were so caught up in staring at her that you completely ignored the two used glasses on the counter. Two. Two? Why two? Maybe someone else came. It's okay, it's just casual. Or so you told yourself to ignore the dagger in your chest. I mean, can't she hide it a little more, out of respect? Well, you're probably overthinking it too much.

"Hey, is everything okay in that mind of yours?" Her voice woke you from your deep thoughts, and you looked into her eyes. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"We could watch The Goonies, what do you think?" She found your little transgression odd, but sometimes you were in a different world, so she let it go. "Yeah, whatever you want," your voice sounded listless; it's a little hard for you not to react to what you saw. "Okay, there's definitely something wrong with you, spit it out." Her hands rest on the counter as she turns her head slightly in question, waiting for your answer.

"Nothing, it's just stupid. I'm in no position to be upset about this." Her eyebrows furrow. She's genuinely confused. What the hell are you talking about? "Come on, let's not play guessing games. I have no idea what you're talking about." Your look settled on the two dirty glasses, then back up to her face. "Did someone come?" She followed your gaze and let out a small, muffled laugh. "Hold on right there, Sherlock. Is this about the stupid glasses?"

It infuriated you how stupid she makes you sound, while she looks so peaceful. And she is, because she didn't do anything, but she likes seeing you like this. As wrong as it is. "I think it's totally understandable what I mean. And that it's not stupid, that's obvious. But it's okay, we're nothing, so this argument is totally useless. I just find it in bad taste that you leave it so clear." She rolls her eyes as she rounds the counter, walking over to where you're standing. "I forgot to wash them, no one came. And you know we can't...get jealous, we agreed on something."

"Well, I think it's wrong for us to watch movies together then. Let's just have sex. And don't touch me after that either. Don't look me in the eyes with that sparkle of yours. Don't smile like everything I say is amazing. And don't laugh at my jokes either. Don't do the things that made me fall in love with you." Your words came out faster than you intended. And after your confession, there was an almost eternal silence. You don't dare look at her; all you want is for the earth to swallow you up.

Even if you didn't look at her, she didn't stop. Your words hit her straight in the heart. Of course she's in love with you too. You're the only thing that can make her genuinely laugh, making her forget everything, even her illness. But she can't help but think she's condemned you. "You don't know how selfishly I wished to hear those words. Believe me, I'm the happiest woman in the world. I mean, look at you, listen to yourself. You're perfect, and I don't want to steal years of your life from someone like me." Her hand gently caresses your cheek, making you look at her. Her eyes are crystal clear, but her smile never leaves her face. "Why would I waste it? Why do you say that, Vanessa? Why won't you let me be with you?" Her hand disappears, and you feel a void in your skin. God, you're completely lost without her.

"I don't want you to despair or get distressed. I just want you to listen to what I'm going to tell you and not lose your cool." Her breathing becomes labored, even though she tries to neutralize it. You're completely confused. What does she mean? "I... I have cancer. And it doesn't look good, not at all good." Your fucking world fell apart. You don't blame her. How can you blame her? You feel stupid, pushing her so hard, tying to be with her while she was worried about hurting you. "I'm so sorry, Van. Please forgive me for putting you on the spot arguing over something so stupid. I had no idea," she shakes her head, her eyes never leaving yours. "Don't apologize. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I feel stupidly weak or like a burden when I'm like this. The only thing I didn't want was this, to get to this point where I drag you into my misery. I don't want you to suffer. If you walk away now, it'll be better for you."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You want me to leave you alone instead of enjoying whatever's left of you? Are you crazy? Van, I'm in love with you. It was a privilege to know you, not bad luck. All I'm thinking right now is that I want to spend the rest of the days in the most extraordinary way, with you. That's all I ever want. So don't make me leave you, don't make me leave you alone because I'm not going to." Your voice cracks and a few tears fall from your eyes, and she's no exception. "Shit, what did I do to deserve you? You... even though it sounds selfish of me, you made everything easier. I think less about my illness. When I'm with you, I feel like we'll be together for years, watching every damn movie in the videostore. With you, it's a world apart. And I'm so grateful for that. I thank you for giving me the most genuine smiles and the most beautiful moments of my life. And really, I'd love to live the last few with you, if you want."

As you nodded, she approached you to give you a sweet, slow kiss, salty with shared tears. If there's anything eternal, it's your love. And that's the most beautiful thing death can give, since after it, your union will also last forever.

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(I didn't reread it, so there may be errors)

I repeat, if you notice any spelling mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me! Thanks for reading 🥰

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Off To War

Part Eight

40s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are married in the 40's. Hydra captures Bucky and commands him to eliminate them. Can he do it? What will happen to future Bucky with this new information.

Trigger Warnings: angst

A/N: Thank you for all the love❤️

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"Ok now idiots." Tony kindly began. "Remember, Wilson, keep Barnes from going with Capscicle. Capscicle....don't get involved anymore than you have to. No contact with anyone you used to know. And if Terminator shows up while you're there because we overshot the date, then you HAVE to leave her. It'll change the course of history if you don't and we all know that's not a good thing."

Sam nudged Bucky.

"Hear that? No sneaking around."

Bucky rolled his eyes and glared at him intensely enough Sam was sure if he was Vision he would be burning holes straight through him.

"Remember Buck-" Steve started.

"Yeah, yeah I'll scare her off because she thinks I'm dead." Bucky huffed.

Steve smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry. I wish you could come with me."

Bucky glared at him too.

"I could. You just won't let me."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Alright children let's get this show on the road."

Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder before putting his helmet on and walking over to the machine. It was going to be a long five seconds for Bucky.

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Steve landed face first in your flowerbed and got a mouthful of dirt. He spat it out immediately wishing he had a water bottle on him. But water and electronics don't go well together so alas. No water.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and faced the house he thought he'd never see again.

It'd been a long time. But here he was again. A week before the incident. It wasn't enough time to wrap your head around anything that was going on but he figured once you heard Bucky was alive all you would need was 30 seconds to think it through. You probably really wouldn't even think it through.

He took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He stared at the front door for a moment before he started to make his way to it.

He paused before he knocked on the door. When he did knock, he knocked twice and then let himself in before you could get to the door. You were pregnant after all. Moving around had been tough for you. He remembered that. He remembered more than he wanted to.

Your favorite color was black, because it matched with everything. But your house was mostly pastel because you thought black as decorative items was just too harsh.

You had an attitude that rivaled current Bucky. Hah.

Sam had no idea what he was getting himself into helping bring you back. Steve chuckled to himself.

You hated frills but your mother loved them so a lot of the items in your house were frilly and lace girly stuff because your mother had gotten it for you and you couldn't refuse the gift even though you secretly wanted to burn it them.

"Anybody home?" He called out.

"Oh Steve!" You called to him. "Perfect timing! I can't reach Bucky's mug. I need to clean it. It's starting to get dusty. I know I don't use it but it should still be cleaned. Just in case. Right?" You rambled a bit. It was cute.

"Yeah of course." Steve smiled.

You frowned.

"You're awfully nice right now. What's wrong?"

Steve laughed. He missed your perceptiveness.

"And you ma'am are awfully perceptive. It's about Bucky actually." He said as he handed you the mug.

"Oh." You said softly as you accepted it.

"No! It's a good thing!"

"Steve you told me he was dead for good. What's good about it? Did they find his body? Can I bury him?"

Steve shook his head vigorously.

"No. He's alive but," he paused.

"But what?!" You yell placing Bucky's mug on the counter and shoving Steve's chest.

"You're gonna want to sit down for this. Trust me." Steve said as he led you to the kitchen table.

"I don't need to sit down for shit Steve! Just tell me what's going on!"

Steve pulled out your chair and you sat anyway. Your back was hurting.

"I'm not the Steve you know." He started.

"What the hell do you mean you're not the Steve I know? What other Steve Rogers is there?"

Steve chuckled. He missed this.

"Well. If you let me finish the story, you'd know now wouldn't ya?"

He smiled smugly at your scowl.

"Fine. Continue oh wise one."

"Buck fell off the train and did die. But he was found by an organization called HYDRA. The Nazi science division. They somehow brought him back to life and...changed him. A lot. He lost his arm when he fell. Tried to grab hold of a rock to stop the fall and off it went. Well. This group found him and gave him a new arm. A metal one. When he woke up he had amnesia and they used that against him and made sure he never remembered anyone or anything by using consistent electro shock therapy and pills. His first assignment they give him is you. He kills you. He doesn't know who you are. And he's different now. Moody. Grumpy. Has terrible nightmares. Long hair. Has a hard time keeping up with hygiene in general actually. Sometimes I have to remind him to do things."

Your breath hitched and Steve could see the tears welling in your eyes. He knew you well enough to know you were trying to hold them back.

"You say this like he's already done it." You look Steve dead in the eye. "Who are you?"

Steve smiles at you kindly.

"I am Steve Rogers, and you did know me. I crash a plane into the ice in a few months and am frozen for about 70 years. I'm your Steve. But from the future."

You laughed.

"You can't be from the future! That's impossible!"

Steve shrugged.

"I'm here aren't I?"

You laughter died after that comment.

"Why are you here?"

Steve smiled at you sadly.

"Bucky escaped captivity. He remembers you. He remembered what he did and I had to fill in the details. Distraught is an understatement."

You looked at him curiously.

"So you built a Time Machine to get me back?"

Steve laughed.

"Sorry. No. Long story but we already had it. Tony Stark was supposed to destroy it but he didn't. Thankfully it turns out."

You smiled at that.

"Do I even want to know why you needed a Time Machine?"

Steve smirked.

"End of the world."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah ok drama queen."

You looked around the room for a moment. Steve's eyes followed you.

Before he could say anything you spoke.

"So when are we leaving?"

Steve grinned.

"Whenever you're ready."

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It was the longest 5 seconds of Bucky's life. What if you didn't want to see him again? What if you did want to see him but as soon as you saw him you were repulsed by the new him? What if the story Steve told you scared you off? There were so many what ifs.

Before he knew it though he heard a loud crack, like thunder and there you were. Swollen belly and all.

Bucky exhaled. You were so much more beautiful in person than his memory.

He wasn't sure whether or not to walk up to you so he stayed planted firmly in place.

Steve helped you down and when you looked up you met Bucky's nervous eyes. What if you hated him?

"James?" She asked.

He opened his mouth and then shut it. Trying to form words.

"Yeah baby doll. It's me."

Steve watched with a smile while Sam and Tony gagged internally as you waddled as fast as you could to Bucky and he met you halfway pulling you tightly into his arms.

"I missed you so much James." You bawled into his shirt, thoroughly soaking it.

Bucky pulled you away from where your face was nestled deeply into his chest and kissed you passionately. This earned a loud groan of disgust from Sam.

Bucky ignored it. When he pulled away he cupped your cheeks in his palms and pressed his forehead to yours.

"I missed you too baby girl."

That's how he wished it happened. It would have been so much better if it happened like that. But no. He choked up.

"I-I can't do this." He choked out. Then he turned on his heels and rushed out of the room leaving everyone in shock.

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You thought if what Steve told you was true, something like this might happen. Even though he used to be a very extroverted person, he was still very private. Emotions were sometimes difficult but they never seemed to be too difficult with you.

It didn't come as a total shock. But it still hurt. A lot.

You heard footsteps behind you and felt Steve rub soothing circles on your back.

"C'mon. Let me introduce you to a couple people. Since Bucky's being an ass I'll show you where you can stay until he gets some sense knocked back into him."

You smirked up at him.

"Language, Steve."

Suddenly you heard the two other men burst out laughing.

"So that's where you got it from?" The man who had been standing by James had asked while laughing.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah sue me. Anyway, That's Sam, he's annoying but he means well and has been helping Buck a lot even though he thinks he can do it all on his own." Steve turned and guided you with him. "That's Tony. The Winter Soldier killed his parents so they don't get a long well. It's gotten better though."

You nodded solemnly and walked up to Tony.

"I know I don't need to but I feel like I must apologize on behalf of my husband. Although I am sure he has apologized already. I am so sorry for everything you have been through Anthony, and if there's anything we- anything I can do for you please let me know."

Tony looks at you perplexed. People only ever told him that his parents were amazing people. They didn't really care about his feelings.

He was even more confused when you reached out for a hug. He instinctively moved back.

You brought your arms back to yourself.

"Right of course. I'm sorry."

You looked to the ground and then at Steve.

"It's been a lot. Will you show me to my room?"

Steve nodded and guided you to the door.

"Of course. Don't worry about Buck. He'll come 'round."

You smiled sadly.

"I hope so."

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[the-wordsmith-streetscarf]

An Assortment of Thoughts about Daredevil Born Again episode 9

Putting my (mostly positive) thoughts here because I wanted to talk about the episode and figure this is marginally better than just bouncing them around in my head.

First of all, to all my fellow whump lovers, we've finally been given a Major Whump Event, and I am quite pleased.

A couple things of note, that I can't stop thinking about:

Matt lying in a hospital bed calling out Karen's name in his drug induced state continues to live rent free in my head, almost twenty-four hours later. It's so cliché, but I'm so here for it this time.

Heather's reaction in the hospital was so interesting to me. Initially I only read it as her being hurt over Matt calling out for Karen, and then annoyed that he didn't want to rest. Which of course is Classic Matt -- a bullet hole in his body? No time for rest, he has work to do. But upon re-watch, the way she steps away from him, body stiff… and the way she points out that the Fisks were the ones being shot at… as though that makes them innocent of any potential wrongdoings... she's annoyed that Matt is trying to villainize the Fisks. Even before she joins the mayor's team, she's firmly on their side. She either somehow doesn't know about Fisk's criminal history, or she's so anti-vigilante that she doesn't care. Almost like her fascination about vigilantes was never about trying to understand them, but rather trying to justify the point of view she already had on them. And by the end, Matt has Fisk in his pocket, further illustrating the growing wedge between Heather and Matt regarding what they believe in and why they can't work as a couple.

Vanessa's cough. That had to be intentional, right? Early in the season, I had a theory that part of the reason she was distant from Fisk at the beginning of the season is because while he was away, she was diagnosed with something, and now that he's back, she doesn't know how to reconcile the two. Of course, the only reason I was thinking this was because I'm still convinced that Foggy is alive and in witness protection thanks to Vanessa, and if the show follows the comics, Vanessa being sick is a part of that. I had forgotten about that theory until that suspicious cough… the one in which Wilson responded with, "I know."

Buck with the Get Well bag giving Ranskahov brothers with the flowers vibes.

Now, just about everything that took place in Matt's apartment…

We were blessed with another classic "Matt Injured and Sprawled On The Sofa" moment.

The back and forth that comes so easily with the two of them. Frank doesn't bother to ask if Matt's okay, just admonishes him for not having any way to make coffee during a power outage. How he asks "did you clock that?" about the van. Matt flipping him off. I don't ship Fratt, but their love language is snark.

Also can't help thinking about how Frank met Matt at his home, not at the hospital. So did he go to the hospital first, realize he wasn't there, and then beat him back to the apartment? Or did he just already assume he'd find him there?

And then there's Frank asking Matt why he'd take a bullet for Fisk, and Matt answering with "that's a good question." I don't have anything more to say about this one yet, but I want to think about it some more.

Now, I've seen some criticism of the choreography, which yeah, I think it could have been better. (Less slow-mo, please). But I saw someone compare it to a specific fight from the OG show that took place in a large open space, rather than inside a confined and crowded space like Matt's tiny apartment. It's gonna be different. It has to be. I think the chaos was intentional and necessary. But the second Matt dropped down from the skylight, I was locked in. I felt like I was watching the OG show for much of it. The chaos… Matt trying to knock out as many people as possible before Frank just kills them, but not trying very hard to actively stop Frank because the stakes are too high in that moment. Matt fighting injured. Matt still adhering to his code, knowing that killing Cole won't change anything, just like "killing" Dex didn't change anything with Foggy. (I'm not entirely convinced Cole killed Hector though. He never actually admitted it. Unless I missed something). Matt and Frank arguing and Frank's continued casual murder "how about him, is he worth it?" * bang * as he tries to push Matt.

On that note, it did throw me at first, how much Frank was pushing Matt, especially when in season 2 of the OG, he said "just this once? you cross that line you can't come back." But…. Matt did cross that line. Sure, Dex survived, but Matt still pushed him. I don't see how Frank would see that as anything else.

Something else to think about: While Matt and Frank are arguing, Matt says he's "always a liability." In the heat of their argument, Matt says "shut up" and Frank does -- immediately. When he tells Frank to run, he does. Neither of them hesitate leaping off the balcony, at least five stories up, as Matt throws an arm around Frank and slows their fall with his grapple. I don't know about the rest of you, but all this screams to me that they've worked together more than once in the years since the original show. Frank knows that when Matt says to shut up it's because he hears something important. Frank knows that Matt is reliable with his grappling hook. Love that way of world building. The show doesn't have to explicitly tell us, we're shown it in how they interact with each other. And my goodness… the fic possibilities this produces.

Though I'm very curious if or how Cole North survived. I think he's supposed to be in season 2?

The og DD theme played when Karen pulled up in the car. Beautiful in more ways than one.

Karen… I've missed her so much. "Will you be my eyes?" "Anytime."

"Do you remember I once asked you what it was like living in the darkness? Remember what you said?" "It's not dark, it's like a thousand suns." (That last one in particular is a scene I want, maybe need, even if only in fanfiction).

I just really like the scenes we got with Karen and Matt. It really feels like they had found a good place with each other in the time between the shows, where they've found a way to be much more open and honest with each other, allowing them to really understand each other. Chaos and mercy and everything in between. Which also just might further explain why Karen left when Matt's grief closed him off to her. The way she talked about Foggy too? Like… ugh, why did they have to break up our avocados!? I know why, but yeah.

Speaking of, AVOCADOS AT LAW!!!! I don't care if it's fan service. I'm a fan. I'm being served.

I appreciate the detail of showing the stars in the sky because the blackout means no light pollution, even if it probably wouldn't look like that. And I can't tell you how much I love the moment where Matt sat listening to the chaos of the city while he was at Red Hook.

I miss Brett, but I don't think the man's mental health could take this. It's a good thing he most likely retired to Florida with his mom.

And at the end, we have The Fisks being comically evil and I'm here for it. They aren't afraid of anything. They're leaning fully into themselves.

Admittedly, I'm disappointed that the end credits scene wasn't a Foggy reveal, in the same vein as the stinger at the end of that one Brubaker comic. (Imagine Foggy reading a headline about Matt Murdock taking a bullet for Fisk, then going missing, and wondering what he's up to, while being told he has to get away from the windows because he has to stay out of sight?) But I'm also somehow not surprised. If he's alive, (which I still 100% believe he is… I think Vanessa intended to kill him, but he was revived in the ambulance and lived, so she tucked him away. Especially after re-watching the last episode and noticed that she was watching Matt when he arrived, and then she told Matt "you need to relax" as he accused her of putting the hit out on Foggy, and of course… the cough) then I wouldn't be surprised if they drag out the reveal until later. But I was half expecting, the way they kept showing Frank look to the side, that they'd pan out and show Foggy in another cage. Glad he wasn't though. That'd be some shitty witness protection. (But I mean, I guess, they are storing rich people in a dungeon.)

But what we did get was Frank's escape. My first thought was: Frank sitting in that cage like "I've been through worse." And sure enough, that cage couldn't hold him. I so love the way he just managed to use his personality to get himself halfway there. All of this Frank stuff has me really looking forward to the Punisher special that we're getting.

A couple more things of note:

I'm so curious what they're going to do with Dex. Not just because we know he'll be in season 2, but because he looked so sad at the end. (And the beginning of the episode). He's been so lost, and now that he's out, he's still lost. And I think Matt saving Fisk really messed with him.

And are we to assume that Josie knows now that Matt is Daredevil? Not that I think everyone in the bar knows, but they did make a point of Josie noticing Matt leave without using his cane. And also those season 2 leaks of DD interacting with Josie may mean something.

And they showed a shot of Kirsten holding onto Foggy's paperwork at the end… I'm guessing she's going to take the reigns on that while Matt and Karen are in hiding, but I can't help but wonder if she knows something more.

Hopefully there's some others out there as excited as I am with what we got and what's to come. It's a weird feeling watching this show in real time when I watched the original years after it ended and the fandom was existing basically on life support. Now there's other people actively posting about it, making gifs. Much of it buried under hate and disdain.

It's not the original show. It was never going to be the original show. And I feel like I keep coming across others who are holding that against DDBA. Does it have its flaws? Yes. Especially when compared directly to the original show. I would have liked less licensed music, slower scenes, and less instances of two scenes cutting back and forth between each other, four more episodes, better fight choreography, I think Muse was underutilized, and I wish we got more out of the side characters like Kirsten, Cherry, and Heather.

But I can't stress how much good we got in this show. More than I'm willing to list because I think the majority of the show is good. Bendis and Waid are wildly different from each other, and I love them both. DD and DDBA are different, and I feel the same. There's an excellent story being told here. A story that takes place seven years after the original, where things are naturally going to have changed from where we left off.

I don't know, I know not everyone has to like it. That's fair. But I guess I'm just tired of being made to feel like I'm dumb or wrong for enjoying or at all liking DDBA. But personally, the finale felt like the closest we've gotten to the original show. And if the last two episodes are any indication, I think the next season is going to be even better. Better than the worst episodes of DDBA season 1, and better even than the best episodes of DDBA season 1.

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Some Shelly head canons because I've been playing as her all morning with my sister and I think she's neat as fuck (I love this fossil sm-)

Includes some fluffy handler moments yes indeed. :]

I believe wholeheartedly that Shelly bites- but she isn't a vicious biter, she very carefully and gently nibbles. She's left scars all over Shanon's hands from her nibbling, but Shanon doesn't mind, it doesn't hurt much anymore. Shelly can't control her sharp teeth either...

I like to imagine Shelly to be like a Chihuahua, shivering when she's comfortable and when she's cold. Shanon knows the difference, though it tends to worry Vee since she's still learning how to tell if Shelly is sick and cold or just really comfortable.

Shelly, while liking dinosaurs, has an interest in technology thanks to Vee. She has been taking lessons on fixing Vee behind her back, and Veronica is more than willing to teach her everything she knows to help her with her goal of becoming Vee's main repairwoman

Shelly most definitely has a soft but stern mom voice, and she knows how to use it. She'll make any toon listen to her scolding, even if they don't realize they're there when she starts. She's not usually the one to do it though, unless it's someone she's close to. Vee especially gets this treatment, but that's because she just wants her to be safe, and Vee honestly respects that a lot.

I'd imagine Shelly would have a very pleasant singing voice as well, and would pair well with Vee's, she's just not used to having an audience so she gets really shy when she sings. Vee's addicted to her singing though.

Shelly absolutely would sell sea shells on the sea shore. Just fossilized seashells. Especially if she gets to tell you the history of that fossil before you buy it.

Shelly could honestly care less how often Vee tells her she loves her, she just knows she does by the way she looks and interacts with her, but she never tells Vee that just so she can keep hearing her favorite tv loudly announce that she loves her at any random moment Vee wants to. She genuinely finds it really cute that Vee loves to tell her she loves her so often, and is always happy to say it right back just to see that look in her eyes. She's obsessed with that silly robot who would've guessed-

I feel like Shelly would be a tiny fossil clone of Shanon, I feel like she'd copy a lot of Shanon's behaviors and act like she was her genuine biological child since she wouldn't interact with other people often. The running gag of "handlers being parental figures" is very real here... Shanon is her mom, she will absolutely call her mom, she is her mother and you're not convincing her otherwise.

Shelly absolutely sews up anything anyone gives her to fix - no questions asked. She loves sowing, and she loves sowing plushies just to give them to Vee. She's blissfully unaware that Vee is running out of room for them, because Vee never tells her... Until she opens her closet one day and a bunch of dinosaur stuffies fall out. Vee's favorite is the first one Shelly ever made for her, which is a plush stegosaurus. Only Shelly can touch that one, the rest the handlers can also touch if Vee's watching. Vee takes Shelly's gifts way too seriously...

Shelly has a great bond with the other mains, thanks to Vee. Her second favorite is Astro, mostly because he gives her dreams about riding dinosaurs with Vee. She always dreams about dinosaurs and Vee. Sometimes Shanon's there too.

Shelly loves any fun shaped food, and tends to only eat anything that looks fun to eat, such as dinosaur nuggets and smiley fries. It's purely because they're simple and she knows exactly what it is, she's terrified of new foods and it's one of the few things Vee can't help her with. Unfortunately. She's not picky though, she just has anxiety when it comes to new foods, she tends to love everything she tries.

Shelly would only kill someone for one of four things - stealing a fossil, hurting her family/friends/partner, taking away her dino nuggets and threatening her herself. One shall not take her prized comfort food...

Shelly absolutely is built like a lumberjack, she looks like a chubby, squishable friend but is actually terrifyingly strong. THANKFULLY she knows her strength and never has accidentally killed anyone with a hug, even though she absolutely could. People fear her hugs regardless.

Random note but I feel like her voice would get all high pitched and squeaky when she's either really happy or really mad and I find that adorable, and I'm the same way. I love this autistic fossil...

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Amok who asked for this thank you so so much 😊. Another question; what do you think draws them to each other ?? Like they seem to have a very strong bond and effects on each other

there's a quote from ja'marr about he and joe being like bread and butter.

while the metaphor is slightly questionable, i do think it really is that simple. they just. fit together. like two puzzle pieces. you could argue that they fit together because they've just known each other since college -but it's because they've known each other other since college that they fit together (convoluted ik, i confused myself a little writing that, BUT LET ME TRY TO EXPLAIN)

personally, i'm a big believer in 'you make your own soulmates' and i think that's what joemarr did.

they've known each other for eight years now (or close to that, i don't actually know when joe first met ja'marr but it would probably be that spring/summer of 2018). but you can know someone for decades and still not be as close as joemarr are. they got to know each other and decided to stay with each other, because they wanted to.

ja'marr found a house and then a second house near joe, because he wanted to live near joe. joe wore ja'marr's jersey, because he wanted to show his pride for ja'marr. ja'marr re-signed to cincy bc and i quote, 'my qb's here'. bc he wanted to stay and play with joe. there's something just purposeful to these two and how they display their love for each other and it's so beautiful, i could gush about them forever.

i do think it's kinda impossible to say what drew them to each other in the very beginning. there's just not enough footage of baby joe and ja'marr. hell, you have to dig deep into the internet to find interviews of 2018 lsu, let alone high school joe/ja'marr. we just don't know enough about younger them to really say, 'THIS is why joe likes ja'marr so much'. we can speculate bc ofc we can, but we'll never know.

for example, did joe talk to ja'marr first or did ja'marr talk first? both equally plausible scenarios that shift their initial dynamic oh-so-slightly. if joe was the first one, that more implies that joe (perhaps wanting to assert dominance after always playing second string at osu) was the one to make the first move and get to know his newest wr. if ja'marr talked to joe first... actually, first of all, that's very bold of him. baby ja'marr was kinda shy. but! it's not implausible! i think he didn't want to a certain college (forgot which one, probably auburn or florida) because of the questions they had at qb. so it's possible that ja'marr would want to get to know his new qb.

but we don't know any of that. we don't know how they met or what they thought of each other or what they talked about or ANYTHING. (did joe find innocent freshman ja'marr insanely pretty? was ja'marr helplessly attracted to older qb joe from day one? was it BOTH???)

so you'd probably have to actually ask them, 'why did you first become friends', and hope they don't dodge the question (joe) or come out with some outlandish lie (ja'marr)

BACK TO THE QUESTION -in summary, it's just. them. it sounds so lame wow. but it doesn't really matter what they first talked about (i'd like to know though 😑), when they know each other so well that NFL freaking announcers constantly talk about them being able to read each other's mind. their relationship is built on YEARS, years of trust and love, years of practicing with each other. they're intertwined into each other's past, present, and future. you literally can't talk about joe without talking about ja'marr and vica versa.

what draws them together now, is just each other.